To Aire is Divine
  • Philadelphia
  • October1st

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    So mama told me that there was this artist – a very important artist – who would be having a big opening of his newest project, right here in Center City.  You can always count on me to attend such things as the potential for Airedmiration is HIGH.

    And oh yes, the worship started early.

    The artwork is Claes Oldenburg’s “Paint Torch”.  It’s at PAFA.  And supposedly it lights up.  And supposedly the artist is going to be here.  And yes, I am a ROCKSTAR and taking attention away from the artist because no one else was smart enough to bring their Airedale along to an art opening.

    Not really kidding, actually.

    Oh wait, are they going to fire up this sucker?  Maybe I’ll saunter over to watch.

    A little education is always a good thing…

    This is me AND Claes Oldenburg.  Sadly mama managed to mangle the photo a bit.  Lets try that again.

    In the meantime, I managed to get a head pat and a “nice dog” from the artist.  So now I’ve got my semi-smug, oh yeah you wish you were me right now face on.

    This was the very first moment that they lit up the top.  Kind of like firing up the Xmas tree.  Lots of cheers and excitement…

    I watched from a respectable distance so as not to take anything away from the artist on his special day because everyone was paying so much attention to me.

    Did you notice the paint plop at the bottom?  I did.  And speaking as someone who produces his own artful plops daily I say, GOOD JOB CLAES.


    Love,

    Bogart

  • September28th

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    I simply must agree.

    Love,

    Bogart

  • September26th

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    OH YES.

    There it was – innocently sitting outside a building in Philadelphia -  A SHRINE TO MY BELOVED PINE CONES.  Was that a tear of joy in my eye, or just something stuck in my mad scientist eyebrow that was tickling me?

    TEAR OF JOY

    Love,

    Bogart

  • August27th

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    Hurricane, eh?

    I am suited up, and ready for you Irene.  I pee in your general direction.

    I see absolutely no reason why I should curtail my normal walkie pattern because of some wind and rain.  What else is a raincoat for?

    I still want to go to the park, I still want to walk in the grass, and I still want to delay going back inside for as long as possible.  The wind and rain in my beard is just a bonus.

    Yes, yes, yes, I have heard that the hurricane is going to be much worse tomorrow.  I will be careful.  But I will also be outside as I am not a poopy-pad kind of guy.

    Love,

    Bogart

  • August14th

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    Today I am a fuzzy man of 6.  And being that I am a fine, mature Airedale I require a gift which befits my status.

    That will do.

    NOM NOM NOM

    I don’t get these very often – my silly vegetarian mama apparently has difficulty buying them (she never remembers which kind of bones they are, where they are located in the ShopRite, yada yada yada) – but I’m happy she remembered to buy me one for my birthday.

    Marrow bones are delicious – but not the easiest thing in the world to eat.  By design?  Perhaps.  But an advanced canine mind such as mine will figure out a way.

    I have found, through trial and error, that this is the preferred position for maximum bone-crunching goodness.  Well, this position does hold you down, and it lasts until you’ve got to get your mighty paws around the bone to keep it from launching across the floor.

    Damn, this is good.

    I know I shouldn’t talk with my mouth full but who could resist?  Oh wait… we’re going to go for a midday walkie?  But it’s raining – hard – outside.  Hell yeah I wanna go – saddle me up, mama!

    Drowned rat hairdo – check.  Slightly glazed over look in eyes from walking through monsoon – check.  Happiness to be both indoors and in Just Dogs Gourmet – priceless.

    Oh, the agony of choice.

    I’ll take one of those, and one of those, and two of those…

    I could just stay here mama, you know, to do some quality control, make sure that everything is being prepared just right…

    I did well.  Being six is a very good thing.  I got one cookie for each year I’ve been here with mama – two little ones count as one! A burger, a squirrel, a black cat, a penguin, two hearts, and two carob cups.

    I won’t eat them all – I’d like to avoid this embarrassing fiasco again (not to mention that I don’t have my Airedale buddies close by to, uh, “help” me out).  Some for today, some for tomorrow.

    Love,

    Bogart

  • August10th

    4 Comments

    It is ALWAYS a good thing when a package arrives addressed to me.  Always.

    And packages addressed to me ALWAYS smell good.  From the outside.  That’s how I know the packages are for me.  I have this amazing nose, you see, it’s just a simple biological fact.

    WHOA!

    PINE CONES!!!  I thought this package smelled extra amazing!!!

    The package is from my pal Hobbes – a very intelligent Dale indeed – who collected them from the coast of Maine.  THAT’S LOVE AND TRUE FRIENDSHIP

    I once again feel like a mighty oak with my mighty cones.  Philly is woefully underserved in the pine cone area.  And damn, but I miss these things…

    Yep, they still taste right…

    And now they’re ALL MINE

    Oh my dear Hobbes, you are the bestest friend ever – I thank you from the bottom of my fuzzy heart.  These have made me so ridiculously happy, they take me back to my puppyhood and lovely days spent chasing fine cones.

    Really, man.  I mean it.  YOU DA MAN HOBBES

    I have already started the enjoy-ment of the cones my friend.  From the moment I tore open the box.

    Mama and I send you LOTS of love and happy thoughts from us in Philadelphia up to you and your mama in Maine (are you going to be a part of the wedding? – I think you’d make a very dashing Best Man…)

    Love,

    Bogart

  • July31st

    2 Comments

    Yup.

    This heat and humidity has been kicking my butt.  And it’s seriously cutting into my walkie-time which makes me cranky.  Too hot to walk and fully explore the city.  But not too hot to collect sticks…

    Yes, this one should do nicely.  Uh, but I’m not going to carry it home, cause THE HUMIDITY IS TOO DAMN HIGH

    Love,

    Bogart

  • July20th

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    Gee, I knew that it was a pretty wild storm that raced through Philly last night – the rain started late and was so loud I was barking at the window – but I didn’t know it was THIS wild!

    That’s a big tree, well it was a big tree.  It looks like a lightning strike that took down this huge branch.  Sad for the tree, kind of fun for me.  LOTS of great smells here, and a fantastic place to be the first one to pee!  WOO-HOO!

    Love,

    Bogart

  • July16th

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    Damn, it’s hot here.  This humidity thing is kicking my butt.  This summer is my first real, full summer full ‘o humidity and honestly, I don’t like it much.  Never thought I’d say it, but thank goodness for my aire conditioner, my own personal fans in each room, and a shady, cool spot in the grass.

    We do try to explore a lot – you know, taking side streets, walking on both sides of the street, different routes back and forth to my parks.  And so we’ve seen a lot of interesting things.  But sometimes we miss something – something so very important and amazing that we wonder if we actually have eyes.

    This dog and horse water fountain is right outside of Washington Square park.  We come here every single day.  And until today we NEVER EVEN SAW IT.

    I wish I could say that it was hidden, out of sight, or disguised as something else, but no.  It’s right out in the open and both mama and I didn’t see it.  And it’s DELISH…

    Now that I know it’s here we will visit on a regular basis.  And it’s good to know that when my personal stash of water runs out during a long walkie (mama always carries a bottle of water for me on every walkie) that there is cold, tasty water available for me.  Thanks again, Philadelphia!

    Love,

    Bogart

  • July14th

    4 Comments

    Late at night… I park my car… take my place at the DOG BAR

    Oh yes.  Words would only cheapen this special moment.

    Love,

    Bogart

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