To Aire is Divine

Lunchtime walkie!

Time to get in some good, hearty sniffing time.  While I’m always looking down because that’s where the good smells are, mama is usually looking down to be sure she doesn’t step in those good smells.  And sometimes she catches something interesting…

Looks a little like a heart, doesn’t it?  A heart with a polka dot, or some sort of grass-y blockage, I suppose.

This stick was taunting me from a block away.  At first I stealthily snuck up behind it in a bid for a surprise attack…

But each time I tried to get it into my waiting jaws it would turn and bounce away.

Which kind of freaked me out.

So tougher measures must be taken, perhaps coming around from the opposite side might work…

Yep.  I can get a mighty paw down on it so that it can’t squirm.

Until, of course, something more interesting comes along taking me away from the hunt.  In this case, another doggie.

But since there would be no raucous playing, I decided to teach that stick a lesson.  One it would never forget.  Stick you shall not mock me!

I shall pick you up and then leave you over here, in another part of the park.  So there!

Trees are really fascinating things.  In addition to the production of the sticks I love so much, they do tend to grow into weird and interesting shapes at times…

Obviously some extra special “watering” was done here.  Well done my canine friends!

Love,

Bogart

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Ruh-roh.  What is that?

Is it a bird?  Is it a plane?  NO!  Look out, it’s a giant crawfish!  AND IT’S GIVING US THE FINGER (ok, the claw, but I bet it’s the same in the crawfish world)!!!

That was a little disquieting.  Giant crustaceans aren’t on my usual walkie.  I usually see things involving dirt and greenery…

I’ve gotta get that giant crawfish out of my head.  And today is a fantastically spring-like day.  I’m thinking a quick trip over the Hawthorne Bridge…

And a dip in the Willamette!  Come on mama, the water is n-i-c-e…

Ok, the water is filthy but it’s cool and incredibly fun to run in.  Lots of boats out today making little waves that come crashing onto shore and excite me to no end.

I run back and forth multiple times, each time getting more and more excited.

Occasionally I will stop and pose majestically for mama.  You know, she’s a sucker for a cool photo.

Need another angle mama?

Oh yeah, I’m nice and wet and muddy now.  What’s missing from this picture?

That’s right, A NICE JUICY STICK.

Don’t even think about saying no mama.  I know it’s about 6 foot long.  WE ARE TAKING THIS STICK HOME.

Hehehe…

Love,

Bogart

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One of mama’s favorite gnarled trees in our neighborhood.  I enjoy it as well, just mostly around the root area.

As you can see, we are again experiencing some fine Northwestern weather.  No complaints, the rain doesn’t bother me one bit.  Mama on the other hand…

She sees the vast open area of the North Park Blocks as as a kind of muddy minefield.  Valiantly she tries not to step into its muddy goodness while I explore, but some days I really feel like exploring…

A smile?  A grimace?  A slightly snarky eyeroll?  Some people just see crap on the ground, occasionally mama sees something more interesting (of course I noticed it first, but then again, I AM closer to the ground)…

Oh mama and her pictures.  Sometimes I do my model thing and then bam!  we’re done, but other days it takes a little longer.  Over and over and over again, come here Bogart, stand there Bogart, just a quick pose Bogart…

Mama, you know I’m kidding, right?

Oh… of COURSE I’m kidding around!  I’m just testing your photography skills with my advanced modeling.  Not every mama can capture all of my personality the way that YOU can!  Not everyone is good enough or fast enough to record my every golden moment to film (uh, memory card).  That makes you one special mama!

So now I will jump up and give you a big, sloppy Aire Kiss, to show my appreciation.  And you will miss the photo.  Because you’re getting a big sloppy kiss.  AND YOU WILL LOVE IT

Love,

Bogart

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Today in the North Park Blocks, there were some new signs:

Now I am a man who takes his poop seriously.  While I am happy to leave it behind (hey, I’m done with it), mama always carries enough poopie bags and we adhere to the NO POOP LEFT BEHIND doctrine.

However… I hate to rain on the parade of the folks who spent some time, brain cells, and a little cash to print up these little ditties, but…

An awful lot of the poop in this area DOESN’T COME FROM DOGS if you know what I mean.  So I left them a message about it.

Another fine Public Service Announcement from Bogart Handsome Devil

Love,

Bogart

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When walking through NW Portland, you can see many interesting things.  Today I noticed this:

It’s actually pretty darned cool – made of weird metal pieces – and wasn’t scared of me at all.  Unlike most birds.

It was another sunny day here in Portland – cold but sunny – and since yesterday we hit the east side, today we ventured toward Forest Park.

It’s still kind of wet and cold here, but we haven’t been here in a long time.  And walking up hills works my fine butt muscles and keeps me warm enough.

Ah, the stone house.  It’s nice and mossy today, just the way I like it.

Ok, just because mama sometimes forgets where we are and where we need to go, doesn’t mean that I do.  I remember the way, follow me mama…

Time to head up the hill, into the sun, at a full Dale clip.  Notice my ears flopping in the aire…

You never know who you’ll meet on the trails.  That’s part of the fun of hiking.  Always lots of doggies too.

Hiking can take a lot out of a dog.  Rather than hopping up onto this water fountain like I usually do, I just went for the dog-hole…

Perhaps a bit lazy, but it works.

Could it be… are we heading toward… OHMYDOG, on a sunny Sunday there is a spot for us outside at Kettleman’s!  I haven’t had a fine toasty pumpernickel bagel in ages, and I am a dog who enjoys his bagels…

And of course a fine drinkie to wash it all down…

On the way home, we ran into some Airedale People!  Notice the fine airedmiration…

They were awfully cool, and anyone who has an Airedale is an automatic friend of mine!  Thanks ladies!!!

Love,

Bogart

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