American Darling Valve…

American Darling Dale…

What happens to our darling friend Melon Man after a week or so in the Portland rain…

Love,
Bogart
May19th
American Darling Valve…

American Darling Dale…

What happens to our darling friend Melon Man after a week or so in the Portland rain…

Love,
Bogart
May18th
Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night shall stop the red-raincoat-ed Airedale in his nightly rounds.

I don’t care if it’s raining, I HAVE TO POOP. And I will not compromise on it’s placement. I can’t just poop on command, you know (actually I can, but no reason to let the humans in on that secret, eh?). I must first walk a bit, stretch the muscles, and get ready for the mighty evening poop.

Hm. Poop in the “little dog toilet” area, or wait for something more scenic? THE AGONY OF CHOICE

In the end, I chose to go with the little dog toilet area. Since no other doggies were around, it was fine for my purposes. And mama is getting cranky in the rain (apparently while she managed to dress me in my raincoat, she forgot to put the hood on hers. I keep trying to tell her that HOODS SERVE NO PURPOSE but she just DOES NOT LEARN).

Go home, you say? I don’t think so. I am not going to let a little torrential downpour ruin my evening walkie. In fact, I am going to find the biggest stick I can just to show you that I am not ready to go home yet…

Come on mama! Only an hour to go!

Love,
Bogart
May15th
This fantastic lion, king of the jungle, was sitting in front of a building here in NW Portland, waiting for me.

At first I thought I’d just hop up to where he was, but he was up pretty high. So I had to stop and think for a moment. I looked around and realized that I was right next to a flight of stairs that were right next to his greatness. So I got right on that.

Hello my friend…

King of Terriers meets King of the Beasts

See how small he looks next to me? He just cannot handle being in the presence of a true King.

You are indeed awesome my friend, and I am pleased to be in your concrete-company.

Oh yeah. King of Terriers… out!

Love,
Bogart
May13th
Something odd happened this afternoon. Even the randomly-placed sticks and tree detrius arranged with no particular care around generally-boring pipes leading to holes in the ground noticed it.

I was on my midday walkie in the North Park Blocks, like always.

Things are green and lovely today – it’s our first real day of spring…

But I could tell that something was amiss.

This MUST be the same two pigeons from yesterday. They are in the exact same spot as yesterday, they look exactly like the pigeons from yesterday, and well…

They fly away with wild abandon as I run at top speed – ears flopping in the wind – after them. MUST be the same pigeons.

Love,
Bogart
May12th
Now you see pigeons…

Now you see Airedale paws (oh, and flying pigeons).

No pigeons were harmed permanently (well, maybe mentally) in the making of today’s blog post.
Love,
Bogart
May11th
I am not at all ashamed to say that I am not brave enough to take on this tabby. You should have seen the ferocity in his eyes, he only caught my attention because he started spitting at me as I walked past. I stopped to see what was spitting at me, and it was him! I tried to let him know that I am a friend of felines, that while I might chase him I wouldn’t hurt him, but he wasn’t having it. He advanced as I slowly retreated, defending those stairs with all he had. After a minute I lost interest and we walked away, but this guy actually followed us for two more houses, spitting and arching that back of his.

Don’t worry my friend, I know who the boss is (based on the sharp claws on those little feline feet)!
Love,
Bogart
May10th
As I always say, you never know what you’re going to see here in Portland. Something that may not even catch your eye, that looks totally innocuous, and then upon further inspection…

He is a Melon Man. There are no words.

Love,
Bogart
May9th
Before the rains come again, I convinced mama to take a long walkie today, even though she was less than entirely enthusiastic when we started.

This way mama! THERE ARE CONES

Oh yeah. Tons of perfect packages of pine-cone-y goodness. The better to fit larger amounts into my mouth!

It was during this brief rest stop that I began to count how many cones I had in my possession. Usually I can comfortably fit 4 large-ish pine cones in my mighty jaws. But these little ones? More like 10…

Impressive, eh?

What mama? You want to walk before the rain starts? I blow raspberries in your general direction…

And then politely ask for a glass of water as we pass by Kettleman’s bagels.

Mmm… replenishment.

Love,
Bogart
May8th
In anticipation of Mother’s Day, mama and I decided to have a “Mother-Sun” Day – on Saturday. The weather was going to be cooperative (first day without the threat of rain in awhile!), so she rented a car for the whole entire day (instead of a few hours like usual) and we set off to spend the day together!

First we had to fortify a bit – so a pit stop at Panera Bread for an indulgent croissant…

That’s right everyone, she’s MY MAMA and we are enjoying a croissant together on our special day. EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT!

Then it was off to a place I haven’t been in way too long – Mt. Tabor! The volcano that ISN’T breaking down European air travel.

We brought some snacks, some water, and a blankie but first we had to earn our little picnic by walking around and around all the way up to the top. I visit the local salad bar on the way.

Ah, it’s so darned pretty out here today. Green, lush, warm and lovely.

Yes thank you, I will take a little time to relax and watch the world around me. This is perched at the top of a very long flight of concrete stairs on top of the volcano. So after you work your butt off, YOU SHOULD RELAX.

But there are PINE CONES up here at the top – so no relaxing just yet!

See? Pine cone residue. FUN FUN FUN

They fall from the sky, from the great trees here in the Northwest.

And what other great things can you find on the top of a volcano on a lovely spring day? AIREDALES! This is Ollie, and we’ve never met before.

I am VERY envious of his major disco pants (dad’s name for the super-furry paws) as I have never been able to grow lush, substantial ones myself.

He’s a handsome devil, and we had a really great time running around together – catch you again sometime Ollie!

Now… What is this? Bonus points if you can guess before you scroll down.

I had no idea either, so we went in for closer inspection.

It’s a giant ACUPUNCTURE NEEDLE. Um, of course. It is placed on the acupuncture point name Open Water and on the meridan Lung.

I thought it might need a little lubrication after being stuck in one spot for so long. So I did my part for public art (yet again).

The giant acupuncture needle generates a lot of attention – it’s got to be 25-30 feet tall – lots of people and doggies were stopping to check it out. From what I saw, no one knew what it was so if you didn’t guess you are in good company.

Snacks aren’t always enough. We needed lunch. And I needed a bucket of water.

It’s been a really long time since we’ve been here to the Hawthorne Fish House. This was one of dad’s favorite Portland places, he was a big fan of their cod fish and chips. Mama likes the gardenburger, and we all go nuts for the fries. Luckily there was a spot at an outdoor table, so we settled in for a big treat.

Just like we always used to do, mama “fed” dad some of her fries because he would always finish his first. So we did a little tribute to you, dad. You’ll be happy to know that I got to eat all of “dad’s” fries. And from what I hear the gardenburger was delicious.

Not content to walk in one park when we had a car for a whole day, lets visit another:

This is really one of the best days ever – park after park after park…

We need to have Mother-Son day much more often, I’m thinking like every weekend. A boy could get used to this.

It was so lovely there were even turtles out catching some sun!

Oh Laurelhurst Park, you never disappoint me.

So here’s some love for ALL of the mother’s out there – human, canine, feline, whatever – give your mama a big extra special Aire Kiss this weekend!!!

Love,
Bogart
May7th
You all know what an aficionado I am of outdoor art… I see it and I have to investigate. This pink concrete chair is just outside the building we live in, I see it all the time, but it has only recently become Pepto Bismol pink. I must check this out.

Hm. What do I have that’s pink? Something that will complement the pink of the art chair?

And the traditional “looking magnificent” pose…

Mama always says that I am a work of art – and I intend to prove her right at every opportunity. Look out public art!!!
Love,
Bogart