I Saw the Sign

Portland is just full of interesting signs these days.  They make mama laugh, sometimes at inappropriate moments, and she usually tries to pretend that she’s laughing at something hilarious that I’ve done so that people don’t think that she’s crazy.  Well, not too much. We are all familiar with the “man holding stinky poopy bag…

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Rainy Days and Mondays

Monday.  Some rain, some sun.  Some time in the Bogcedes. Ah… sun. But look… clouds. Yes mama, I will help you with the errands.  I will be your co-pilot, your navigator. Keep driving… yes, just a little farther… no wait, you’re supposed to head toward the pet store!!! Damn.  Guarding the car.  AGAIN.  Not at…

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Laboring on Labor Day

Yes, today I was laboring.  I honor of Labor Day.  I was laboring for a fine, pumpernickel bagel. There is apparently some new sort of tax that has been imposed on me – wherein I have to give mama a kiss before I get any of the extra-good food from her plate.  But mama, YOU…

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Artsy Fartsy

Well looky here.  In a window of an art gallery, there is a lady artist making music.  We heard it from our place, and had to check it out. All of the people on the street seemed to think it was really cool, but it bothered my ears.  So I would, of course, bark. Mama…

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Aire-t in the Pearl

Art in the Pearl.  I’ve already peed on a tent.  Today it was time to actually walk through and see what they were doing… In the RAIN.  Yes, it hasn’t rained here for awhile now but – in a special nod to the Labor Day weekend – it’s pouring.  Which doesn’t dampen my spirits (I…

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Artful Dodger

First Thursday rolls around again and mama and I are here to take in the culture… Wow, there are LOTS of people out this time.  And not so many dogs.  So I spend most of my time dodging legs. Come on people, I know how to walk in a crowd… do you? Follow my fuzzy…

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6… Months, Seconds, Million Years

Dear Klaus, As of today, you’ve been gone for 6 months.  Each day seems like an eternity without you.  My brain still cannot comprehend that you’re not here, and keeps trying to convince me that you’re just on an extended vacation.  I cry everyday.  Time isn’t healing my wounds, they are still throbbing, itchy, and…

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