Shrine to Cones

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

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Here, Tiger Tiger Tiger

A spiffy tiger print new treat bag, that is!  And yes, I needed one.  See the photo below as proof: See the crappy plastic baggie on the left?   That’s what mama usually uses to carry around my treats on our daily walkies.  I always hear about plastic not degrading, but can attest to the fact…

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Run Wild and Free Jupie

My heart is broken.  My dear Airegirl friend Jupie has passed away. Longtime followers of my blog know Jupie well – along with Kermit and Robin (who has also sadly left us) – as either the Mareike-Dales or more affectionately, The Mobsties.  There was nothing – NOTHING – so good as going over to Mareike’s…

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Stick-ebana

Most days, this is what my front door looks like.  An assorted pile of sticks that I have brought home from my daily travels.  I like it this way – if I decide to take a stick with me it is waiting for me, and if I don’t then I know exactly where I left…

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Riders on the Storm

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…

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Today, I Am Six

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…

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What Am I, Chopped Liver?

I am a BIG fan of freeze dried liver.  Cannot explain it, but it’s fantastic.  And it’s one of the only ways that mama can stand to feed me (well, us, because the cats love it too!) liver. Usually we buy the beef-liver-in-a-bucket, but this time at the store mama found chicken-liver-in-a-bucket, so I thought…

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The Maine Event

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…

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