Hot Dog!

Damn, this humidity is kicking my butt.  After only a few puny blocks, I’m already panting and shuffling along even with my water bottle handy.  What’s a hot, fuzzy boy to do? Ah, yes. I’m not allowed in this fountain (nor would I jump in as I’m not THAT fond of being wet) but mama…

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The Exploding Sky

Oh damn. It’s that time of year again. The time when you humans feel the need to blow things up in a pretty way. Last night here in Philadelphia the walls were shaking with the booms.  I was barking non-stop for almost an hour trying to chase ’em away.  I wasn’t really afraid, just kind…

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No Bad Dogs

During the evening walkie, we walked past the spot where the old Philly AIDS Thrift store was… it’s just moved around the block, but they still have a box of books out front for the taking. Guess which one I spotted? And just in case you think that I’m going all soft and becoming a…

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Juicy Pear

Water ice!  Today they were out of my favorite lemon, so we went all wild and crazy and got the juicy pear.  Yowza, is it good! Mama and I share everything.  And we have some very creative ways of sharing water ice.  For the first few bites, mama loads up the spoon and slides it…

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My Dear… My Card

Many humans think that we dogs have a very primitive way of communicating with each other.  That we couldn’t possibly be sending complex messages via something so simple. I am here to prove you wrong. First, locate the site of a fellow dog’s important message. Located! Slowly inhale every bit, byte, and piece via your…

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The Shit Sucker

Mama told me a great story today during the evening walkie.  Many years ago in Europe, she and dad saw one of these on the street: Dad, in his normal fashion, called it a “shit sucker”.  Mama calls that a “Klaus-ism”, which is an interesting way to describe something that, while it makes perfect sense,…

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