Walk Not, Poop Not

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…

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King of Beasts

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…

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Pigeons Part Deux

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……

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Sunday in the NW with Cones

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…

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Mama-Son Day

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…

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Outdoor Aire-t

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…

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In the Sticks

You never know what you’re going to find on the morning walkie… You just have to do like I do – snout to the ground, in fine terrier fashion. This stick seems worthy of me… I believe I will take it home (or at least on the majority of the walkie home).  Here’s how to…

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Bedhead

Overcast days make me want to CUDDLE.  I don’t care if I get bed-head, you know, where your fuzz goes all crazy because you’ve been lying on your back with your legs up in the air.  I am in the mood for a good, long cuddle. Oh, but who will cuddle with me? When mama…

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