An Apple a Day…

Keeps me running down the street a top speed because damn does it look like a rogue tennis ball… Really.  Tell me that doesn’t look like a tennis ball.  Doesn’t taste like a tennis ball, but looks disarmingly like one. And then I spotted THIS.  The apples are messing with me today… Love, Bogart

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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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