Pail of Happiness

Sauntering down Hawthorne… it’s sunny, it’s warm, and I’m taking in all of the Airedmiration. Now this is the best thing I’ve seen in awhile… no messing around with tiny, dirty bowls here.  A full pail of fresh, cool, yummy water. Well done!!! Love, Bogart

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First Thursday

First Thursday here in the Pearl District is ART time – all of the local galleries have their openings, and lots of people forget how to properly park or cross the street.  And don’t get me started on their behavior while I’m in an intersection… I even saw some of the trendy art horde messing…

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Surfing the Wild Bogcedes

Storm clouds looming… gotta catch some Big Aire while I can… Come on, I can handle a little more speed… Get the lead out mama – HIT THE GAS!!! Mmm.  Bugs.  I feel like a windshield. Traffic isn’t my favorite, but at least it’s not as bad as it was in Los Angeles. I see…

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Afternoon Delight

A sunny afternoon… and mama comes home to take me out for a mid-day walkie.  The Park Blocks are perfect for this, close to our place yet full of grass and goodness. I’m getting better at not crossing the street without mama.  She always wants me to stop and look both ways, but sometimes I…

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Going Out for Chinese

Ah yes… look who I’ve found!  A GIRL AIREDALE!!! I think she’s the first girl Dale I’ve seen in Portland… all of the other Dales have been boys.  Hubba Hubba! Ah.  She’s pretty. My attention was caught by this gentleman riding by… look who he has on his lap!  A KITTY!!!  You know how much…

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Pizz-aaaaaah

After a very un-sunny start, this evening was actually rather nice.  Even though mama still has a sore throat, I had to insist that the evening walkie was substantial. We thought about stopping at the supermarket – but then discovered that there were some guys outside selling newspapers and they had several dogs with them,…

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Atten-tion!

Stuck in the car, lots of traffic, and what is that I hear? IT’S A FIRE TRUCK GOING BY… Damn, but that really hurts the ears.  I’ve got to get the right tone in my head so that I can sing the pain away… Uh oh. HERE COMES THE AMBULANCE… Much to the amusement of…

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Aire-t

Oh, the agony of choice. I’d like a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger please – hold the nasty ketchup. I will wait patiently – sort of – until the Jack in the Box worker notices my adorable face sticking out of the window.  Then I shall unleash the mighty bark so they understand exactly HOW HUNGRY I…

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