Thursday, March 27, 2008

The Ultimate Toy

When I think of what I want next to my food and water dishes - or under the Christmas tree if I have to wait that long - it is a toy that can be enjoyed without the need for human intervention.

All humans - even Mommies and Daddies tire of playing before dogs do.

Well here it is - the Tireless Toy - and this one is on the top of my list!

bww

Friday, March 21, 2008

RIP Van Lola!

OMG! I've been asleep for a month!

I spent 10 days at my home away from home - Mahogany Ridge - while my Mommy & Daddy went to New York City to play without me. My time with Theresa, Jen and all my four legged friends was fun, fun, fun!

Since then, I have been just hanging out - really just hanging...sleeping, going for short walks, visiting with London, eating and, oh yeah - sleeping.

The ice has just receded like slow moving glaciers from the edge of the roads around my home so Daddy can start walking me around the block where there are no curbs safely at 4 or 5 pm when humans seem to go crazy behind the steering wheel. I do understand that, it's sort of how a dog feels after a bath.

But today it's Spring and tonight there will be a full moon. So, I ran around my ice covered backyard this morning and will be out howling after dark.

I'mmm baaaak...

bww

Friday, February 15, 2008

My Business Card




You laugh!

Being a dog in this society at this time is a business; at least it should be. There is managing staff (human parents); training (again, human parents); identifying and accessing resources - water and food primarily, well...OK...food primarily; negotiating with competitors - other dogs, squirrels and other unseen but smelt animals on or below the ground as well as in the air; obtaining perks - treats, pillows, toys; and, of course, providing a service.

My service is the news; Canine Clips that make up this blog, that is. To me and my canine confidants: "No News is Old News." So... my retired uncle living in the Arizona desert created a card for me to advertise my service.

If you would like copies to distribute, contact me by leaving a comment with your email address and I will send you some as an attachment.

bww

Saturday, February 9, 2008

How Far & Fast Can You Run?


Have you ever wondered why we chase cars? Or squirrels? Or Birds?

I know you have and I also know you do not know.

Well, it's to see how fast and far you can go. We know we will never catch birds or squirrels or cars but that doesn't mean we shouldn't chase them. If we don't, we will never know how far we are able to go or how quickly we can run or if we can fly.

And, that is something very important to know. If we do not test our limits well then what are they actually? Are they something that are actual and cast in stone forever? Or, are they something we created or let grow up around us? So... the next time you watch me try to catch a bird and not even come close (yet), see me testing my limits and finding our something about me.

Oh, yes, talking about testing limits and discovering who we are, what about those Central Florida fireman. Last week, while reading a newspaper discarded by Daddy or sneaking a peak at the online news under his arm while he was surfing, I saw the story of these selfless men who not only rescued and saved people from a first but canines too.

Look closely at this picture of one giving CPR to a dog.

How far can you go?

bww



Friday, February 1, 2008

Email Update

I'm pawing on my email and discovered (which, btw, is what Terriers are bred to do) that I can send a message to my blog.

This is almost as much fun as chewing up a toy!

bww

Thursday, January 31, 2008

Mommy


There she is - my Mommy. What can I say! Woof! Woof!

Look at her...she loves me.

My Mommy is soooo good to me. She always - and I hear her say over and over again that she does not use this word - always gets up early to walk me. She lets me take home plastic bottles from our walks and even sometimes road side treats like discarded pizza crust (yummie!).

Mommy always gives me treats in the morning my special one called the Gong that she still believes will occupy me for the morning and I devour in minutes. But, hear what I'm saying...she always gets it ready for me before she leaves for work. She is the one who always brushes me and trims my "unruly hair." It's my Mommy who always gives me a break - an extra treat, toy, ride or hug - no matter what I do.

In this, human and canine mothers are the same. They are always there for you.

You've got to love my Mommy. I do!

bww

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Thoughtful Commentary

Anonymous left me the following questions a few days ago and I would like to share some doggy dogma.

“Thoughtful commentary there Lola.

What's your take on dogs that tolerate cats? I've heard that humans just love that in a dog. True or false?

Also, what do you say about the adage: "Avoid biting when a growl will do"?

Finally, a little doggy economics.
If I get my paws on 3 human dollars can I turn them into 21 doggy dollars and will I benefit by doing so?”

First, cats. I don’t have a clue about how humans feel about cats but dogs – at least those of us who are still part of the herd – do not consider cats as creatures of this world. They have super-natural powers. When they hunch their back, stick their tail out and give you “that look,” all hell is about to be streamed into this world. While they should be bitten for this reason, most of us “tolerate” cats. Perhaps you are thinking of those cute cards in the stores or pictures online of smiling cats cuddled next to smiling dogs. First, most of those dogs are puppies who do not know any better; the others have been drugged.

The adage is mostly true. It is to our benefit to use a growl when biting is not needed. However, as you probably know there are many different growls and there is one that says: “That’s it, the next time I open my mouth, it will be to bite you!” Then, there is another growl that is known to us as the Silent Growl. We open our jaw as if to growl and then lunge and clamp down. Sometimes it is necessary. See above.

Doggy economics is actually a form of fantasy economics. The seven for one years of age is a misguided calculation humans apply to us. So, three human dollars will not get you 21 doggy dollars. Now, if you are fortunate enough to find a doggy dollar; well, that is another story.

bww