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by Flea

Luke at me!

January 23, 2011 in Friends, Observations, The run

Of course it’s already got pretty packy-downy, but on Friday morning the dog run was covered with a new blanket of nice powdery snow. It had been getting pretty disgustified just before that. Slush, mush and poop, and then so slipperish the the humans were having a hard time standing only on their hind legs, I guess because they have no claws to dig in.

Anywhich, I guess if you’re reading this, it’s probably not to get a report about some weather that we already had. You were probably hoping to see some cute pictures of me. Not today!

This is a new member of our dog run, and also a new member of the wholey world. His name is Luke and he’s only 15 weeks old. He got a bit nervly around the other dogs, who were interested in sniffing his puppiness (particularly Samson the baby Husky, who can be quite a paw full, I must say). I tried to be nice to Luke, but he just wanted to be with his human, plus I think he was a bit worried about the snow.  Aaah.

Meanwhile, in another part of the run, Duncan has found a new traffic cone to devote his time to. Personally, I don’t see the attraction… maybe he got obsessified with the brightly color because of his harness? But we don’t see colors do we? Hmm.

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Let it snow, let us go, pick it up!

January 10, 2011 in Observations


Oh yes… Happy New Year!

Geepees! We sure had lot of snow! And it looks like there’s more coming. I love snow. It’s so much fun when it’s newly and white, and just a bit packed down by paws and feet. My blue ball is so easy to find!

I’ve been wondering about something though: why do some humans think it’s ok to not pick up our poop when there’s snow? Do they think it will just get disappeared on its own? Trixie’s dad was saying to my dad how it’s almost the easiest thing in the world to pick up poop in the snow. You can always pick up a bit of extra snow with the poop, kinda like that gravel in Union Square. Who cares if you throw a bit of extra snow in the garbage? We had a few really great days in the run after the Christmastime snow, but it wasn’t long before it started to get watery and full of poop. Yecch! It was almost ready to turn into an epidermic of diseases, but then it got all freezy frozen, and the poop got hard and harmless. Well… I thought it was harmless, but my friend Rex has started to think the frozen poops are a kind of treat. Poopsicles? It’s driving his dad crazy keeping him away from them.

I hope those humans will figure it out soon. I HATE it when my ball lands in poop. Frickadoodles!


On another note, a big bark-out to Mona (here we are, asleep on uncle Simon’s legs) who just got spayded. I hope you don’t think to muchly about it. You’re going to be fine. I love you.

OK… gotta go. Dad’s got my chicken ready!