Life's a Beach.... and then you Nap

Greetings, homo sapiens, and welcome to another shiny example of my giving nature. You know, it's times like these that I thank my lucky stars (bet you didn't know that I had lucky stars, did you?) for water. For without water, we could not have places to go swimming. Nor would we have snow, for that matter, and that would make me very sad. *whimper* I promised myself I wouldn't cry! *sniffle* Ah, yes, well, as we can all see from this next slide, we do have water.

"Look out behind you! There's a stick!"

"Where, where?! Here? I don't see anything..."

Oh, that was a fun day. You see, without humans, I probably wouldn't have the opportunity to do things like this. Well, no, I would, but I would be foraging for fish, or leaves, or rocks, or other denizens of the deep. (Can you tell I've secretly been watching Jeopardy? The vocabulary they use is amazing!)

But, as I was saying, without humans, there wouldn't be leashes, although without leashes there wouldn't be leash laws, so maybe I need to rethink this philosophy.... Anyways, what I'm really trying to get at is that without humans, not only would we be leashless, but we would be foodless too. And I don't know about you, but I loves me some food. Preferably lettuce, or broccoli. Carrots will do nicely too. Or ice. Yes, yes! Ice! ICE! ICE! Ice is nice, but peanut butter is better. Now, when you combine the two, apparently you get peanut butter ice cream. That right there, folks, is the bee's knees. I'm not quite sure what that means, but I think it's good.

Where was I going with all of this? .... Oh, right! No humans, no food. No food, no play time, because all the free time is spent looking for more food. And that makes Hagrid a dull dog. And we don't want that, now, do we?

So I thank you, Humans, for feeding me, and also for taking me on fun walks where I get to go swimming. Because without you, I would have to feed myself, and that would involve lots of walking, and then I wouldn't want to go on a walk, because I would equate walking with looking for food, and that would probably make me hungry, and when I'm hungry I get somewhat persistent, and persnickety, and then I get disappointed, and despondent. So thanks for the food, which allows me to enjoy my walks, and my swimming, which I do love so very much, which helps to tire me out, so I can take a well-deserved nap.


Till next time!

How'd that get there?

So when I first came to Minnesota, it was fall. September, I think. Maybe late August? It was a while ago, and it was still nice and warm, I remember that much. Anyways, on my various jaunts around town I began to notice that everyone was marking very high on all of the trees. Could it be that many of the dogs in the midwest were freakishly tall? Needless to say, I was slightly confused. Being a tall dog myself, it wasn't all that difficult to match what I was sniffing, but some of those spots were just uncomfortable, if not downright impossible to hit!
Fall gradually became winter, and I began to realize that there weren't marauding gangs of gangly-legged dogs wandering the streets, harassing passers-by and showing off their stilt-walking prowess. No no no, nothing nearly so elaborate. Instead I discovered that the wonderfulness that is Snow! (see my earlier post) piled up around the bases of the trees, thus adding several inches (or more!) to everyone. Mystery solved!
However, due to the ever-changing nature of Snow, I have found that it gradually loses some of it's fluffiness, and becomes more icy. (Unlike myself, who is always fluffy, and never becomes icy, unless you're mean to me. But I digress.) Which is fine, I like ice. It tastes good. Wets the whistle, and all that. By the way, I can't whistle.... Somebody needs to get on that, pronto!

So, as I said, mystery solved. There are no vicious gangs of freakishly tall dogs wandering around the Twin Cities, so you can sleep easy tonight. But keep an eye out - they might be reading this blog and get ideas. Oh, and one more thing - always pee on the upwind side of the pole. Otherwise it gets messy.

Well, that's all for now. Here is your quote, well said by some guy I've never met.
"In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn't merely try to train him to be semihuman. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog." - Edward Hoagland