Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Wed Nes Day

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Wed-Nes-Day. That's always how I think of Wednesday when I write it, type it or say it. Is that weird? Then I got to thinking, and I realized I'm a weird dog. No, really, I am.

Now, the fact that I have a passion for sniffing Queen Elizabeth Roses is a little eccentric. However, I can attest to the fact that they smell awfully delicious when in full bloom and reaching toward the sky with their crimson petals.

Ok, I'm a coffee addict. Sure, an insomniac shouldn't be imbibing the roasted coffee beans imported from Hawaii, but I can't help it. I love the liquid d'lish. It's warm and makes me sleepy, well, sometimes, and only if it's after 3am and Law & Order: CI isn't on.

I dare say that I've actually forgotten how much fun a drinking fountain can be.

Stream-of-dog-consciousness is weird too.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-P

Monday, September 11, 2006

9/11 September 11th : God Bless America

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I pledge allegiance
to the flag
of the United States of America,
and to The Republic
for which it stands,
one Nation
under God,
indivisible,
with liberty
and justice
for all.

Saturday, September 9, 2006

Sometimes I Like to Spin

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Cairn Terrier dogs on spinning tea cup ride
I'm sure other dogs will agree that spinning around and around, until you regret that cotton candy consumption, is just about one of the best ways to enjoy a Saturday afternoon at CairNation Plaza.

Plus, it's like a super fast car ride with lots of nausea and slobber thrown in! Faster faster!

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-P

Saturday, September 2, 2006

Saddleback Mountain

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Saddleback Mountain in Orange County, California Painting
Sometimes I like to go hiking with Sambo and Mocha in O'Neill Park. The park is at the base, or in the shadow of, Saddleback Mountain. A majestic range often called the Santa Ana Mountains too. It's during these times that I can see the beauty of everyday items, such as a dry oak leaf clasping to my fur, or a patch of ochre lichen in the crevice of a tall oak.

Yes, if I'd have to define serenity today...it would probably be the rustle of leaves through a grove of scrub oaks in Orange County. It's rare these days.

Bark at you later,
PJ the dog blogging dog :-P