Sunday, August 31, 2008

What I Learned in August

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This month I learned some little lessons:

  • Ants are voracious

  • Humidity and fur do not mix well

  • Taco lasagna is delicious

  • Parakeets love celery

  • Sand in between my paws feels like glass

  • Rootbeer is absolutely delicious

  • Hot sidewalk=Sizzling paws

  • Barking inside a high vaulted room really hurts my ears

  • Doves cooing make me sleepy

  • I love ice

  • I dislike ants with a vengeance...


  • That concludes this months little life lessons.

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

    Friday, August 22, 2008

    Happy Birthday!

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    A BIG Happy Birthday to someone special!

    May all your wishes come true...

    Hugs,
    PJ the dog blogging dog :-)

    Thursday, August 14, 2008

    Strange Dreams

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    Sometimes I have strange doggie dreams.

    Awhile back I had a whopper! I dreamed of a little birdie who had a broken wing (probably due to the crow incident in the backyard). Now this little blue bird happened to be quite clever about his predicament. With each passing day, he'd collect little bones here and there and create a makeshift wing. It wasn't too long after that the wing began working.

    I awoke right when he took flight off of a high branch on the fig tree. The makeshift bone wing drooped a little more than the other wing, but the flap of wings was beautiful.

    And so, M painted the image above.

    Perhaps the story of the bionic bird Beauty I blogged about really embedded itself into my mind. Who knows.
    Strange how my mind makes stories while I'm sleeping.

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

    Saturday, August 9, 2008

    Saturday is Like Sunday

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    Today feels like Sunday. Don't you think so?

    As I was out making a stroll around the block, I caught the whiff of a BBQ. Smokey billows of yumminess drifted through the air and I realized someone somewhere had to be roasting a butternut squash. I know, weird huh?

    Then I thought, oh boy, it must be Sunday. I love Sunday because sometimes just as the sherbert sun is about to dip from the cyan sky, M will grab me and we'll head to Balboa to catch a sunset right on the shores edge. There's nothing like digging my paws into the sand and watching the magic that occurs when the day becomes night. Plus, I love a good splash in the salty water.

    Alas, I arrived home to discover junk mail. Shucks! Junk mail means it's Saturday. Of course, I love to "recycle" the junk mail for M and M, but still, that doesn't beat the sky turning colors of caterpillar orange, lobster reds, and fluffy puffs of cotton candy pink.

    So, today turned out to be Saturday and tomorrow will be the day I thought today was and could have been.

    Umm, only five more hours. :-)

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