Saturday and Snoozers

Mocha came over for a play date and now we're taking an afternoon snooze in the studio.

The day began with a brisk walk around the 'hood where we saw some new tulips growing in the McCarthy garden. These tulips had just poked their heads out a week or so ago and now full yellow and orange buds are opening up like teacups for the sky. We pondered about whether they'd be as tasty as the ones from The Chocolate Factory, but alas, we knew better than to try. After all, Widow McCarthy always saves us a peanut butter cookie or two for our evening stroll.

After our walk we decided to forage through the backyard and dig for the snipes. We can't seem to find them, but our muddy paws, noses, and tails are proof of how hard we tried to find those critters. Needless to say, you can guess what came next. We got warm water rinsed and fluffy warm towels from the dryer to snuggle into as we dried off.

At noon, M surprised us with BBQ chicken doggie treats. Mmm mm. Fresh off the grill. Now our tummies are warm and full and baby pink with yummy goodies inside.

All this typing makes me sleepier. Type for a little nap and then we're going to play tug-o-war with a ropey.

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

Good Monday Morning!

Today feels like a great start to a wonderful week.

Instead of dreading Monday, I like to think of a fresh fun idea. Maybe M will blow bubbles for me to play with out in the garden. Or maybe I'll see a pretty sunset this week. Or maybe I'll see a giant prehistoric moth that's as big as the palm of a human hand!

You never know what Monday will bring.

For this Monday, I'm hoping for a lot of smiles and happy surprises for you and yours.

Hey, have you read about the story of Saturdays and marbles in a jar? If not, be sure and "Google" the story when you've got a moment. It may be an urban myth, but I like to think it's kinda a nifty idea.

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

Saturday is Like Sunday

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 :-)

Saturday Means Sleeping In, Right?

My paws twitched as I frolicked in a meadow of skunk cabbage. Suddenly a buzzing sound could be heard far off beyond the line of pine trees. My paws left the dew grass, which tickled like little fairy fingers at my furry legs, and I felt the warmth of my cotton comforter under my belly.

One brown eye opened to a darkened bedroom. I lifted an ear to catch the direction of the annoying buzz which felt like needles piercing into my skull. The buzzing had a high pitched screech that pulsated until I almost let out a bark in frustration. What creature could possibly be making such an earth rattling sound before the sun has risen?

Oh yes, but of course, it is my arch enemy. I trotted over to my enemy, who sat perched on the night stand with a glowing grin of devil-red digital numbers. Sitting down, I kept watch over the vile creature until a hand reached out and made the thing finally fall back to sleep. At this point, my teeth bared at the rectangular thing and I growled under my breath.

::Buzzz::

The thing dared to make a sound once again! Before the hand could reach the demonic creature again, I opened my mouth and took hold of the boxy devil. I took off running, but I didn't anticipate the long tail which flapped behind like a limp hose. Somehow the tail had enough time to take hold of the wall once my teeth had grabbed hold.

Rounding the bed with a quick snap, the tail broke free and the creature fell to the wood floor in the hall where I skidded to a halt. The devil-red numbers no longer flickered and the creature gave no lasting gasp.

I dropped to the ground, head on paws, and blinked back tears. What had I done? Surely, this creature was just playing dead.
I reached out a paw and nudged the boxy thing. No movement. The tail didn't wiggle. The buzzing sound did not resume.

I waited until the sun cast rays across the floor planks and a hand reached down to pat my head.

"What's this? she said.

I looked up at her, unable to answer with anything but my downcast eyes. With that, she picked up the creature and walked it back to it's resting place on the night stand. I trotted behind and sat while she placed the creature upright and stuck the tail in the wall. My eyes widened at the sight of flickering boxy red numbers. Alive! I hadn't killed the poor thing.

Fast forward to this morning. I awoke to a horrible sound. I stretched my back legs, snarled at the dark skies outside and walked over to the creature. Blinking innocently, the creature buzzed once more before I reach out and patted the thing on it's plastic head like I had seen done before. Now comforted, the creature quieted and went back to sleep.

However, If the creature doesn't learn about Saturday soon, I'm betting a couple more trips to the hall will do the trick. And if all else fails, there's always the backyard vegetable garden. A little blue tail-free buzzer took a one-way trip there awhile back. And the corn* has never tasted so delicious.

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


(*For those Stephen King fans out there, the "corn" is a familiar reference. And yes, butter and a little salt, yum.)

Couch Potato Syndrome

So, what is "Couch Potato Syndrome"?
Is there a way to prevent this?
Could there be a cure?

Here are the symptoms (in no particular order):

Complete lack of energy

Inability to eat anything except potato chips, coffee, and fried zucchini

Short attention span leading to remote control chaos (aka "flipping channels")

Frequent sighing

Pillows and blankets begin to spontaneously multiply on couch

More likely to acquire assistance from attendant (aka a family member) to retrieve food and refreshments

Insomnia due to increase in caffeine consumption

and finally,

...experiencing oblivion and contentment at having accomplished nothing!

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