Happy 4th of July

We went to the beach and watched fireworks. M & M, Mocha, Matt, Griff, Hunter, and the twins. There was laughter and a sky which took our breath away.

The sky had so many neat colors. Red bursts and orange bursts of light which illuminated the sky and reflected off the waves as they rolled by. Some of the fireworks appeared to be shooting stars which fell from the sky, only to then wash ashore onto the sand.

A beautiful day to celebrate our country's birthday!

God Bless America!

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 :-)

Wet Sand on a Wednesday

We spent the early morning at the beach. I must say, this is a wonderful way to begin a Wednesday. The waves rolled in and lapped at the shore (and my paws). I chased a few short birds who came a little too close for comfort (hey, they started it). M sketched in her notebook, while the other M played frisbee with me.

Guess what I got when we arrived home? A bath. Lol. Sheesh, don't they know I'd just going to take this freshly washed fur and go roll in the nice muddy garden under the peach tree? I mean, who can resist mud? Woof.

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

Tuesdays Taste a Little Like Mondays

Today, we went on a few errands. I got to go down to Newport Beach and play in the waves while M read a book (she's rereading Wuthering Heights and The Stand--didn't see which one she had because I had only one thing on my mind---FRISBEE!).

Then, we headed to the market for some pure can sugar soda. If you haven't tried a soda pop made from pure cane sugar...it's divine. The difference between corn syrup and cane can only be described as a crisp difference. Somehow using the cane, there is a refined taste. And since M doesn't drink soda that much (she's a water fan), it makes each sip all that better.

Off to the antique store downtown in Orange. M wanted to check if they had any victorian calling cards come in to the shop over the weekend. No luck this time. Calling cards are so cute, but I'm not allowed near them due to my tenacious need to rip through them like junk mail. Hey, it's not my fault. I just like the taste. :-)

Finally, we headed back to the beach for a quick hugello (fast hug and hello) for our friend Matt. He wanted to take me on another beach walk, but we had to decline. Time to get back to the studio for M.

It was a fine day. The kind that feels like the day after a long weekend.

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

Paws, Cookies, and Quacks

Well, I injured my back left paw, so I was out of commission for a couple of days. Let's just say that fur and sticky foreign substances that resemble tar do not mix well. I tried licking the icky stuff out, but finally had to yelp and call attention. Luckily, a 50/50 solution of vinegar and warm water did the trick. M thinks it might have been some tar I picked up on our walk at the beach when we went to Laguna Beach.

I was back to running around the yard in no time at all. However, I have found that if I give them "the look", I might garner a Triple Ginger Cookie (from Trader Joe's) and a tummy rub.

I also met some new friends this past week. Two ducks have decided to have fun playing in the pool. They splash and quack and are quite a spectacle to bark at! I felt like Wyle E. Coyote when they dive-bombed from above. All I could think was "IN-COMING! as they flapped and proceeded to plop right into the deep end. Needless to say, I darted for cover under the fig tree.

Being a little fearful of webbed creatures, I haven't yet introduced myself. Perhaps I'll be a brave pup next week.

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