Lambiedog

A blog about Lambie, by Lambie, from Lambie's point of view. 

Under my nose

I was out and about when I spied a departing rabbit.

I stood there wishing it would come back.

The rabbit had been practically under my nose.

 

 It's so frustrating when you miss the low-hanging fruit.

 I went home and hung my head, reflecting on the difficulties of the hunt.

 
 Then I heard someone at the door.

 It was my friend Shayan.  

Shayan was dismayed to see me so upset. He remonstrated with me to get a grip and remember the many good things in my life.

Slowly, I emerged from my funk. 

    Sometimes it takes a good friend to put things in perspective.

Postcard from America's Vacationland

    Winnie and Ollie sent this photo from Colorado where they are enjoying their annual vacation.   

    They've been going on hikes every day and are clearly getting into great shape.  (Trudie stayed home in a board and care facility, since exercise is no longer her thing.)  

    These dogs are poster children for the healthful properties of mountain air, meadow romps, forest tromps, and so on.  

    Maybe I'll take a hike today too. A short one.  Got to build up slowly.

Counting

Five people, five dogs, three cars:

 

Three people, four dogs, one car:

 

 
Four people, six dogs, four cars:

  

Under the table

     When my family plays chase with me, my favorite place to run to is under the table.  I have a competitive advantage there.  

     I love to hang out and wait for my loved ones to come and find me.

    Then we have a joyful reunion.

Material dog

  

    I try to keep it in check, but every now and then the shopaholic in me is compelled to cut loose.

Gothic tale

It was late in a hitherto uneventful afternoon.

   A shrill sound split the air at a pitch audible only to dogs and to humans age 24 and younger.

    
   Suddenly, computer and TV monitors were swarmed by images of scary men in threatening poses.

 

The world placed its hopes in the only individual who could combat evil of this magnitude.

Wearing his lucky ID tag, he set out to vanquish the enemies unknown. 

Willy on a quest

    I was enjoying myself on a walk the other day, when I heard some commotion over at Willy's house.  I ran across the street to see what was up.      

 My friend was not looking his finest.

   It transpired that he had found a very interesting smell to pursue, at significant cost to his good grooming.

    He invited to check into the scene myself, so I did.  But frankly it was a bit too raw for me --not my sort of vibe.

 So, while Willy returned to his labors, I visited with Kim.  It occurred to me that she might give me one of her famously delicious dog treats.

She did.

Haiku

 

Ambushed by water

I may forgive, won't forget

The trees click their tongues.  

The Saint Bernards are back!

 When I went out to the bluffs yesterday afternoon I was happy to see some familiar faces. 

 Iseley, Portia and Romeo are friends who travel together in a small red Ford Festiva. 

   

They are very sweet animals.  

Iseley is the biggest,  and was the boss for a while, although now Portia is finding her power.  

     Romeo is the one who has problems with his legs.  In the past couple of months he's had to have two surgeries. Because of that, the three of them didn't come to the bluffs for a while.  

    Even now, Romeo is still taking it easy.  He stays on the leash so as not to overdo it.  I'm not sure he's going to ever fully recover.

Whatever -- we're all happy that the St. Bernards are back.

    They provide a general Shane Battier-esque positive energy for our group at the bluffs, while at the same time shining individually as well as one-on-one.

         

A different approach to the dog walk

When you come down to it, each dog has his own definition of la dolce vita.