Lambiedog

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.

Secret of my success

    People sometimes ask me how it is that I am so attuned to bluff goings-on.

 

    I don't want to brag, but the answer is that I have super-sensitive ears.

The inner sanctum

Welcome to my humble abode -- the inner sanctum, as it were.

 Let me show you around.  Please follow me.

To your left you will see a rosemary bush.  Note the aroma.

 

It's just one of the many great smells in my domain.  

   

Over there is where squirrels sometimes hide.  

Off to my right is a spot that's very good for general sniffing.

Just behind me is my preferred spot for nightly sphincter relief.  

I could go on and on....What, you have to go, so soon?  We've barely skimmed the surface here. There are so many aspects to share with you.  Maybe you'll come back sometime for a more nuanced tour.

On the window seat with my Uglydoll

Postprandial treat

    Some are partial to cigars after a good meal.  But when my family congregates after dinner, I prefer to bring out my rawhide.  

Of course, back in the day, before my family cracked down on my bone consumption, a bone would have been my postprandial treat of choice.

Detective work on the Robbins bench

I've been trying to learn the back story on David R. Robbins, who is memorialized at this bench.

         

The plaque states that Mr. Robbins was born in 1959 and died young, in 1994.  But there is no listing for him in the Social Security Death Index.  I am perplexed.

Mr. Robbins was a son, a brother and a friend.  Unfortunately, his bench memorial seems to have come upon hard times.

It benefits from a gorgeous location, however.

My bed

My bed is one of my favorite places.  I always feel secure there.  Fortuitously, it is on the ground, and easy to access without requiring any embarrassing tests of my jumping abilities.

At the window

People at the bluffs often tell us that they've seen me looking out the window as they walk by our home.

I might be meditating, relaxing in the sun, or reviewing past events.  

 

It does bother me a bit to have my private reflective moments be so exposed.

But the back of the sofa is without peer in the unique side-by-side configuration of sun worship and sentinel opportunities that it offers.

Rainy day

With my brothers

Can you see the family resemblance?