Lambiedog

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.

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.

A brave man

 

 The other morning I spent a while barking at a guy I met at the bluffs.

            

    He didn't seem to understand the danger that he was in.  If I had been him, I would have been scared of me.

However, this guy seemed armed with a surfeit of patience. 

    Eventually his waiting game paid off, and he disarmed even the toughest dog on the bluff.

 

    Me.

Wedding at the bluff

Glad to be of assistance

I was busy thinking deep thoughts

when Charlie interrupted my reverie with a math question.

....

I racked my brain until I remembered the formula he needed.

 

 I love to be helpful.

Parade blues

 

    So, I see that the Palisades has picked a winning motto for this year's Fourth of July parade:  "Small Town, Big Heart."  

    As these things go, it's okay, but it doesn't seem very Lambie-centric.  "Small Town, Big Poop," would have been better.  Or, "Small Dog, Big Stomach."  Or even,"Nice Bluffs, Many Ground Squirrels."

     Of course, I realize that I have only myself to blame, since I didn't enter the contest.  

    Next year I'm going to enter a slogan.  It's my civic duty, plus I think that I'd really enjoy the victor's reward of riding on the fire truck during the parade.  

Dolce's uncle

 

Dolce's uncle paid her a holiday visit. He thoughtfully paid attention as well to those of us who didn't have any visiting relatives.  

But when I got home I was beset with the blues.  Why didn't I have any relatives visiting?

 

Too bad my relatives live on the other side of the continent.

A friend to all

 

Out at the bluffs you can meet all sorts of individuals.  People who sit on the bluff benches tend to be very welcoming to me, which is a good thing since I tend to join them without waiting to be invited. 

    

 

With Sam and Grandpa

 

 I hung out with my brother Sam and my grandfather who was visiting.

They discussed computers, which to tell the truth I find deadly boring, although I feigned interest.

For a conversation to keep my attention, there should be a lot of "Lambie"s sprinkled into it.  I'd say the proper ratio would be about 25 "Lambie"s per minute of conversation.

Summit with the leaders of tomorrow

 

Ava and Tommy and I got together to exchange thoughts on local and national events.

As we strolled and compared insights, I found myself flattered at  how interested they were in this old dog's perspective.  Anyone who says young people don't care hasn't met these kids.     

They followed along closely as I walked them through my take on the world.

      

Then I listened intently as Ava shared hers.

 

 It's great to connect with youth, although influencing young minds is also a big responsibility.