Lambiedog

Rambo hits his prime

    Over the past year or so, Rambo has really matured.  He started out being a bit of a bully, turned into a playmate, and then grew into his present stature as a role model possessed of great self-control as well as some impressive tricks.     

       

Crouching tiger, hidden dragon

 

It's happy hour out at the bluffs.

Most of the dogs are busy interacting.

One still small voice crouches and leaps toward his owner, attempting to get her to pick him up.  
       

Call it his version of aerobic exercise.

Cult of Lambie spreads

    An unsolicited photo from a fan has given me the idea that maybe I should look into setting up some Lambie memorabilia with CafePress.  I want my base to have easy access to mementos of me.  

    A T-shirt might be nice, with my image and perhaps an inspiring motto like "What would Lambie do?" or "Guided by Lambie."

Winter sky

What is it about the winter light?  The mornings have been incredibly clear recently.

And the evenings....

 

Well, the evenings are really like going to a worship service of some kind, the kind where dogs are welcome.

It's not unusual to see dogs genuflecting in appreciation. 

    For myself, I find I need to survey my domain before I can fully relax and enjoy the sky.

First thing I do is to make sure that everything is in order.  All dogs in their places, all owners in their places, all houses in their places. 

I check the other end of the bluff to make sure that everything looks good there too.  Just because the sun's setting in the west doesn't mean you should ignore the south.

All systems are go down at that end, so I let myself kick back and savor the sunset.

Once again, Lambie helps orchestrate a gorgeous ending to the day.

 

 

My lightness of being

  I may have lost some weight.  I say this because yesterday, when my owner picked me after I begged her to as usual, I so surprised her with my lightness that in one swift movement she hoisted me up and dropped me overboard on my head.  

    We were worried that I might have been paralyzed or something, but all that happened was that I got dirty, as shown in the photo on the left.  

In the photo on the right, we are looking happy that I'm not paralyzed.

 

Unfortunately yet predictably, the aftermath involved a bath.

Remembering Sam

    
         Sam died this morning after being hit by a car.

    He was a free thinker who went his own way.

    He will be greatly missed.

Rest in peace, Sam.

My beautiful life

    We've been benefitting from some remarkable sunsets recently.

 The soft late-afternoon light is flattering to dogs of all complexions.   

Even a casual frolic ends up looking Gap-commercial-worthy.      

It's the effortlessly photogenic life of a California dog. 

Letter from a loved one

Thomas sent the following response to my most recent post:

lambie! i think about you all the time, i can't wait to play with you when i get back to la on dec 22! by the way, i found this photo of you, lookin pretty cool...

love,
thomas

Faraway thoughts

    Here I am thinking about Thomas, who lives in New York at present.

 He's a great one for playing with me.

 

  

When he's here, that is.

    

Halloween is in the air

Trudie started us off in a festive mood by identifying an orange mushroom growing out of a tree.

Around the same time, Willy started wearing his pumpkin outfit almost daily.

Then, this weekend, he acquired a natty new costume.  

 

He's a hot dog.

       
 I'm not much of a dog for dressing up, myself.
 

I leave the flash to the other guys.