Ah, the pleasures of autumn. Wind lightly ruffling through the fuzz, humidity on the downward slide, just enough warmth to require a sweater, a full coat of airefuzz, or some brisk walking. When faced with a choice, a brisk walkie does it every time. Today I chose both brisk-ness and distance, and took mama all…
What goodness is this? W-I-F-F-L-E B-A-L-L Really, dogs. How could you leave this fine specimen behind in the park without knowing? Easy to carry, easy to catch, holds the slobber well. SCORE!  Oh that looks good. Yes I would like that.  NOW!  Heh. Mine. Now I must guard it against all interlopers.  Protect it with…
Rain. You know that this doesn’t usually bother me, and while I am delighted for the respite from the ever-maddening heat and humidity, I fear it may be too short-lived. And I get much wetter now with the shorter Aire-do. I don’t dislike it, but I definitely do notice the difference. More full-body shaking is…
