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One Year On

Who would have thunk it?Â One year ago I was rushed into emergency surgery because I had a big, honking tumor attached to my spleen (and taking up way more space than anything else in my abdominal cavity).Â Big decisions had to be made.Â At 5AM, mama and I had to rush out into the…

At the vet… again

While I am not exactly a fan of the vet (yes, I am the dog who needs to be muzzled just for the vet to get a feel anywhere on my entire body because DON’T TOUCH ME DAMNIT) I have been spending a good amount of time (and mama’s money) with the fine folks at…

Chillin on a Chilly Saturday

Damn, it’s cold outside. Not too cold for a fine, refreshing, LONG walkie this morning, but even I noticed that it was a bit chilly by the time I dragged mama back home. Time for some fine reclining, Airedale-style. Love, Bogart

Auld Lang Sticks

Out with the old, in with the new (sticks, that is). I’ve spent the last few months collecting all of these tasty sticks, and alas with no fireplace or other repository for them I found myself collecting them in a big pile just outside of my door.Â Which must go. Ah well, cleaning out 2014…

Hello 2015

Well, hello 2015.Â Looking forward to a year full of HEALTH (no more times at the emergency vet!), WEALTH (more money for cookies), and HAPPINESS (more time running in the park, exploring, and eating crap I’m not not supposed to off of the street with mama!). Love, Bogart

Fuzzy Bear

A moment caught in the park when I was unamused at the frequency of treats flying into my mouth. KEEP ‘EM COMING MAMA! Love, Bogart

You Can’t Get My Stick

How hilarious is it that mama can’t reach down to grab this fine stick from me? She managed to fall last weekend – like a sack of wet potatoes – and her shoulder hasn’t been right since. So reaching down to snag my stick (which she can typically do, and on occasion is even able…

Throwback Thursday

Â Ah, so many years ago, when I was a wee lad, mama bundled me up and took me to Petco to have my photo taken with Santa. This was my first year of life, I was only a few months old, and yet the promise of treats was too great a temptation to resist. And…

Baking for Bogie (Woo-hoo, RECIPE!)

Sometimes mama gets it SO DAMN RIGHT. Normally I wouldn’t let her anywhere near the stove, she’s just not terribly domestically-inclined, and has a bad habit of setting off smoke alarms with her, ahem, “cooking”.Â Apparently, she bought “ingredients” to make some cookies for me awhile ago, and they have been taunting her ever since.Â …

I’m a Maniac

THIS is what happens when you take one mama with some knitting skills and too much time on her hands, and one Airedale with shaved legs from the vet. Yep, I know that I look a little “Flashdance”. What can I say. At least she didn’t knit me a headband to match. Love, Bogart