Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Rollin' in the Grass is a Gas, Can You Dig It...

I can dig it, you can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it....

Daddy said the monsoon made the grass grow. We went down to the town green to play ball. But after a little while all I wanted to do was roll in the grass. I can dig it...but I didn't dig any holes, funny, people language...



We took a ride in Daddies' boat a couple weeks ago. At an Abiquiu Lake. It wasn't too much fun cuz it was crowded and I was not comfortable.




But I do like to swim and we did go swimming.

And I do like rollin' in the grass.

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

One Year of My Mostly Boring and Sometimes Fun Life

Well, it's been a long time since I blogged. I've heard that New Mexico is NOT NEW and NOT MEXICO. But even though I've had some good times here, my life is mostly HO-HUM. It gets hot here and it gets cold here. Mostly I like laying out on my deck and looking over my yard and the land beyond.

Last year they took away my deck. First the railings went, then the floor!



 But then they made me a new, bigger deck which is very nice.

Then in the summer, I think it was August, we went away for a long time. First we camped at a casino in Oklahoma. They have grass there. I like laying in the grass. I played ball with Daddies.


Then we drove and drove for two more days and we were in Vermont where we camped at some of Daddies' friends big yard. There was grass there too.

I remember Vermont. There are trees there. And we hiked through the woods.

Then we came to the lake where I remember we used to go. It's called The Ledges. I love swimming there.

Then we drove some more and ended up at the beach. This is Daddy Frank's favorite place. I like it too. It's called Provincetown. I love swimming in the ocean.

And lounging on the beach.

And taking the truck out onto the beach. This is Race Point but there was no race. We lounged and I swam. There are seals there but they stay in the water and look for fishies.

I started losing my fur when we were in Provincetown. Daddy said it was from anxiety. The vet gave me special shampoo. I had a bath every day when we got back from the beach.

Thanks Daddy Frank, I Love the beach too.

Then we went to Connecticut where we used to live. We saw a lot of Daddies' old friends and family. I went to see my old girlfriend Katija. She remembered me and we went for a walk and caught up.

I told her I had to leave again and go back to my new home in New Mexico. She said, "Oh well. Glad we could get together."

It was hot and muggy out east and I was getting tired of living on the road. Daddy said I was getting nervous living in the camper fo so long. We drove and drove and finally got back to home sweet home.

Before we knew it we had Halloween and Thanksgiving and grandma O'Hart and John and Buddy came to visit for Christmas. Right after that it started to snow. We had a lot of snow during the winter. It was cool and it was cold. I like the cold and the snow.



But when the snow melts, spring is nice. There were lots of flowers blooming all over the place. Daddy Frank blogged about it. In the spring we took a camping trip to Las Cruces and this place with a lot of sand and no water. It was like the beach but there was no ocean to swim in. They call it White Sand. There was a lot of white sand and it was too hot there.

We left the sand and went to Ruidoso where it was chilly. Hot one place, chilly up the road. Then we drove through the desert some more.

Then we came to a waterfall. I think they said it was a Sitting Bull, but I didn't even see a cow. Just a waterfall. Then we went to Roswell where the spaceship landed. They have a nice lake where I went for a swim.

 Last week we went camping again. It was in the National Forest. It looks like Vermont but the trees are bigger. It was nice there. It was cool and breezy. It even rained some.

We also found a lake. Daddy said it was more like a pond, but they call it Lake Gregorio. I didn't care if it is a lake or a pond. I dove right in. Man, I love to swim.

 The campground was near Clear Creek. Where I come from they call it a brook. Lake, pond, creek, brook. All I care about is whether the water tastes good or whether I can swim in it. Daddy thinks I look like a black bear.


 I went hiking with my dads.

Back home again. My friend Gilbert is visiting because his Daddies are on vacation. We have dinner together. Daddy Leon calls Gilbert "Mini Me"

I went swimming today in our lake and Mini Me was just wading in the water.


 I'll just end with my mug shot. Ain't I handsome?



Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Some of My Compatriots

We are a smart bunch.

Yesterday I helped myself to some dog biscuits that Daddy left on the table....but that's another story.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

Free Range Dog With Chickens

Went camping with my Dads. Rest and Relaxation and a little hiking.
Lounging at Camp
Hiking at Camp

Saturday, January 27, 2018

My Worst Day Ever

A dog's life here in Cochiti Lake is mostly boring.

Well, if not boring, then pretty routine.

We get up, I go out and look over my domain, have breakfast and then lounge for an hour before going for a long walk with my friends, Daisy, Sky, Guinness, and Roy.
Looking Over My Domain
We run all over the place and have a good time sniffing. I usually find a nice mouth-size rock to carry, and well, it's no small mouth or rock.

Then I pretty much lounge until we go to get the mail. That's when we play ball in the town green. (You can see that video in a previous post.)

Sometimes we go shopping or the dog park or to do other things. I usually almost always go with my daddies where ever they go. Only sometimes I have to stay home alone for a little while. Luckily, I have a doggie door, so I can go out when I need to....

But yesterday was terrible. Daddies went to Albeturky for the eye doctor and were gone for four hours. Which is OK. I've been alone guarding the house for longer. When they got home, I was happy. Then daddy Leon had to go to work for an hour on his day off and daddy Frank took me for a walk in the arroyo.

When daddy Leon got back, they said "OK, let's get going."

I was ready. I'm always ready.

But they said, "No, Benni, you've got to stay home."

No way, I was thinking, no way.

Daddy Frank put some food in my bowl, and, before I knew it, they were gone, Again.

Well, they were gone for HOURS. I thought they would never come home. It was dark, except for a light in the living room. They didn't even leave the TV on, like they usually do. So I was bored.

I started snooping around. There was this Christmas bag near the front door. I sniffed. A stuffed toy. A white fluffy dog, like my friend Wilson who lives up the street, but who I haven't seen for a month or more. I think the Christmas bag was for Wilson, but he never took it, so it must be for me.

I sniffed some more. Oh, a box that doesn't smell like anything. Oh, a plastic bag that smells like my favorite crackers. Hmmm.

Well, temptation won out.

When daddies got home after SEVEN hours, boy was I excited to see them. My tail was wagging me and I squealed like a pig.

Then daddies saw the evidence. Christmas bag on the floor, plastic bag torn up. No crackers. Fuzzy dog toy on the floor. Too bad I wasn't more careful and didn't put everything back where it was.

"Benni, what's this?" Daddy Frank asked, as if he didn't know. "Leon, come look what our boy did while we were gone."

"That bag has been sitting there since Christmas and he's never touched it when we've been gone. That's not like him."

"Well, he's not getting any bedtime biscuits tonight."

Daddies were not happy, but they didn't scold me too much. We went to bed. I did not get my bedtime crackers.

In the morning I hopped on daddies' bed and got some lovin' and made sorry face.

I tried to explain. "What if you guys didn't come back for a long time. Or never came back. I was already starving. I had to keep up my strength, you know."

I think they understood. They laughed and scratched under my neck and scruffed my head and ears. That's love.





Sunday, December 24, 2017

Santa's Elves - Dogs and Cats with Human Hands Making Toys - Freshpet

I love this! Merry Christmas to all my friends...doggies and peoples.












Wednesday, December 20, 2017

A Day In The Life Of A Weimador

So, after my one hour morning walk, I pretty much lounge all day except when I get up to bark. I have to bark whenever another doggie walks his person down the street. Or when UPSguy is around. Or sometimes just because I like to.

Later, when Daddy Frank goes to get the mail at the mail room, I get excited because either we walk there OR, if we drive there even better. Because I keep my special tough rubber balls in the car. Then we go to the town green and play catch.

When the grass is good and green I like to roll in it.

Otherwise we just play catch...Daddy throws, I catch. When Daddy gets ready to throw the other ball, he says "drop" and I drop the ball I caught and go for ball number two. We do this for a while.

When I get tired, I get both balls in my mouth and head for the car.

When I'm done, I'm done.

 







Back home I wait for Daddy Leon to get home from work.


Some dog peed on this tire.
I bet it was Cash, the German Shepherd across the street.
If someone is snacking in the living room I zero in and give my best sad puppy face...until I get a bite. It almost always works!

I have a good life. 
Maybe Daddy Leon will light a fire in the fireplace tonight.


Thursday, September 28, 2017

California Dreamin' Or How I Got To The Doggie Beach

Here are some pictures of me and my daddies on vacation.

But mostly pictures of me.

We went to California to the beach. I love the beach. I love to swim. And I would love to retrieve sticks from way out in the water and then swim back with the waves.

It was a very long drive to California. When we used to live in Connecticut didn't take that long to get to the beach. We got there the same day. But this time it took us lots of days.

We had to stop with the camper and stay overnight in different places. One day we went to see some big logs that were turned into stone.

I was looking for some sticks that were turned into stone. But daddy said even if I found a stick that was turned into stone and he threw it in the water it would sink. So that would not be any fun at all.
There's Got To Be A Petrified Stick Here Somewhere

Then we drove to some Colorado River to camp for the night. That was fun because I got to swim the river and I had to swim hard to get back to the shore. But the sticks there were lousy. 
Colorado River
The next morning we left there and kept on driving.

Anyhows, the first thing we did after we set up camp in California was to go to the doggie beach.

Oh my Dawg! Was I excited! As soon as we drove down the street to where the beach was I saw the water.

Oh my Dawg! Oh my Dawg! I was squealing and could not wait to get out of the truck.

Daddies took for ever to get all their stuff and let me out. Then we walked down to the beach and I was on a leash. I was jumping and squealing and finally got unhooked and set free on the beach.

I was squealing and jumping and running around in circles looking back at my daddies to make sure that they were coming with me down to the water.

Daddy Frank found a stick and said it was because I was a lucky dog. It was the only stick on the whole entire beach. He threw it into the water and I went swimming after it so that I can bring it back and do it again and again and again.

I could fetch sticks from the water all day long.


A Roll In The Sand Is Icing On The Cake






We went to a couple of other beaches that we're not dog beaches. I had fun there too, but I like the doggie beach best.

At one of the other beaches the park ranger came and yelled at daddies to put me on a leash.



After that it was no fun. So I just lay down under the truck in the shade and took a nap. We didn't go back to the beach again.

A Seal Was Dead. It Was Sad.
Before We Got Yelled At

And I liked hiking up the big sand dunes near where we were camping in the trailer.





Other doggies liked the sand dunes too.







California Squirrels Are Small But Curious
We did shopping in California. Which is where you walk up and down the streets and my daddies go inside of shops but don't buy anything.

In P-town they do that but there are lots more doggies in P-town and while I'm waiting outside people come up to me and say how handsome I am. California was a little bit boring. Except for the doggie beach.

I knew it was the last day at the beach when my daddies started packing up and putting everything away. Then we got into the truck and we drove a long time.

It was pretty boring except for Lake Havasu where I got to swim. And take rocks out of the lake.


We parked our camper right next to the water. It was very hot there. My daddies did not like the noisy motor boats that were speeding around the lake until 2 o'clock in the morning. So then we got the truck and drove some more for a long time.

We did some camping at some ghost town where I got to walk around and go shopping. There were no ghosts there but there were a lot of souvenir shops. There was a gourmet doggie bakery. But we didn't buy anything. It was pretty boring. Then we got in the truck and drove some more.

When we got home I was happy. But I was also sad.

Because at home I go for a walk in the morning and then we just hang around the house all day long usually. Sometimes we do something fun later. Sometimes we play ball down at the town green. Sometimes we go down to the lake but not so much. And there are no waves at the lake.

We had so much fun at the beach.

Anyhows that's how I spent my summer vacation.