Thinking Out Loud

Dogs just don’t get it.

At least when it comes to going for a walk, with your camera, hoping for the opportunity to get some pictures of the ducks, beavers, and gophers we saw in Happy Valley the other day. Yeah, Yeah it’s not lions and tigers and elephants, but it still wildlife, and you gotta start somewhere.

Two days ago, the fact that there were all sorts of animals around us was absolutely no concern to Bandit. “We won’t bother them, they won’t bother us.” “Why are we stopping? It’s just some birds on the water.” “Come over here if you want something interesting. I found something that smells really bad. Do you want to roll on it first, or can I?” “Hey look at this – somebody left a candy bar wrapper right here!” Read the rest of this entry »

I’m taking a break from raking dog poo off the lawn.

My dog only does his business on my lawn. There’s a nice park across the street where we play frisbee, but under no circumstances does he consider it the proper place to poop, and he will actually stop playing mid-stride to run home.

The other day, this happened. Bandit grabbed the frisbee, took off running to the yard. “Gotta go,” I thought to myself. “What’s wrong with all this lovely dead brown grass here? The other dogs do it here!” Read the rest of this entry »