Humans Finally Got It Right!
So I was pawing through the internet when I came across this little video about dogs. I have to say, it kind of made me mist up a little to realize that humans finally get us. The video speaks for itself. Woof!
Happy Birthday Pancakes | Pet Pen Pals
Yesterday was another birthday for Roux & me. Can you believe it? It has been eight years since we came into mom & dad’s life and well, pretty much overtook it. Yes, we own them but shhhhh, don’t let them know. They like to think they own us. We let them have their pipe dream!
Anyway mom and dad took us on a long walk in the subdivision this morning and then when we returned, mom made us birthday pancakes. Woof woof! Yeah.
There are certain sounds we know and these are what we heard this morning to indicate pancakes. The sounds of a mixer and the clank of the griddle being placed on the counter. The tick, tick of the griddle as it is heating up. SMACK! Oh, sorry, that was an involuntary smack as I recount the fun and anticipation form this morning.
Anyway, so there was a little mishap with the pancake batter dispenser. It kind of fell off the counter and well…. we like pancake batter when it’s cooked or not. Roux wasn’t as lucky as I was because she was splattered with the toppling dispenser.
While mom and dad were busy on clean up duty, we cleaned up the floor where most of the batter fell. It also went on the counter, the refrigerator, etc. We told them not to worry, we had the floor and were “handling it.”
Clean up done, mom put on the cakes. Sniff, sniff, sniff. Can you smell the cakes? Mmmmmmm, we were in heaven waiting for the cakes to cook. Oooo, I can hear them sizzle. Well, not really but it makes for a good story doesn’t it? So finally, they were done and mom let them cool enough so we could have them.
Bellies full we decided to take a nap. Long walks and pancakes are such a nice way to spend a Saturday morning.
Woof woof!
B
Let It Sneaux! | Pet Pen Pals
Brrrr! Can you say cold in Texas. Well today in Houston, it was extremely cold. And Basenjis are not the cold weather kind of doggies. Nope. We much prefer the sun and heat of summer.
Since we do not get to choose the weather, we had to deal with it. And it snowed here today. Wet, cold, snow. Even though it was the first experience for Roux and I, we were not too excited to step into our backyard with all this white stuff littering our potty spot. To make make matters worse, mom decided we should take a quick walk down to the gazebo in the neighborhood to see how much of this stuff collected there.
Of course, dad had his camera out trying to get our attention while we were pawing our way through the stuff. We didn’t really give him much attention. C’mon, that cold wet stuff was sticking in between our toes and he saying “Boudreaux, look this way.” Really!
Anyway, he did catch a few shots. If you live in the Houston area, hope you got a chance to see it and play in it while it lasted. Woof!
Have A Goal
I have a Page a Day Dog Calendar on my desk at work and each day it is nice to have a fresh new doggie face stare at me during my work day. This week my calendar had an Anonymous quote that I think is very goos for all to ponder. This is it.
My goal in life is to be as good a person as my dog already thinks I am.
— Anonymous
Now that IS a goal to have.
Kevin
The Beach is NOT for Basenjis
If you’ve read Boudreaux’s post (if not, scroll on down) about how “great” the beach was in Surfside, Texas, you have to realize that it is pure propaganda. The beach is not for basenjis! Basenjis are from Africa where there is heat but not all that water, especially water that smells funny. I didn’t like the icky wet sand either; not only was it hot to walk on (we are in Texas in the middle of August), it got all stuck up in my foot pads making it necessary to step in the stinky water just to get it off. Yuck! Besides that, there is no grass at the beach. I had to go potty while there and could not find a proper spot for such delicate business. I ended up pottying in some kind of dune bush that only resembled grass in that it was green.
We walked a little way down the beach and Mom kept encouraging me to get in that stinky water. I whined and whined and kept pulling to get back in the truck. Mom finally gave in and let me go back. I really do not understand why you humans like the beach. Give me my grass-filled back yard and my dry, warm snuggle ball in my air conditioned home and I’m in basenji heaven.
