In the category “Cool Hot Summer Fun”, we went to see the liquid stuff again. This time at a “Pet Prepared Hurricane Party”. The doggie pool was open for all. Why? Maybe to make sure we can swim away from a hurricane? I would think a boat would be faster though.
How it tastes
A somewhat wet Ms. Z. but not from the pool
The liquid was contained in a doughnut-shaped fishbowl. No, there were no edible doughnuts nor fish sticks. That was a bit of a bummer. My Leg-O-Meter showed the fishbowl was less than 0.5 B-legs (lgs) deep. The deeper side got tested by one of my new buddies. It seemed more than 1.5 B-lgs deep; in my book that means trouble. All smart captains know that it’s wise to steer away from troubled waters. Especially since I didn’t see a bridge and both Simon & Garfunkel were MIA. Besides, even a bridge might mean trouble as you need enough clearance for the mast before attempting to sail underneath it. Well, unless you can put the mast down and that might put you in a whole ‘nother ball game. Since we didn’t have any balls, that wasn’t an option either.
Ms. Zulu accompanied me this time; after all, we both have to be hurricane prepared. She didn’t want to spoil her hairdo and decided to work on her tan while lounging around the pool.
Wishing you smooth sailing in untroubled waters,
I thought it was best to get all the wet stuff behind me, so here is the inevitable POOL note. If you ever do decide to go to the pool and in the sun, you can now take doggie sunscreen with you. Isn’t that something? And yes, we can get a sunburn too. I get one much more easily than Ms. Zulu with her thick undercoat. Be careful of the chlorine too, see Pet MD.
I don’t have a problem ingesting too much of the pool chemicals. As I’ve said before and I do want to reiterate this: I don’t like to swim! There you have it black on white. Let’s hope this will be remembered by those who need to be in the know.
Do you remember this photo from October last year? There was a reason that I was not in the photo.
No, still not in the water, even with a tennis ball, just saying
And nope, a small pool doesn’t change anything
Higher authorities finally gave up and our doggie pool now sits in Adonis’ yard. That’s a much better place, don’t you think?
Ms. Zulu found a more natural pool; still looks too wet to me
Better be safe than sorry and keep your fur away from the wet stuff,
OK, I tried to postpone this watery post as long as possible for reasons that you are probably well aware of by now. However, higher authorities ruled differently and I was bound to get WET as part of the Cool Hot Summer Fun series. Yes, you read that right. Don’t get me wrong, I do love to DRINK water. However, do not soak me in the stuff. It’s wasteful you know. And it certainly isn’t fun.
There are many ways to get wet and all are bad: in the bathtub (not a good idea for the interior of your bathtub; I do have nails), a pool (are you nuts, I would drown!), on a wet towel (ok this one isn’t too bad), … Anyhowls, you get my drift. The other day headquarters decided that we had to try something else. Ms. Zulu and I both love to drink from a hose, so the thinking was that we would enjoy playing under a lawn sprinkler. Hmmm, in what kind of universe does that not totally soak you?
Of course Ms. Zulu and I are always a good sport so we did try this new game. The first attempt was with a spray nozzle attached to a water hose. The nozzle was quite rude. He was quick to point the finger, or whatever part it was, at us. I’m happy to report that the end score was: Spray Nozzle 00 – Benji 11. I even stayed dry and got all the treats. Ms. Zulu didn’t stay completely dry but she didn’t get wet to the bone either. Nor did she get any treats now I come to think of it. She can have some of my treats. Oh, I guess I inhaled them all. Well, I’m sure there are more wherever they came from. Look in the pantry.
Ms. Zulu got a bit wet and was still smiling
Since both Ms. Zulu and I didn’t really seem to cool down from this game, some more serious looking equipment was pulled out of the shed-with-one-hundred-and- thousand-plus-tools and a real sprinkler was attached to the hose. I will give you an update on that later.
In the meantime stay dry,
We have been back for a week now and are finally getting around to saying hi to everyone. So, HELLO to you and 2017! The humans went on a big trip to New Zealand, more on that on Anarette’s blog. Ms. Zulu and I couldn’t go with them. At first, I was a bit disappointed, but it was explained to us that we had to travel in a crate for 1.5 days and then had to go in doggy quarantine for at least 10 days. It sounded a lot like a prison. So thanks, but no thanks.
Anyways, Ms. Zulu and I stayed in a fabulous resort too. It even had a swimming pool. I don’t care much for the pool though as you already found out. So what did we do? Well, Ms. Zulu snoozed a lot and I played pretty much all day. I played with everyone. Big dogs, small dogs, white, black, yellow, really, it doesn’t matter to me. I would have played with kitties or others too, but they don’t have them at the doggy resort that I stayed at. And of course, I played fetch with the humans. I even lost weight, so HM has put me on a diet with extra treats. I don’t even have to dig into my own treat account for that. And I am allowed to eat more kibble; life can’t get better than this. Of course, I share some with Ms. Zulu too.
Once we got home from our vacation, we went for a walk in our neighborhood. Ms. Zulu and I had a lot of catching up to do. Lots of creatures left messages for us in the forest. Ms. Zulu is more into world politics, you know territorial disputes and such. At times she even seemed pissed. Not me, I am more interested in local social affairs and what everyone has to offer (yes, I can be bribed for the right amount of pinecones and such). You can imagine that it takes awhile before we are back to business as usual. We are still not completely caught up as the replies take contemplation, concentration, and dedication.
Wishing you happy wanderings in 2017, and a pinecone or two,
I went to THE POOL. It is a once-a-year event, where only doggies can be in the pool. Obviously, it was my first time. M tried to get me in the water, but as you can see clearly in the second photo, it was a no entry zone. I am a stickler for the rules, so I stayed out of that big wet tub. Besides, I am really not a water dog. I know, I am supposed to be part retriever, but still I don’t see the fun in getting wet. I did have fun with the tennis balls, but did not really understand why they were all in the water where you couldn’t get to them. Humans, they are weird sometimes.
Lots has happened since the interview with Dougy and Andy; it is hard to keep track. I think we can divide what has happened into three basic categories: PLAY, EAT, and SLEEP.
I went sailing a couple of weeks ago. This was the third time on the boat; I think I am getting the hang of it. There were dolphins, waterbirds, and more dolphins. It was tiresome, so I took a big nap. I learned that ducks swim, so once I got home I taught Ducky to swim. It didn’t seem to work well. I think he needs a bigger pool. I finished the day redecorating my bedroom. You know, moving the bed and food bowl to the other side etc. I do that about once or twice a day. Needless to say, I was tired as a dog in the end.
I also started puppy class; it is fun, all I have to do is look at
Anarette and I will get FOOD! It could not get any easier. I love food games, especially the puzzles where food is hidden in toys that I can take apart, pull on or move so that food magically appears. Needless to say, I continue to grow and now weigh 24.6 lbs. Oh yeah, and I get to play with other doggies a lot. Ms. Zulu is still not allowed to play much, but we get to do our sit-ups together. I also came face to face with a cat. I have to say I like them. But then again, I like anyone who wants to play.
Anarette tells me to wish everyone Happy Holidays. Not sure what that means, but I probably will find out sooner or later. Maybe it has something to do with all the lights that are on at night.
Happy playing, eating, and sleeping,