And it’s March; how did that happen?! We had several outings. The one that jumps out is Sky’s first sailing lesson.
I remember my first sailing lesson, eons ago. Beginnings can be a bit rough but Sky was like a rock according to the trainers I pawsonally hired for him. Pretty soon he will be ready to be my first mate. Can’t wait to go sailing with him and head for the skies.
Finding my sea legs
Come sail away come sail away
Come sail away with me
Finally, we are getting to the visit of the prison puppy. I wasn’t always invited to the outings but I did get to play and hang out with him. A seven-month-old pup can be exhausting and I got tired already after only two days of fun. The pup was here for a week so you can imagine that I had to sleep and sleep after he was gone. I can tell you, those pups can play! I wonder if I played that much when I was a youngin. Hmm, someone nods yes; I just can’t imagine it.
At the firestation
So what did the puppy do when he was at our place? Well, he got to go shopping, he went to a fire station where he met real firefighters, and sniffed out firetrucks and ambulances. I showed him some of my favorite places near the water. Of course, I told him to always keep his feet dry. No dog should ever get wet.
Keep your head cool and your feet dry,
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,
Yep, there is
and it’s thundering
That’s no good
Let’s take a nap
I tried to tell M that the sprinkler bath (see Cool Hot Summer Fun 3A and B) wasn’t such a good idea. The day after we had living proof. The upper Dogs were so upset that it started raining cats and dogs. At least we were able to get home from the veterinarian’s office without floating away fur-ever.
The vet visit went fine, thanks for asking. We only needed some routine injections; no big deal. Although I did get the new H3N2 Dog Flu vaccine because I’m out and about so much. For more information on the virus, check this NPR link. And if you’re afraid that us animals can make you sick, no worries just look at this NY Times article. They report that animals help improve your immune system. Isn’t that great?!
At home, Ms. Zulu and I watched the rain and thunder for a bit and then decided to just crawl back in bed and sleep for a long, long time.
Some days it’s better to just go back to bed and dream about playing in the field,
As promised an update on our wet affair. Rule number 1: avoid the wet affair at all cost. Rule number 2: if you can’t, make them pay with lots of yummies. All woofing aside, the wet affair turned out to be a lot cooler than anticipated. I may even like this game. But never tell anyone. The yummies may stop coming. And we don’t want that to happen, ever.
“Wait here”, you said?
Yep, that’s wet
My second photo can be in the dry right?
Love and woofs,
Ms. Zulu and Benji
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,
After our guest left, we are trying to get back on track with some sort of routine. So here is another video for you from when I was just 14 weeks old and went canoeing. Canoeing is always fun! Feeling the wind on my face, my ears flopping…, just heaven. One warning though, you have to stay on top of things. I know I am part Retriever, but that doesn’t mean I should get my paws wet either. After all, I have a standard to keep up. As a therapy dog I should be presentable at all times, so no ragged wet mop look for me.
Stay dry and don’t rock the boat, Benji
Me, after my bath
Dorn, I thought I had dodged the bullet, but no, no such luck. What happened? Well, the other day I had what I thought was a great field day. You know exploring the forest and getting up to snuff with the latest and greatest. There were lots of new perfumes that I had to try out. It helps to get rid of the weird smells that the humans put on me and the ladies seem to like it. So, I had just taken a nice stroll, hmm roll, in the forest when mom pulled me aside for THE sniff test a.k.a. the S-test. This test is not to be taken lightly and involves several steps that you have to pass before you are cleared to continue your business as usual. I have written down the steps so that you are all forewarned:
Step 1. The first step consists of a good sniff over. It is a 50-50 chance that I pass this test as mom’s sniffing capabilities are not the greatest. Ms. Zulu sometimes messes up here because if she starts sniffing me in unusual places, mom is on Code Red Alert (CRA). CRA means business or immediately go to step three. However, if I pass the S-test I am safe and I can go to the last step. If the S-test is inconclusive or directs the tester to some wonderful forest perfumes (for some reason humans call these the smells of death), I have to endure step two.
Step 2. For step two, white doggie wipes are being pulled out. My goodness, do they have to be used everywhere?! If the plastic gloves come out at this point you might as well give up and put all paws in the air because this means in human terms that you are too dirty to be touched. If the white wipes stay white while I am wiped all over, I am probably good. If the wipes show some, and I mean really some MINISCULE speck of dirt, then I am basically screwed and we immediately end up in the next step. If the second step is inconclusive we also go to step three. So basically I can’t win here.
Step 3. Step three is the bath of shame, where I am washed with shampoo all over AND that means I get WET everywhere!!!!!*
Step 4. Step four is the good part and can show up right after the second step or during the third one. If I behave well I get lots of treats. I have conquered this step really well and make sure that this step is never forgotten. P.S.: I have a secret weapon that works like a charm: always put on your most pitiful face while you make it look like you are really trying your best to endure this horrible, horrible act and I guarantee you that you will get more treats than you probably deserve.
* No, no pictures of me in the bathroom in my birthday suit here. After all, this a decent site.
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.
This is a photo of my big sister, ain’t she a beauty? The photo was taken in December 2014. Ms. Zulu looks real regal, doesn’t she? She was also adopted from a local animal shelter. That was a long time ago; she is already 10!