Happy Holidays Woof!

Happy Woofing Holidays.

Really people, do you have to do this kind of thing to us?

Please, don't shame us like this. We give you unconditional love... isn't that enough?

Resolution 2009 - find and hide all dog costumes. You hear me, my kinfolk?

Look at my face. Says it all, doesn't it?

Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!

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Snow Dog

Is there anything better than sticking your snout in snow? Eating snow on the run is pretty good too...

Here in the Northeast, we dogs rock with the changing seasons. We dig more from fall to spring, because WE CAN! There are leaves and snow separating us from the precious ground, so we get a pass on the "No dig!" command.

Anytime I can shove my face into something soft and get a big whiff is a good time. Snout in snow makes me sneeze - love that. And gobbling snow on the run is just another pleasure I can't pass up. On a winter walk, the air is dry, so I hydrate. It's what great athletes do :)

One caveat - if your dog is older and eats snow obsessively, you might want to make a trip to the V-E-T (I have to spell it for those sensitive dogs out there.) It could be a sign of a health problem.

But if your dog is just as quirky, and dare I say, lovable as I am, Let them eat snow!


Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!



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Poop Run

Woo-hoo!

One of my favorite things, just like Oprah.

When I get to do the number 2, I run fast and proud after it's done. For dogs, dropping the dookie is an accomplishment. We've usually waited very patiently for you to get us where we need to go!

I don't know about my colleagues that are usually on a leash - they can't really make the hard and fast poop run afterward. Do me a favor, if you get the chance to let them safely off leash, see if I'm not telling it like it is...

Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!

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In the Doghouse

The humans are so angry.

I can't help myself... I'm a dirty dog.

Me and A-Dog have been out running for the past couple weeks. She takes me places where I can run free (as long as no one is there), because I run too fast for her. When she's holding the leash, I need to summon all my patience to "run" at her pace. She lets me off when the coast is clear and we each do our own thing. That's where I run into trouble.

As I've mentioned, dogs like things that smell. We don't make a good or bad judgment about the smell; it's just smell. I lose my mind a little in the presence of decomposition. You can snap me out of almost anything with the promise of a treat, but not when I smell poor little mousy, three days gone. I get a smell, then a smear, and if I'm really lucky, a roll. That's when the shouting starts. It's usually my name and NO! and COME NOW! This is my third mouse in as many weeks, so the words coming out of A-Dog's mouth were a bit different. She was speaking so fast and loudly that all I heard was "gonna kick your barking a**!"

Needless to say, that didn't happen. I got a bath and a fresh collar (the smear is always on my neck, like a fine perfume) and a lot of attitude from A-Dog. I'm acting as contrite as possible, but it looks like no ears rubs in my future.

So why? Why do we rub ourselves in death with such passion? The ancient instinct to mark our discovery to the pack is one theory. Masking our odor for hunting is another. Whatever the reason, I don't think about doing it. I just do. And I only remember that I'm not supposed to do it, until after it's done.

What can you take away from this? Either accept it as natural dog behavior or keep me on the leash and run faster. Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!



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Fall in Connecticut

Yes, my readers, I live in the Northeast of the US, where the leaves are falling, election signs remain in neighborhoods and it's chocolate season. I could rant about how dogs can't eat chocolate for this entire post, but I'll move on to topic.

Leaves, leaves, leaves! Dogs love leaves! We can hide our stuff in them and dig, dig, dig.

My people rake them into piles. they might as well put a bullseye right in the middle, because I can't resist. Any toy or stick I have goes right in the center. I bury my head in there and it's like a narcotic. I forget where I am - I am nose and paws and nothing else. Maybe a little ears too, because I hear A-Dog call my name from far away. Buzzkill.

So, my advice is to just let it go. How many times a year do us dogs really get to enjoy a big pile of diggable, organic matter? I hear Shoes and A-Dog laugh at me in the way I know I can keep it up. But my canine friends, keep your ears pricked for that inevitable change to impatience. We always outlast those humans. Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!



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Stinky Dog Blog

That's what A-Dog and Shoes-on-the-Floor have been saying. Almost every time I'm near them, it's "OMG, you smell!" Let me shed (ha ha - dog pun) some light on the topic from down here in doggydom.

First of all, the smell doesn't bother my nose. I love when things smell bad. Why do you think I rub my neck on that dead squirrel on the ground? I put my nose right up the droppings of my friends just to check them out, pee on it and smell it again. So, all the fussing about my smell, falls on deaf doggie ears.

I have heard at the vet (THE scariest place) that a healthy dog shouldn't smell. Here's what you do: bathe me. Radical, I know, but it should work. And please, use something that doesn't have a lot of chemicals. I lick myself over and over again, so whatever you use, I will be sampling it.

If I still smell, then it could be a bunch of different things. My diet may need adjusting. I suggest more meat and some more meat. Or I've heard about glands on the backside having problems. But every self-respecting dog should be able to maintain those for you. Otherwise, you've got an attention-seeker on your hands. Check my teeth, ears, coat, bark bark bark (that's blah blah blah for dogs)... it's gotta be something. You're the human - you figure it out.

I'm gonna go stick my head inside a shoe. There's plenty to choose from on the floor in this house. Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!




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Woof!

Welcome to my first post.

I'm Scout the dog, also known as "Scooter;" "Princess Click-Click;" "Good Girl;" and "Hey!" among other names. I share my home with Shoes on the Floor, A-Dog, Little Feet and Preemie Feet. I'm kind of a country dog - don't really get along with my leash. But Shoes on the Floor (let's call him Shoes for short, as my paws get tired from typing) and A-Dog usually find places to take me that don't technically require a leash.

That's a little bit about me. I've started this blog to share some inside information from the dog world. Hope it helps you and your humans!

A-Dog and Shoes sometimes call me "The HugBuster." When they get lovey and hug, I like to insert myself between them. They usually laugh when I do this, so of course, I'm going to do it every time. And I do it why? Well, this is not a Hug Bust in my eyes, this IS how I hug. Dogs don't like traditional human hugs, but we love affection, and this my way to hug them. I'm glad they like it, even if they don't understand it.

Here endeth the doggie lesson - woof!




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