Kids will be Kids

It’s always fun to go somewhere new with our humans.  Last weekend we went to Cambria which is a very long way away.  Our humans wanted to take the motorized dog carrier with no roof.  I like riding in it on short adventures when you can put your nose in the air and enjoy all the wonderful smells but for long trips it’s a little cramped, not aided by Tobermory constantly wriggling, trying to stand on his head and whining “are we there yet”.

Thankfully, Mummy needs regular feeding so we stopped half way at a place called Fernwood Resort to stretch our legs and do a bit of sniffing.  It's pretty cool.  There are lots of really tall trees which humans like to sleep under in little fabric kennels.  There's a human feeding station that served our humans a bread Frisbee with cheese and chicken on it which they seemed to be particularly happy with.  We did try a little and I have to admit, it was pretty tasty.

Usually when we go on adventures, we stay in big kennels for displaced humans and have to keep them on leashes when we leave our room.   This was different.  The kennel was smaller but we weren’t confined to our room and our humans didn’t have their food brought to them on tables with wheels.  They cooked pieces of cow on a box with fire and squashed potatoes in a big pot.  We of course helped to clear up.
 
The best part was that our friend Truman and his humans were there too.  He brought his cousins, Gucci and Zoe.  They’re really small and come from a land where humans wear big round hats and eat food with lots of beans in it.  Security isn’t their big thing, but they are very good at sitting on humans to hold them down.

Of course, when you get a couple of kids like Tobermory and Truman together who insist on playing extreme wrestling, there’s always some kind of damage.  Usually, something in one our kennels is the casualty, but this time it was one of Truman’s teeth.  I told them that if they kept head butting each other with full force there would be tears.  Maybe they’ll listen to a little adult wisdom next time.

Talisker

Giants vs Cardinals

I think you all know that at this time of year humans get very serious about playing fetch which I find really quite amusing when you consider how inept they are at it.

 

There are a bunch of giants in San Francisco who are particularly keen on playing fetch.  Last night they won a very important game which I feel was more than a little one sided.  Their opposition were cardinals.  Am I the only one who thinks that it is unfair to expect a load of red birds to have any chance of winning when pitted against super-sized humans?

 

Talisker

Dead Heading

Some of the green things in our garden have brightly colored bits on the ends.  It’s really fun to grab them and pull them off, but Mummy gets really angry with me when I do it.

 

Today I caught Mummy pulling the ends off the plants.  She says it’s called dead heading and is really important because then the green things get more colored bits.  If it’s so important, I don’t understand why she gets so angry with me when I do it.  I think Mummy’s just trying to save all the fun for herself.

Tobermory

The Three Amigos

The Three Amigos gallop into sight through the dust clouds of the plains, ready to thwart the invasion planned by killer squirrels threatening to change the human world as they know it …

OK, so I let my imagination run away with me.  We were just spending Saturday hanging out with Truman at his kennel while our humans were at our doctor's pairing ceremony.  However, I believe that given the opportunity we could make an awesome trio of super-canines, ridding the world of evil.

Talisker

Mascots

Having turned one human year, Tobermory is now mature enough to take on more of my security detail at this kennel.  He can sometimes be a little too diligent at warning about potential threats, but overall has taken his studies seriously so deserves to be given a little more responsibility.

Our humans are part of a big group of other humans, many from far away lands, who like to help those less fortunate than they are.  Every two human years they take it in turn to visit each other’s lands and this year they all gathered in San Francisco.  It’s very important to make those who don’t have kennels here feel welcome, so our humans offered to spend a couple of days introducing them to some of their favorite falling over juice kennels in Napa and Sonoma.  It’s a good time of year to visit because there’s lots to look at.  This is when all the little bunches of round things jump off their plants and climb into big machines that squeeze out the juice that goes into big barrels before magically turning into falling over juice.  Trefethen is a really old falling over juice kennel so our guests got to see a really old squeezing machine.

Since we are now splitting our security duties, I thought we should spend our newly acquired spare time helping out.  Sometimes, when all these humans get together, they wear big red body covers with white crosses on them.  Having always felt that we should be respectful when acting as ambassadors for our land, Mummy was kind enough to make us scarves to blend in with them.  One of Daddy’s friends said we were their “mascots.”  I’ve never been a mascot before but it would appear the job entails a lot of human herding.   They are particularly disobedient when removed from their usual environment so trying to get them onto large motorized multiple human carriers is really quite tiring work.  We were really very relieved when we arrived at Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars and several humans took on the job of herding the humans so that we could take a nap.  This must be a popular place to rest as Mummy found a couple of bears sleeping on some falling over juice containers.  They were obviously taking a break from human herding too.

I have to admit that being a mascot is quite fun for a short time, but I think I will keep my regular job as Chief of Security.

Talisker