Whisky Dog Adventures Illustrated - The Swim Fur Edition

Brando, Fur Mate of the month on the Swim Fur Dogwalk and demonstrating good duck retrieval form.

Tobermory asks for a few tips before taking the duck retrieval plunge himself while Brando and Talisker shout encouragement from the sidelines.

Tobermory returns the favor by enlisting Talisker's help to introduce Brando to the art of synchronized frisbee swimming.

Talisker finishes the show, modeling the season's Wet Fur look.

 Photography & Captioning by Mummy

Being Thankful

Today is Thanksgiving.  I always thought it had something to do with a really big chicken.  I like chicken so being able to eat a really big one is definitely something to be thankful for.  Talisker says he used to think the same but has now learnt that it is a day when you have to think of things that you're thankful for, other than chicken.  So, here are a couple of things I’m thankful for.

I’m thankful for my big brother, Talisker.  He’s taught me everything I know about taking care of humans and how to protect a kennel properly.  I know I get a little over enthusiastic sometimes, but he’s very patient with me.

A few weeks ago, Daddy started howling every time we touched him.  Mummy said a piece of his back had fallen out because he spent many human years jumping off the sides of big hills covered in white slippy stuff.  Earlier this week, she took him away very early in the morning in the motorized dog carrier.  When she brought Daddy back, he was very sleepy but didn’t howl when we wagged our tails against him.  She said he’d been mended.  He says he’ll be able to take us for long walks again soon, but now we are just happy we can cuddle him again when he’s under his bird fir.  So, I have to say that the thing I am most thankful for today is that Daddy has been mended.

Tobermory

Why does Talisker get to do all the fun stuff?

I’m feeling left out.  Today Mummy took us for a ride in her motorized dog carrier to a kennel near us that I don’t know.  There were lots of other dogs going in and out of it with their humans.  There was a long table inside with four humans sitting behind it playing with writing boxes and talking boxes.  One of them told us to sit.  Two female humans wearing blue pajamas came out of a door and asked us to follow them to a room with lots of cushions and a platform that looked like the one in our kennel that Mummy runs on without going anywhere.

This is where I started to be ignored.  The humans in the pajamas invited Talisker to lie down on a big dog bed and then rubbed his leg while they gave him chicken.  They then played games with him while I stood on cushions and gave him even more treats.  They did at least give me a couple.

If that wasn’t bad enough, Talisker then got into a glass tank that filled with water and got to play in it while I had to watch.  Everyone knows that I love to play in water.  Having a sore leg is no reason to get to do all the fun stuff.

Tobermory

Causing Stress

The evil black bags took Daddy away last week on a flying metal tube.  Sometimes he goes away for just one night but he was away for a whole week and left us to take care of Mummy all on our own.  Talisker didn't seem to take this seriously.  He said Daddy used to go away a lot when he was young.  He has to do it to earn the green stuff that buys dog biscuits.  He told me to relax because Mummy would be just fine, but I don’t like it.  It’s very important to keep the pack together.  If I’m going to become head of security one day, the humans have to understand this.  I made sure that I barked at everything that walked past our kennel and slept on top of Mummy so she understood my level of commitment to the job.  It really isn't nice to put me through this kind of stress.

Tobermory

Size Matters

Everyone knows that I am partial to a good game of fetch and I don’t have a lot of regard for the human ability to play the game.  However, there are a group of human Giants from San Francisco who seem to have really got the game nailed, although they call it baseball.  I don’t understand the reason for giving it a fancyname.  After all, fetching a ball is fetching a ball.

2 years ago they won against a bunch of Cardinals which really was not too surprising.  After all, birds really are no match for Giants.  This year they played against Royals from Kansas.  I don’t know much about Royals from there, but I know that the Royals in the United Kingdom where our humans come from are renowned for their sports ability.  I assume that all Royals are related so the Kansas ones are probably equally talented.  The Giants had their work cut out for them.  It took them over a week, but right at the end they came out as the victors tonight.  Hey, they’re Giants.  Obviously size does matter.

Talisker

Olive, the Dancing Queen

Our friend, Truman has a new little sister called Olive.  Tobermory and I have been trying to work out what her role in their kennel is.  She isn’t very big so obviously won’t be helping with security.  However, she seems to excel in her ability to entertain humans, with dancing being her specialty for which she has quite a talent.  Who would have thought you could persuade a floor cleaning snake to be a dancing partner.

Talisker

Ball-Napping

My favorite ball has gone missing.  Some time ago, Daddy hid it under a sofa cushion so I thought it was still there and needed to be rescued.   I had to throw all the cushions off and move all the pieces around just in case it had fallen between them.  The ball wasn’t there.

There are a lot of dogs in this neighborhood and I think it’s been ball-napped by one of them.  I checked the dog food closet and there are plenty of dog biscuits so I’m ready for the ransom demand.

Tobermory