Green Grass -- The Feel of It, The Taste of It

I have a confession to make. I'm a grazer. Yes, I love to eat green grass. I don't need the fiber, my tummy's not upset, I just love the taste of all that roughage. With spring finally here, there's no shortage of green, leafy stuff in our yard.

After I tank up, I'm ready for a good romp around the farm. Here I'm checking the perimeter in case a chicken flew over the fence. I don't allow chickens in the yard. I shoo them right back where they came from.

Then I indulge in a good roaching. Man, I love the smell of all that fresh grass when I roll in it.

My Boy and I like to play DogBall. I don't always understand the rules of the game, but whatever makes him laugh is fun for me, too.

Glynn wastes no time and starts running right out the door. She's a serious runner, I tell you. It's like she's packing the most speed into every moment out in the yard. Go, Glynn!

Cap prefers a more sedate pace around the grass. He likes to do a lot of sniffing. Not sure what he's looking for, but he sniffs the place over good. Sometimes he finds a misplaced squeakie toy.

Here comes Glynn again! Her ears flap up and down, and she has a big smile on her face.

Being outside in the green grass always makes us very happy dogs! We've waited all winter for this.

A friend once told us, "You can either have a pretty yard full of flowers, or you can have dogs. I choose dogs". We agree!

~Tell

Dodgedog and Other Fun Games

My Boy and I were just sitting around yesterday when suddenly, out of the blue, he gave me a shove! Now, what did I do to deserve that, I wondered? So I pounced on him, and we began to wrestle. We wrestled and growled so much we got tossed outside, but that was alright. There's nothing I like better than a good, ol' rough-and-tumble scramble with My Boy. First we played Dodgedog. That's sorta like dodgeball, but we use a dog instead of a ball. Then we played Throw-The-Ball-Not-Really-Fool-The-Dog. I don't understand that game but it makes My Boy laugh alot. Then we finished with a game of Choke-The-Dog-'Til-His-Tongue-Hangs-Out. That's where I get rolled upside down, my tummy rubbed, and my neck choked while I wiggle and squirm my way rightside up. All this was great fun and we finally had to stop when it got dark outside.

If you don't have a Boy of your own, try to borrow one for an hour or two. Or ask Santa for one in your Christmas stocking. Or better yet, come over and join us for an afternoon. I'll pick you for my team!

~Tell

Got Grrr?

It's stopped raining now, but still chilly outdoors. Since we were getting a little bored sitting around the house, Mom took us to the office so she could get some work done after hours. Right away, Cap raided the toy box and pulled out some squeakies. I took the opportunity to show Glynn how to play tug of war. Hey Glynn, like this!

Of course, Cap is not altogether amused that I tried to pull on his chosen squeaky and he let out some terrific grumbles, but held on like a trooper. Not easy for him to do, either, with his smooth mouth, so I went easy on him.

I told Glynn, "Do it like this! You gotta getcha some grrrr, Girl!" You can see Glynn watching and taking notes.

In the end, she did grab a squeaky raccoon and give it a shake. We're making progress with the toys. After that, she played with a piece of paper on the floor. A piece of paper! She just doesn't get it sometimes, but we keep trying.

It was a fun afternoon and we were able to let off a little steam in spite of the cold winter outside. Still, when spring gets here, we may hit the barns and sniff out some real squeakies!

~Tell

Wonderful Fall Weekend

We had a great weekend here. Saturday was Spa Day for us, and we all three got baths and haircuts. Then it was outside for a romp since the weather was so lovely. We got a surprise, too. New toys!

As I reached for my favorite, the tugging toy, Glynn whizzed by and bonked me on the head. Owww!

After a while I quit playing with the tuggy toy and left it laying. That's when Glynn stopped to take a sniff of it, and actually gave it a little shake. She's learning to play a bit at a time. Soon I'll get her to really play tug-of-war with me.

Cap, of course, picked the toy that makes noise. If it squeaks, it's mine, he always tells us.

Cap will guard that squeaky for the next two days like it is a treasured possession. It will take him that long to kill it and get the squeaky out, since the old boy doesn't have many teeth left, but he'll get it field-dressed in the end. After that, he loses interest in the hides, so they get tossed.


I hope the rest of you are enjoying this beautiful fall weather. It's our favorite time of year!
~Tell