Deer season starts tomorrow, and the Headmaster says that we need to be careful the next couple of weeks when we go out to the land.  I can almost see how someone could mistake Seamus for a deer - he's about as big and is sort of brown  - but how could anyone mistake an eight pound white dog for a deer?  Come on folk, read the hunters handbook and be sure of your target before you pull the trigger.  Jus' sayin'.

Momma and Dori came  here for a while (Dori stayed, Momma bopped in and out).  I really wanted to go with them when they left, but the Headmaster told me that I couldn't just share Dori's travel case and it would cost a bunch for me to go.  What is this "cost" dogs don't do $$.

Dori came to visit.  Photos coming!!

The Headmaster decided that I needed to clean up my act, so he bought some bleach pads to clean away the tear stains from my face.  I don't really care about tear stains, but people seem to think that a white dog should be white without any red stains. We will see who wins this one.

Not fair

I was out at the shop today (big dogs go to the shop) and was running with my pal Seamus. I was really cookin', but he still kept ahead of me.  Duh, he is about 5 times my size.  There should be points for trying.  (I still think I won.)

Momma's in Vienna.  Now, I know about Vienna, but I have no idea how Momma can be in a little can of sausages.  They sure are yummy though, so I can see why she would want to be there.

The Headmaster and the Professor went on something called an MS ride today and then took all of the dogs out to the shop.  I had a great time chasing Seamus around, even though he is big and kind of a klutz and runs into me a lot.  I've learned to roll when I hit the ground and get up without missing a step.

I've also learned how to jump int the truck - the front, not the back.  It's awfully high compared to Momma's Mazda, and I can't see where I am jumping, so it was a bit scary.  I learned that if you jump to the floor and then to the seat it's easier and not as scary.

It's been a busy afternoon - time for a bit of a nap before dinner.

Big Dogs

Big dogs ride in the back of the truck.  Jus' sayin'. Pictures coming.

As promised:

Broccoli

Who knew.  We went out to the land today in a downpour to feed the chickens and take care of the few remaining greenhouse plants.  I had a great time running in the rain with Seamus and Ryeleigh, got my ration of dog treats and jumped in the truck for the ride home.  Then it happened. 

The Headmaster had cut some shoots from the broccoli plants on the back porch - they are about done too, so is was time to cut them back. He put them in a box and put the box on the seat with me.  Well, what does a dog do when something ii in range?  He eats it, of course.  I grabbed a piece of broccoli and chowed down.  IT WAS GREAT, no matter what George H.W. Bush says.  I went back several times and ate about half of the broccoli we had.  Better than dog treats.

I may become a vegetarian (whatever that is).

Sit, stay, beg

Thats what we are working on now.  Don't tell the Headmaster, but I already know sit and stay is just a long sit.  Beg is a little weird and I think I might pretend that I don't understand even after I do. Who wants to beg?

Face Time

We called Momma and Dori today using Face Time (kind of like Skype, but Mac to Mac).  It's almost like being there in person.  I'll make the Headmaster post pictures next time.

End of Week 1

Here is is the end of the first week of Fall term at the Academy and it hasn't been too bad - so far.  I've gotten to know "the Chickens" but they aren't as much fun as they would be if I could really chase them. I've also spent a lot of time with the Headmaster walking around town - he says I need to learn to walk on a leash, but he doesn't seem to understand that dogs naturally go left and right and around in circles and stop every five feet and pee on everything that any other dog has ever peed on - ever - and sniff bird poop and roll in yucky stuff.  He thinks I should "heel" and walk quickly and with purpose.  I suppose that's okay when you are trying to get somewhere quickly but why would I want to get somewhere quickly.

It's 90 degrees with a heat index of 100 right now, so it's too hot to do much outside. We fed the chickens and came right back home to sit in the shade, but everyone is still panting like crazy and drinking water every five minutes.

Oh, I've also learned about treats.  The Headmaster jeeps a jar at the shop - where the chickens live - and after we are done feeding the chickens and watering the plants we all get a biscuit thingie before we come home.  Leia and I have the responsibility of reminding the Headmaster about the treats when he starts acting like it's time to leave.  Leia doesn't always go with us though, so it probably going to be my job to make sure the treats don't get forgotten.  The HM is a little flakey, you know.  

First Day of School

Well, sort of.  The Headmaster and the Professor seem to have something called "real jobs" in addition to running the dog school. Something about needing money to pay the bills and buy food. Whatever. Anyway, today was the first day of school at something called the University so they left us alone all day to do dog things.  I acquired a cool blanket - stolen from Leia - which I dragged out into the middle of the hallway.  That way I can sleep and still see everything that is going on.  I also learned about something called chewies.  Seamus (the big one who is not so awfully bright) loves to carry around chewies, but forgets about them and leaves them where I can snatch them and run off to hide them in small places.  Poor guy comes back later looking for them and is completely befuddled that they aren't where he left them.  Of course it's an all day job for me to eat one, so I can't keep taking them forever - eventually I'll run out of places to hide them.

I have to cut this short as the Old Guy, umm Headmaster, says it's time for P.E.  I think that means we have to go for a walk, and I hope I get to go with Ryeleigh, 'cause he is most fun.

Ciao bella.

PS:  PE was two laps around town, the first with Ryeleigh and the second with Seamus and Leia. Boy, am I tired.  Now some guy named Dexter has come to visit.  He's cute but big.

Clarion Academy

My mom is moving to California and I'm living at boarding school for the year until she can get setteld and find us a place to live.  The Headmaster (really just the Old Guy, but he insists on being called the Headmaster) says we have to write home and I don't have any money for postage stamps, so I figured this blog was free and would be a good way for me to tell mom and anyone else who cares about my adventures.

 Mom wanted me to be around more boys, so she sent me off to this place called Clarion Academy - kind of like Hogwarts but without any of the cool stuff.  It's a boys only school (except for Leia, the daughter of The Professor (really just That Woman, but she insists) and some cats, but who cares about cats.  The older boys are Zeke (why he hasn't graduated yet I don't know), Ryeleigh, the smart one, who knows all the angles), and Seamus, who is nice but not the brightest light on the tree if you know what I mean.

The old guy - err, Headmaster - says we have a lot to learn this year, things like "sit", "stay", "heel", "roll over", but Ryeleigh says mostly you can just ignore the lessons and as long as you don't eat too many shoes and things you will still get a treat when it's time to come home from camp (whatever camp is).

All in all, it doesn't seem like too bad a place.  I can hang here for a while.