Lambiedog

Under the table

    When my family plays chase with me, my favorite place to run to is under the table.  I have a competitive advantage there.  

     I love to hang out and wait for my loved ones to come and find me.

    Then we have a joyful reunion.

 

Material dog

    I try to keep it in check, but every now and then the shopaholic in me is compelled to cut loose.

Gothic tale

It was late in a hitherto uneventful afternoon.

   A shrill sound split the air at a pitch audible only to dogs and to humans age 24 and younger.

    
   Suddenly, computer and TV monitors were swarmed by images of scary men in threatening poses.

 

The world placed its hopes in the only individual who could combat evil of this magnitude.

Wearing his lucky ID tag, he set out to vanquish the enemies unknown. 

Willy on a quest

    I was enjoying myself on a walk the other day, when I heard some commotion over at Willy's house.  I ran across the street to see what was up.      

 My friend was not looking his finest.

   It transpired that he had found a very interesting smell to pursue, at significant cost to his good grooming.

    He invited to check into the scene myself, so I did.  But frankly it was a bit too raw for me --not my sort of vibe.

 So, while Willy returned to his labors, I visited with Kim.  It occurred to me that she might give me one of her famously delicious dog treats.

She did.

Haiku

 

Ambushed by water

I may forgive, won't forget

The trees click their tongues.  

The Saint Bernards are back!

 When I went out to the bluffs yesterday afternoon I was happy to see some familiar faces. 

 Iseley, Portia and Romeo are friends who travel together in a small red Ford Festiva. 

   

They are very sweet animals.  

Iseley is the biggest,  and was the boss for a while, although now Portia is finding her power.  

     Romeo is the one who has problems with his legs.  In the past couple of months he's had to have two surgeries. Because of that, the three of them didn't come to the bluffs for a while.  

    Even now, Romeo is still taking it easy.  He stays on the leash so as not to overdo it.  I'm not sure he's going to ever fully recover.

Whatever -- we're all happy that the St. Bernards are back.

    They provide a general Shane Battier-esque positive energy for our group at the bluffs, while at the same time shining individually as well as one-on-one.

         

A different approach to the dog walk

When you come down to it, each dog has his own definition of la dolce vita.

 

A baroque interlude

    So, everyone wants to know where I've been.  

    I've been right here.  Resting.

  
 

    Thomas came home, so I haven't needed to update my status as regularly.   And he's been using the camera so there haven't been as many Lambie photo ops.  

    And I've needed the respite so that I could focus all my psychic energies on curing Andrew Bynum's knee.     

Love and loss

    Harry is a nervous guy who has figured out how to manage his condition:  as long as he has a ball between his teeth, he's OK. 

Even when his owner just wants to take the ball so she can throw it for him, Harry won't give it up without a fight.

       

So you may be able to imagine how Harry's sanity was tested this afternoon, when his ball rolled down the hill, into the brush and out of sight.

His owner took a search party, composed of Harry, Finney and Oliver, down the hill to look for it.  But the ball was truly lost, and finally they had to give up.

 

    Although Harry tried to hold himself together, you could see that he was a broken man.

 

  They went home soon afterwards to find Harry a replacement lovey.

Come back, Caramello

    So Caramello's gone missing.  He went out the door last night and didn't come back.  His family is very worried.

    Gucci and I met at the bluffs to review some theories about Caramello's disappearance.

 

    

    The alternatives are sobering.

    Caramello could have fallen into a gully.

    Or maybe he was kidnapped by a criminal mastermind --  

    In which case he could be hidden anywhere, even under our very noses.

    Eventually, Gucci left to search elsewhere for Caramello.  I continued to sleuth on my own. 

    Come back, Caramello!