Lambiedog

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!

Shooting the shit with Petey

A brave man

 

 The other morning I spent a while barking at a guy I met at the bluffs.

            

    He didn't seem to understand the danger that he was in.  If I had been him, I would have been scared of me.

However, this guy seemed armed with a surfeit of patience. 

    Eventually his waiting game paid off, and he disarmed even the toughest dog on the bluff.

 

    Me.

Shy Abby

Abby is a dog who is even more timid than I am.  

 As soon as she met me she lay down prostrate -- perhaps a response to my overbearing personality?

 But I pursued her.

 

I'm determined to befriend her.

Hard to miss

  

 

    Recently a woman has been coming to the bluff and letting her dog roam free while ignoring his defecation.  

    Yesterday Winnie and Trudie's owner addressed the matter with her.  He pointed out that everyone on the bluff had seen her dog poop a few minutes before, and that if she was going to bring the dog to the bluff she needed to take responsibility for cleaning up its excrement.

    In a breathtakingly original variant on 'I didn't inhale,' the woman responded that, although she had seen her dog squat, she hadn't seen anything come out of him.   

    But then, apparently newly mindful that we were holding her accountable, she rose to the occasion, walked over and picked up the poop.

    We have standards at the bluff.