Big Trip Stow-A-Way

The Big Guy recently took a trip out west.

Big Bend country was the destination

I managed to stow-a-way and tagged along

for all the great adventures

As soon as we were west of San Antonio

the Big Guy turned into ................

El Viejo

Audrey's husband Mike was able

to make the trip this year.

I think Mike enjoyed meeting John Wells

the proprietor of The Field Lab

Ribeyes and peach cobbler were on the menu

for supper at the Field Lab

A good time was had by all


Sure was cold out there in the desert though.....

Got down to 25 that night

Almost got discovered once...........

Of course it was when they

were cooking breakfast.

....Had to do my kangaroo rat impersonation

in order to avoid detection.

All in all it was a great trip!

Can't wait till next year!

Hope I get to tag along again

Hey guys!

Wait up for me!

Hound Hibernation

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Zoology . to spend the winter in close quarters in a dormant condition, as bears and certain other animals. Compare estivate.

2.

to withdraw or be in seclusion; retire.

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to winter in a place with a milder climate: Each winter finds us hibernating in Florida.

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Princess Missy Fritz......The Queen of Hibernation

Little Rascal......The Pillow Prince

Duchess Dixie DoLittle
As the days grow shorter and the nights colder, we find the elusive House Hounds seeking out a place of warmth and solitude. Once a suitable spot is found, it will not be abandoned except for a quick trip to the pee pad or a rendezvous with the ever dependable food dish. Contrary to the hibernation habits of other North American mammals, such as the grizzly bear, House Hounds will feed throughout the cold dark days of the winter months. In fact, House Hounds have been known to consume massive quantities of food as they while away their time in hibernation.

Tune in next week when we discuss House Hounds and why it takes so long to find just the right spot to defecate in the yard.



 

Room Service Please

   Finally!.....They moved my bed away from Dixie and Rascal and  put it beside their bed in the master bedroom! That's where I belong! A place of honor there among the peeps! Yep.....that's where I belong! That's where I have been longing to be ever since I got here. I shouldn't have to bed down with the common hounds in another room!
That's all I ask....Course....I never even realized I was one of "them" until I got here. I need to slowly transition. I should be slowly transitioning.......I am not human.......I am not human..........
I know I'm not in "Kansas" any more.....Just need time........just need time ..........the healing wonder of time..........Must not dwell on the past!.....Must go forward!.....I AM NOT HUMAN!.....I am a DOG!....A mere dog......I eat dog food.....not hamburgers and such....
   But wait! Am I not I a princess dog?...........Yeah, I know I am! I must be! .....Oh Jasper........Fetch my Pee Pad Please..........Oh and could you fluff my pillow a bit there under my belly?........Yeah.....that's the spot.....scratch back there by my tail while you're at it.......I can't reach there you know. Maybe you could serve that dog food on a China platter,  and pour my water in a silver bowl........ sorry......................what the................what?......................Oh no!.............................I guess I dozed off there for a second.....Must have been dreaming again.
  Yep ......there's Rascal charging out the back door chasing another squirrel and Dixie is snoring under her blanket again. There's the same ole dog food in the same ole plastic dish by the tub and the same ole cold tile floor under my belly.....................Ya know.........reality can really be a bitch sometimes. At least for tonight though, I'm sleeping in the bedroom...............Life can be good ...................if you just don't try to over think it!..........Hey could I get some chicken wings in here?....with a little Bar B Que sauce..........maybe?

"You Dirty Rat"

I believe it was Edward G Robinson that once muttered that line.......I'm pretty sure he didn't have Rascal in mind when he said it way back when.....       He's persistent ...........I'll give him that!........One and a half hours at the wood pile paid off in a big way for Rascal this afternoon. .......The big guy had to finally go over and help him by moving about 15 pieces of wood. Personally I don't think spending one and a half hours chasing a rat in the wood pile is worth the effort. I was curled up in a bunch of blankets taking a nap while all this was going on. Time well spent I might add.
Oh well.........................................Whatever wags your tail I guess.

                                         Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

Laurel and Hardy

Laurel and Hardy!

I realize a lot of people out there have probably never heard of these guys, but Dixie and I have been compared to them, none the less....



Personally I don't see the resemblance!

I don't have a mustache and I don't wear a top hat!