The Sunday Schnauzer – Stylin’

I had a close call a couple of weeks ago, where I couldn’t find Bowser’s harness and leash next door when I wanted to take him for a walk. I imagined that it was in my daughter’s car, parked at her work. It wasn’t. Her hubs had hung it up in a different place from it’s proper home usual spot, so I had to make do with his baby leash and a collar.

That prompted me to do some looking around for a harness to keep at my place, so I wouldn’t have to worry about a cancelled walkies anytime in the future. I didn’t need a leash as I had found a really cute (and high quality) one on one of our walks.

It was hanging up in a tree just off the logging road, and we kept walking by it every day. After a full week, I decided whoever lost/left it wasn’t coming back for it so it came home with us. Now my son-in-law is joking that I will be posted on neighbourhood crime watch Facebook page as a leash thief…

Anywhoodles, here is Bowser modelling his new harness:

Somebody be stylin’!
It goes well with the found leash, doncha think? Of course I had to buy my own poop bag purse and poop bags. Don’t want to be caught without those. And yes, Bowser likes to carry this one around in his mouth too. Weirdo.
Bowser took to the new harness like a champ.
Note “grab handle”, so handy for hauling pups outta icy creeks….ahem!
Yeah, I’m talking about you, Bowzie.

And in case you were wondering about me in all my sartorial splendour on that rainy walk?

Well, at least the dog looks put together!

Have a wonderful weekend everyone, what’s left of it!

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Like A Dog And His You-Know-What

Bowser has a bone that he stole found that was gifted to him by our across-the-street neighbours and their dogs. Well, perhaps not willingly by the dogs…I dunno. There is not much left to this bone but Bowser seems pleased nonetheless.

It seems to bring him much comfort.
There might even be a little flavour left in it.
He just likes to hold it in his mouth sometimes.
Or just between his front paws.
Bowser and his bone – adorbs!

We hope you are spending time with something/someone you love this weekend.

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – A Quandary

I was busy doing something (probably haus-frauing) in my place and Bowser was playing outside with one of his new favourite squeaky toys when suddenly he started barking and would not stop. Now, he usually barks once or twice when he sees something he feels should be noticed (and I usually take no notice as I am wise to the Ways of the Schnauzer) but this was unusual.

I took a look outside and this is what I saw:

Bowser, in flinging Mr. Squeaky Chicken around, had gotten him stuck in the wisteria bush.
Soon he was dancing madly around, in an attempt to free the toy.
He even tried biting the wisteria, in an attempt to get it to LET GO OF MR. SQUEAKY CHICKEN.

Of course, before going out to free Mr. Squeaky Chicken and relieve Bowser of his misery I HAD to take pictures of all this drama.

After all, it was much more amusing than haus-frauing 😉.

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – I Like Big Boots And I Cannot Lie

Mommy and I came over to visit Oma using the back yard entrance, and her boots were within reach. Time to switch into Evil Villain mode!!!

I am wearing my Good Puppy disguise, to throw people off. Look at my innocent face.
Not innocent for long! Also, does this boot make my butt look big?
Must pick up boot…
…And carry it to my top secret Evil Villain lair.
In order to complete my mission!
That is to extract the insole to destroy chew on.

Alas, my mission was interrupted when Mommy reclaimed her boot from my lair.

‘Til next time, Mommy! Bwahahaha!

Rock on, and happy 2023!

The Evil Villain Bowz 🐾

The Sunday Schnauzer – It Started Out Fine…

We had another big snow dump this past week. It wasn’t safe to drive, but it was perfectly safe to go for a walk in the woods. Or so I thought…

Bowser leads the way, as usual.
Having fun exploring.
Rosehips brought some delightful colour to our walk.

There was a lot of snow tasting going on.
I decided to join in the fun. And wisely decided only to taste the snow before it hit the ground.
It was so beautiful out, we walked all the way down to the channel coming off of Haslam Creek.
Bowser exploring the creek edge.
I had just taken this picture when IT happened.

Bowser either tried to walk on the very thin ice or fell off of the bank into the channel! He was completely submerged for the longest millisecond of my life. Then he popped back up and tried to grab onto a nearby branch that was in the water although even further from land. Meanwhile I ran like a rocket to his location and coaxed him back to the bank, whereupon I grabbed him by the harness and hauled him back onto land. All the while agonizing how I was going to get this dog back home without him turning into a pupsicle in this -8 degrees C weather. (Obviously no pictures were taken of all this drama.)

Turns out I had nothing to fear. Bowser’s instincts kicked in and I was treated to the “snow zoomies”.

Snow Zoomies: running and diving and rolling into the snow to get warm and somewhat dry.
Zoomies over, we were back to running, jumping and exploring all the way back home. Like nothing ever happened. Huh! What about that?!
He never even shivered once. What a dog!

I doubt future walks will find us near the creek, for the time being! Bowser got over his dunking in no time at all, but I am still traumatized recovering.

Good Yule, Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah! However and wherever you celebrate, hug your loved ones (and stay away from icy creeks).

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Oma’s Daybed

Bowser loves the daybed in the TV/studio/guest/everything room in my new place (still under construction). He loves to lean back in the pillows and look out the window for passers-by, cats, and other assorted ne’er do wells.

Hmmmm…the neighbourhood SEEMS secure, but you never know…
How about joining me for a nap, Oma? I’m tired from all the hard work of being a watchdog.
I can’t hold out much longer, Oma. Please hurry.
Just checking that you are for sure planted on this here dog bed daybed.
OK, now I can rest.

We hope you are having a restful weekend!

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Dashing Through the Snow

Like a one-dog open sleigh…that was our Bowser the day after the snowfall, when someone had run a truck or quad through the logging roads we like to frequent on our walks. I had already shared these photos on social media, but not everyone follows me there. I hope you don’t mind seeing them again, if you already have seen them.

Stay on the nicely packed down tire ruts? No way, Oma!
Bowser coming back from exploring under the trees.
Just look at me go!
I can do this, Oma!
This is so much fun, Oma! Why don’t you try it?
And I’m baaaaack!

We hope you are enjoying whatever weather you have been given, this weekend.

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Snowstorm Aftermath

This week we had a big dump of snow, which paralyzed the island. But it didn’t stop Bowser! Or did it?

Hmmm…can I do this?
I’m gonna try, Oma!
Valiantly trying to break trail.
But this is our usual route, Oma!
Doesn’t look any better in this direction.
I guess we’ll turn around if you say so, Oma.

We hope you are having fun (in the snow or otherwise) this weekend.

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Mommy’s Little Devil

My daughter shared these pictures of Bowser getting up to no good this week.

Oh crap! What are you, a dog or a cat?
Bowser: Why you looking at me like that, Mommy?
Bowser: At least I’m still Daddy’s little angel….My son-in-law, doing his Bo Burnham impression.

Hope you are having a great weekend (and great long Thanksgiving weekend, to my friends in the US)!

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Oma Takes Me to Donna’s House

Oma had to go to Parksville for a haircut grooming, so Donna said to drop me off at her place. Oma told me to be good. I WAS good.

You can see that right away I took charge of the loose slipper situation.
Here I am waiting for Oma and Donna to go for a walk with me. I like to carry my own leash by holding the poop bag purse in my mouth. It makes the humans laugh. I don’t know why. Walkies are serious business!
Donna liked taking pictures of me on the trail.
Donna made this picture of me look so artistic. It was kinda wet out but I didn’t care. I never care about the weather.
Donna wants me to pose but I gots ‘sploring to do!
Oma says Donna captured me doing my Littlest Hobo impression here.

I hope you are as good of a guest as me, when you go visiting. Remember to herd up those loose slippers!

Rock on,

The Bowz 🐾