Oma said I could write another dog blog post for her because she is pupped pooped out from helping Mom and Dad paint and renovate their new house AND from moving some stuff from her place over to their storage building every day. (Oma says she will be living real close to me soon, at the Bowserlands!!!) So anyways, here goes…
Oma is trying to get the perfect picture of her, Mommy and me. Mommy’s hair has got the zoomies.Mommy’s hair is calmed down but Oma says I am not showing my best side. I don’t get it. I am perfect from all sides.Oma says this isn’t perfect but will have to do. I am happy because I want to get down and explore.This is Daddy. He says he is used to having big dogs only. You can see I am working on him. Plus I AM a big dog. I don’t know why humans can’t see that. I weigh 10 pounds now.
There are 2 more humans in my life now. Daddy’s two other pups are here for the summer. So I have lots of people to play with me even when the grown ups are busy with their renovating/moving/painting. Life is good. I hope you have lots of playmates too.
Rock on, (I don’t know what this means but Oma says I have to say it)
Recently, one of our daily pup-exhausting fun adventures took us to Roberts Memorial Provincial Park, near Bowser’s current home (and my future home!). One thing you may not know about Bowser – he has these contemplative moments (when not sleeping or in action dog mode) where he likes to just sit down and absorb whatever is going on around him. Something about this walk really brought out this side of him…or maybe he just wanted me to pick him up and carry him around 🤷♀️. Who knows? This is the Zen of Dogs…😄
It’s about a 1 km walk through the woods to get to the shore. With plenty of stops to take in the beauty of this walk. Bowser wanted you to see the Inukshuk-type rock formation some creative soul built.At the shore. On one of the many sandstone ledges. The unique circular formations are caused by salt crystals. Click here for a past post featuring more wonderful sandstone formations at another nearby park.Enjoying some soft grass after exploring the rocky shore and playing in the water.Gazing out to the sea, pondering the meaning of life…or when the next meal is. Reader’s choice as what is going on in his little peanut of a brain! 🤣“Relax, do nothing…and just be.” Bowser practicing this mantra.Enjoying some cuddle time with my little buddy.Our zen moment over, Bowser looks expectantly at me to provide the next adventure.
After another 1 km walk back through the forest to get to the car, we headed to Bowser’s home for some snacks and a rest.
Mission accomplished! That’s what I call “dog-tired” 🤣
We hope your weekend is going great, and you have plenty of time for contemplation…
In a somewhat vain attempt to burn off an abundance of puppy energy, we are trying to plan an adventure a day, when Bowser is in my care. It also helps with socialization, which is very important if you want a friendly dog who is open and confident when faced with new people, dogs, and situations. So far I have learned that Bowser is a bit of a “party dog” in that he wants to be wherever other adults, kids and dogs are hanging out. He doesn’t understand that dogs are not allowed on many of Vancouver Island’s beaches during the summer months not that this stops some people. We are staying on the right side of the community by-laws and exploring the parts of the shore where dogs are not verboten.
Ready for adventure!Taking in the view at Piper’s Lagoon ParkNo stick too big for this guy!Except maybe this one. Ah well, we tried…Feathers are easier to carry around.Bowser loves beachcombing. At the shore in Ladysmith.He also loves climbing the rocks.And posing in front of Ladysmith Harbour.It’s kinda lonely at the dog park though, when you are the only dog there. Thankfully we met a couple of nice ones on the trail that day.It’s fun to explore fresh water too. Bowz likes it at the local creek.
Hope your weekend is going well, you are hanging with friends and family, and get to carry around some nice sticks (or feathers).
Lest you think, gentle readers, that the grand puppy is some sort of cuddly angelic being that sleeps all the time (after last week’s post)…I bring you Bowser in the ON POSITION. Here is what immediately happens upon waking up from a nap. It starts off slowly but then inevitably builds up to crazy attack dog mode.
Oh boy, here we go…time to distract with a chew toy.This works for a bit. Puppy teeth are sharp and puppies don’t always know how to be gentle.
We go outside and play “fetch” to burn off some puppy energy.
Bowz loves to chew the fetch toy when he’s tired of fetch.He loves squeaky things. Including Oma, when he bites at her toes.He pulls the socks right off my toes. Actually, I sacrifice my socks to save my toes.
When he gets really frisky we play Tug of War.
But even that isn’t enough to stop him from going after my legs and hands in a frenzy of play. The more I push him away or scold him, the better he likes it. Bowser thinks Oma just likes to play rough and he is always happy to up the ante.
How to survive with skin and clothes intact until Bowser’s parents come home????
Hey, wait a minute…I’ve got an idea!
Behold: THE THUNDERDOME
One can only hope…
You can’t reach my extremities now!I WILL WEAR YOU OUT.Surely, he’ll get tired soon…right? RIGHT????
Then I had an idea!
Safe and comfy on my lawnchair, inside THE THUNDERDOME.“Hey, Oma! When you gonna come out and play with me some more?” Hehehehe…
My phone is rapidly filling up with photos of Mr. Adorable aka Bowser aka my grand-doggy so what’s a blogger to do? Create a weekly photo dump post of some of my adventures in dog-sitting, I suppose! I’ll start out with a post of the pup in his quieter, non-bitey non-crazy mode: THE NAP. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that 😁.
Here’s the progression of a nap from the week before last:
Here’s how it started.And here’s how it ended.
Another day, another nap:
Now that the weather has finally heated up and we’re a bit older, this is the preferred nap strategy:
I am on high alert, waiting for Bowser to roll off the couch. My other grand-dog (back in Ontario) broke a front leg when just a pup by leaping off a couch, and I don’t want a repeat. No rest for Oma!This seems marginally safer…This started out as a stretch, but then he just stayed that way. Weirdo.The head must hang off the end of the couch, always.
Hey Humans! Oma said I could write on her thing called a blog, so I guess that makes this a dog blog or a pup post or something like that. I want to tell you about my exciting day today! Last week I discovered something very interesting under a big leafy plant Oma called a hosta…Oma said the very interesting thing I found was a worm. I had so much fun throwing it around and chewing on it that I’ve been on the hunt for more ever since. And today I hit the jackpot!
Not only did I find a worm, but it was dead! Oh boy, oh boy…what a day! What a time I had with my worm!
This is my precious the worm I found. Isn’t it great? It smells so good I just can’t get enough of it.I had to roll and roll and roll all over it.Part of it was still in the ground. I had so much fun pulling it out so I could chew it and throw it around and roll on it some more.Best Day Ever! Amiright???Just a dog and his worm…the good life!This is a picture of Oma watching me play with my worm. I bet she wishes she had one too. She looks kinda jealous to me.
Maybe next time I should share my worm with Oma? What do you think?
Rock (and roll…all over your worm, if you get one) on,
I have a new grand doggy in my life. Bowser is an 8 week old Miniature Schnauzer puppy. He was named after the first Vancouver Island community his new Mom and Dad moved to. Plus it’s gotta be because it rhymes with schnauzer, doncha think? I am looking in on him during the day, while his parents go to work to keep him in toys and treats. Here’s a few words (and pictures) from His Royal Cuteness:
I am trying hard to be a goodest boy. Oma says I am a work in progress.I love my new bed but……not as much as I love Oma’s lap.Oma says she feels trapped but I know she loves it.I love being outside too. Oma is always nearby to make sure I don’t get snatched up by an eagle or owl.So many sticks and fir cones to chew on. Oma says bite these, not her please.I am getting so good at walkies.I walk best with my tongue out, just a little bit.Walkies can be tiring. Oma says good!
