Here are some photos of Bowser, sleeping the sleep of a dog who cares not that he almost undid hours of knitting while chewing up one of my knitting tools….

Meanwhile, I can lay awake in the middle of night agonizing over something stupid I said or did 30 years ago.

Can I be a dog in my next life?

Rock on,

The WB

Bowser, I hope you are staying out of trouble while I am away in Barbados!

Here is how I am picturing you:

We hope you are snug and warm this weekend,

Rock on,

The WB

I have decided once again, after a decades-long hiatus, to try my hand at sock knitting. My maternal Oma was a fabulous sock knitter and my dad refused to wear any socks not made by her – they were THAT good. I loved the ones she had made for me as well, when I was a teenager. Those socks are all long gone – naturally – except for one last very worn pair that I presciently squirreled away, for some-day inspiration.

But this is Sunday Schnauzer, you are saying to yourself right now – not a knitting blog. What gives?

I was at my daughter’s house (house-sitting with my knitting left on the arm of the couch) when I went into the kitchen to empty the dishwasher. Bowser was snoozing (OR SO I THOUGHT). I returned to the living room to see Bowser, sitting sphinx-like, with something in his front paws.

Then I heard him go “crunch, crunch” at the same time that I realized he was holding my half-finished sock.

Luckily the needle set I was using came with a spare (for just this reason?) so I was able to save the sock and continue on with it. I also found the chomped-off pieces of the wooden needle, so no need to worry that this criminal mastermind scamp was going to have digestive difficulties later on.

As my friend (who I am currently vacationing in Barbados with) likes to say about HER dog – IT’S A GOOD THING YOU’RE CUTE!

Stay out of trouble this weekend.

Rock on,

The WB

My daughter got a “galaxy projector” as one of her Christmas gifts. Of course, we had to pile onto her bed after dinner and try it out. This is how Bowser reacted:

Was it the aurora moving across the ceiling? Was it the stars blinking in and out? Was it the soothing ocean sounds coming from the projector? Was it all of the above? What had entranced Bowser?

We hope you find your bliss* this weekend.

Rock on,

The WB

*speaking of bliss, when this post goes live I will be traveling once again to Barbados. Fingers crossed, all goes well and I don’t have a repeat of last year’s unfortunate travel experience!

We have had an awful lot of rain lately. So much that our formerly placid creek is now a raging river (again – this is a cyclical and natural process). So we have altered some of our routes to avoid any crossings, until things settle down once more. But we still like to walk up to the creek and observe, from a safe distance.

There is one viewpoint that seems to bother Bowser and he has to stare and bark while I take in the scene. And I couldn’t figure out what he was barking at it. Several times we have been there lately, and each time he (usually completely silent on our walks) has to pause, look, and bark. Every time I scan the creek and the opposite bank to see what he is barking at – an animal, another human – what is it?!?!

After the 2nd walk (and barking session) to this particular viewpoint, I think I have it figured out.

I guess he will be barking at it until another high water flow dislodges it and pushes it further down the creek.

We hope you are unbothered this weekend.

Rock on,

The WB

While waiting at my daughter’s house for them to return from the mainland with the grandkids, I was absentmindedly petting Bowser…

…and my hand got tired so I stopped.

We hope you have a relaxing weekend where Weapons of Mass Cuteness do not need to be deployed.

Rock on,

The WB

Just in case you are feeling overwhelmed with holiday preparations, situations, or the assorted craziness/drama/blues that can happen – especially at this time of year – take a couple of minutes to rest your eyes on this little guy.

This has been a Bowser-approved PSA.

Rock on,

The WB

Bowser is becoming more and more of a cuddlebug the more he matures. I’m not complaining – I much prefer this to when he was a velociraptor wild fanged beast puppy. He only had 2 modes then – off and bitey. Remember the Thunderdome Days? Oh boy, I do!

We have apparently entered a new era.

We hope you get some scritches this weekend too.

Rock on,

The WB

My daughter complained that there was not enough Bowser on last week’s post. Probably some of you feel the same way. She sent me many cute photos to use. Here are some of the best!

You’re welcome.

Rock on,

The WB