White Water Wednesday

Trashy Thoughts Thursday

 

Park Ranger Pooch

Bein's that next weekend is Memorial Day weekend, many two leggers will be flockin' to the local state parks for picnicin', swimmin' and hikin'. I took it upon myself to make sure my favorite park - Cowan's Gap, was ready to take on the masses.

As we pulled into the parkin' lot early yesterday mornin', I announced to everyone within earshot and then some that I was on duty and inspection was about to begin.

Paddle boats ....

....are lookin' good to go. ✔

Rescue equipment and safety signs are in place; such as this "Swim at your own risk" sign - because not all 2 leggers are as good at swimmin' as I am. ✔

Courtesy signs had been placed throughout the park askin' for guests to pick up after their pooch ~ 'cuz nobody wants to step in dawgie-doo-do, myself included. ✔

I left no stone or leaf unturned to make sure the trail was in good shape....

....and the water fountains are in workin' order. ✔

Halfway around the lake, I ran into another ranger. We quickly compared notes and then moved on. No time for play today.

Last but not least, I did a quality assurance check-up with guests as they finished their meal and offered to assist with leftovers clean-up. ✔ and double ✔ ✔

Speakin' of ✔'s, check this out - Grandma Hoover decided to make an appearance! She's gettin' up in years but I think she's still quite a looker. Can you see the family resemblance?

Bein' the feisty old dawg that she is, she let my superiors know how she felt about me havin' to work so hard, especially on a Sunday.

It's no wonder I act the way I do - attitude seems to run in the family.

Well, I hope you at least were able to get out and enjoy the weekend and didn't spend all your time workin'. Let's just keep our paws crossed that this work week doesn't take it's good ol' time checkin' outta town.

Chester ;0=)

Mountain Hoodlum

Hey Weekend...........ready or not, here I come!!!!

Actually, what you're lookin' at is just me bein'

Big and Brown in the mountains LAST weekend.

This is how it all got started:

I watched as my PUs loaded up everythin' but the kitchen sink.

(2 leggers sure do require a lotta stuff just for an

afternoon in the mountains.)

I began to forge the trail as soon as

the door opened.

Soon we came across this sign.

I pretended that I couldn't read it but let me just say,

"Yeah, right."

♫♫ Critters to the left of me.....

critters to the right.....♫♫

and here I am, stuck here in the middle

with this bump on a log.

Dad saw what he thought might be coyote tracks

so I thought I'd let a pee mail. That way he'd know

Big Brown was in his 'hood.

Lots and lots of runnin'....

sure makes a dawg thirsty....

and tired.....

so we headed for home,

but not before takin' a walk across the big ice cube.

I was hopin' Dad might lose his footin' and

allow me to walk pull him over to watch the hockey game.

As usual, I was not allowed to meet and greet

each and every 2 legger that came into my sight.

It was a little slippery, as you can see by my skid mark.

That pretty much sums it up, other than

a good time was had by all.

Now that we have skidded into another weekend ~

I hope you have a lot of fun loaded up in your 'hood!

Chester ;0=)

Warnin' Wednesday

Weekend Warrior

The weekend started out uneventful but turned out to be chock full of "Firsts". Some were good, some not so much. Let me explain:

Right before bedtime on Saturday night, I had my first encounter with a new stranger in the neighborhood and I decided to be sociable. I found out that he had a offensive air about him and I quickly returned home.

I guess his foulness rubbed off on me because Dad insisted that I spend the night in my kennel. This was my first ever camp out! The fun quickly wore off because it was not nearly as nice as my big boy bed inside, but I didn't think it would be wise to complain. I crawled into my doghouse with my blankies and didn't voice my displeasure even once durin' the night.

Sunday brought my first ever mornin' bath. Apparently I didn't get as close to that stranger as my PUs originally thought but a bath was still necessary so that I could experience our first 2010 breakfast in the mountains. I arrived smellin' all fresh and I was lookin' fine in my Big Brown suit, even if I do say so myself.

Water + mountains = FUN 

Supervisin' the cooks is hard work but it does put me

in a great position to get first crack at fresh fallin' samples.

If I had refused to take that early mornin' bath, not only would I have missed breakfast but I would have also missed my first swim of the season.

Unfortunately, the spring sun has not warmed the water to it's summer temperatures yet and it gave me my first ever case of limber tail. This is one first I coulda done without. Thank goodness that Mom had heard of this before otherwise she mighta freaked when she saw the odd angle at which I held my tail when makin' a deposit in the yard. 


I was so tired but I the pain kept gettin' worse and I couldn't get comfy. Mom then opened a bottle she had bought awhile ago for emergencies and gave me my first ever baby aspirin. That helped a lot and I was finally able to relax and go to sleep. In most cases, dawgs who experience this condition will recover but there is a small percentage where the tail is affected permanently. All prayers gratefully accepted that I get my wag back. 

Monday's here and I see that your tail isn't flyin' so high today either.

My prognosis is that it will keep gettin' better each day and by Friday

your tail will be waggin' again too!

Chester ;0=)