Golden Brown Afternoon

First and foremost, let me say this:

Happy Friday one and all!

And just let me add a WHOOP! WHOOP!

for good measure.

Anyway, bein' the social dawg that I am, not only do I meander around the streets talkin' to the residents of DogBlogville, I also enjoy spendin' time in FaceBurg. I've met quite a few friends and enjoyed many a good laugh in both locations.

As I opened my FaceBurg mailbox the other day - I got quite a surprise as I saw a note from my furiends, Samantha and Avalon Evans. This is the highly edited version of what it said:

Dearest Chester - We really don't wanna meet your PUs would love to meet you and your PUs but we are really dyin' to meet up and partay with YOU at one of the local hot spots in Gettysburg. Ya see - we've been holed up in this RV travelin' with our PUs for what seems to be forever for a few months now as we've meandered thru all the National Parks and we have ended up in Gettysburg which we know is very close to you. We sincerely hope that you will consider clearin' your schedule so that we can get down - and get - funky visit.

Sammie & Ava

They included their cell number but I will not share that with you - for if'n I did, their phone would not stop ringin'. If'n I know you dawgs like I think I know you dawgs - oncet you see these two beauties you'd be clearnin' your schedule too and tryin' to win their Golden attentions.

All that to say, my appointment book flew outta the window and I told Mom to pack my gear and drive me to Gettysburg. She quickly touched up my 'do with the Furminator and off we went.

A lot of these pics aren't real great, but in defense of the photographer,
it was hard to catch our flurry of furs because we did not stand still for long.

We got to know one better another over drinks. Apparently I had stepped aside

to take a pee when this shot was snapped.

Bein's how Ava is still in her "terrible twos", and I am a Labradork,

we found that we had a lot in common. 

I was also very interested in the girlz' Mom as she served nomalicious

appetizers from the treat bag attached to her hip, but when she announced

that she had a special meal planned for Sammie's birthday - she had my FULL

attention. As she sat down a full course meal of hot dogz swimmin' in bowls of cold water, I forgot everythin' else and dived right in. There was not much

dinner conversation because as you can see, the girlz dived right in beside me.

*If'n you'd like to see the movie version of "Guess Who's Dawg's Comin' to Dinner" click HERE and pull yourself up a seat at the YouTube Theatre.

We also went dancin' for a bit after we ate. Click HERE to see us tearin' up the dance floor.

Bein' quite the showgirl, Ava entertained us

by performin' her froggeh routine.

I think Ava might just have a crush on me. Several times she simply threw

herself at my feet. She's not the first girl to do that, nor will she be the last.

One might think it's easy - but it's actually quite tough - bein' this good lookin'.

*SIGH*

Older sister Sammie looks a bit embarrassed by Ava's

flirtatious behavior - or is she afraid that, bein' the older sister, she will always

hafta catch Ava's crumbs, so to speak?

Speakin' of crumbs, I found out that Sammie has a taste for horse crumbs

and found a couple to nibble on while we visited the horses at the corral.

I did not like the stink-eye that horse was givin' Sammie, so I passed

on the snacks.

Ava watched excitedly as I stick my head into the HUMONGOUS bag of prezzies

that the girlz and their PUs had brought for me. It was filled with: several

nomalicious kinds of treats, a red bouncy animal that resembled a piggeh and

a stuffie that sounded like it had a water bottle stuffed inside. It was great

for crunchin' on. And here I thought it was Sammie's birthday - but I'm the one

that made out like a fat rat!!!

But I did not show up empty-pawed, thank goodness! I brought the girlz a bag

to open too with a few goodies inside.

Here Ava sits beside her new Lobstah water toy and somewhere there was

also a Stingray water toy. He musta been a little camera shy 'cuz I can't find any pics of him.

The afternoon passed quickly and I feel I only scratched the surface

of gettin' to know the California Golden Girlz and their PUs better. It was definitely an afternoon of fun and I will remember our Golden Brown afternoon forever. It was very, very hard to say good-bye. I must admit that I did

consider hi-jackin' Sammie and Ava and their big Dodge Diesel and just drivin' off into the sunset.

Thanks so much again for a beautiful afternoon.

We hope to meet up with you again someday.

♥

Chester ;0=)

Shower of Love

♪♫♪ Sometimes in our lives

We all have pain

We all have sorrow.

But if we are wise

We know that there's

Always tomorrow.

Lean on me, when you're not strong

And I'll be your friend

I'll help you carry on.

For it won't be long

Till I'm gonna need

Somebody to lean on.

You just call on me, brother

When you need a hand -

We all need somebody to lean on. ♪♫♪

I doubt there's anybody who just read the lyrics above who doesn't know the tune that accompanies them. We can give credit to Bill Withers for writin' 'em. I don't know what the man was goin' through when he wrote this classic, but he's right - we all need somebody to lean on when life gets tough. That's the point of my post today. I'm here to be leaned on by a new and distant friend. Even though she may live over 2000 miles away, we have a lot in common - especially our love of the great outdoors. Look! We even share the same moon!

         

K's Mom, KB - is the creator of the blog, Romping and Rolling in the Rockies. This blog is well-known to many of you but only a recent find of my own. I consider it quite a treasure to have sniffed it out! KB and her camera give us spectacular views on what life is like living in the Rocky Mountains - for 2 and 4 legger alike. Amazin' views of mountain sunrises, sunsets and everythin' in between, includin' the not-so-tame critters who's images are captured by her strategically placed wildlife cameras. Oh, and the fun of watchin' K, (I'm sure you noticed that she is a Chocolate LabraBeauty),  and R (her Black LabraCracker brother), frolic in that mountain paradise of theirs often has me whinin'  'cuz I too wanna join in the fun.

Unfortunately, the evil cancer monster (medical term: osteosarcoma) who is no fun at all, has invaded K's leg and she is facin' some very serious health issues. This comin' Friday, February 17th - K hasta go for another round of chemotherapy. She's already had previous treatments and has gone thru them like a trooper. The happy news is that the treatments have been doin' their job on that leg tumor and I can't help but say that I really want news like that to continue!

When I was asked to be a Pillar of Strength, I could only say yes. It's a proven fact that when bein's are faced with health issues, knowin' that you have friends who are cheerin' you on and supportin' ya, it truly helps in the healin' process. If I could, I'd hold K's paw and tell her that everythin' is gonna be alright. Livin' so far apart there is only one thing I can do - and that is to let her know I'm pullin' for her and wanna see her win this battle.

 So K, I hope this endeavor has shown to you that even though you may feel alone, and the future's lookin' a bit foggy, we're all here behind you as Pillars of Strength ~ and that we're showerin' you with all the love we can virtually give. We know you'd do the very same for any of us.

Chester
(& Mom too)

♥

Before and Afterthoughts

With the promise of unseasonably warm weather predicted for this past Saturday, I put my mental telepathy powers to use and tossed the notion into Mom's noggin that a trip to the dawg park was just what this good ol' boy could use. I knew it had taken hold when I heard her say that she was goin' to make a trip to the little out-of-the-way butcher shop that just so happens to be in the same neighborhood as the dawg park. My powers of suggestion might need a little practice; for she did take me to the dawg park, but I had also mentally suggested that I get a snack from the bag of goodies that went into the cooler, which unfortunately did not happen. Oh well, I guess battin' .500 is still nuthin' to sneeze at.

As in most places, when you get a couple warm January days in a row, the frozen tundra turns into a bog of slippery, glorious brown goo called mud. Saturday was no exception as can be seen from the followin' pics.

Yeeee-Hawwwww!

Maxwell showed up a couple minutes later and bein's how we look a whole lotta  alike and both wearin' brown collars to boot, our PUs had trouble knowin' which dawg was which.

Note the little 2 legger's sneakers. They were white when she first got there.

All colors of Labradorks showed up - although the yellow lab was not allowed to stay oncet his PUs saw the condition of the park. I guess they like his yellow labradorkness and wanted to keep him that way.

We quickly collaborated on how we could snap that leash off so he could make a run for it. Alas - they were on to our secret plan and scurried him quickly away.



Didn't they know the drinks were free?

I had to stop for a quick check of my undercarriage ~ just
long enough to make sure my hose wasn't clogged.

My exhaust pipe was good to go also.

Freckles of mud highlight my happy face for the ride home. 

SCREEEEEEEECH!!!

I never gave it a thought to use my mental telepathy powers

to tell her to not stop at the

DOGONNIT!

It's Monday and let this be a lesson to you: when usin' your powers of suggestion this week, make sure not to forget any details.

Chester ;0=)

*For live action video - Click here for Video 1 and here for Video 2.

Wonderful Web of Friends Wednesday

Goin' Postal

For years upon years, dawgs have been gettin' a bad reputation for chasin' postal workers and wantin' to bite 'em.

I'm here to tell ya tha it's all hoggeh-wash! Why would we wanna bite a 2 legger who frequently carries yummy foodables from one furiend's house to another? Obviously we are not chasin' the postal 2 legger ~ we are after what's in his mail pouch.

Because I live out in the rural part of Pennsylvania, our postman does not walk, but drives his car from mailbox to mailbox. This route does not afford me the pleasure of chasin' his 2 legged self down, but that doesn't mean he can't deliver nomalicious goodies on a regular basis. Matter of fact, he did just that last week. The sender of the latest plethora of perfectly palate pleasin' pup treats was none other than one of my best gal pals, Zoe Anne.

This is a picture of the two of us when we met up in Gettysburg earlier this year.

Don't let her diminutive size fool ya - once you get past that shy exterior, she's a wild child with a need for speed - just the way I like my ladiez. If'n you don't believe me, just take a look at her shreddin' some waves earlier this summer.

I bet by now you're wonderin' what my favorite government worker delivered to me, aren't ya? Well, let me show you:

That's right - carob dipped bully sticks and peanut butter biscuits. I could not wait to wrap my jowls around this dawg buffet. But joykiller Mom - thinkin' that I would forget all about them - made me wait a few days. She wanted a bright sunny day so my Chocolatey-carob moment could be captured well in digital format.

Whatever!

What seemed to be years later, Mom told me to "close your eyes, I have a surprise for you." Did she honestly think that I didn't know what she had in her hand? Doesn't she know us dawgs live more by smell than by sight??? Oh well, sumtimes I humor her just for land monuments and giggles.

 

 Finally I get to be alone with this carob covered confection

 

These bully sticks ROCK! Speakin' of things that rock - head on over to Dogs Rock. You'll see some rompin' good dawg fun ~ often with Zoe Anne ahead of Roxie and Xander, her fur-siblings.

MANY THANKS to Zoe Anne and the rest of her pack for usin' the US Postal service to bring me much joy and happiness.

With me eatin' this bully stick, I betchya there's some 2 leggers that are now havin' some hunger pangs of their own. If so, check out a new blog created by one of Mom's friends called "That Do Taste Good". Recipes for yummy foodables is the subject matter of this blog ~ and what's not to love about foodables? She's kinda new to the blog world so stop over and give her a nice warm welcome. Tell her Chester sent ya, she'll know who you're talkin' 'bout.

Aren't you glad it's finally time to be delivered from the confines of the work environment? I'm afraid another workday might have somebody goin' postal ~ and not in a good way.

Chester ;0=)

Infested Waters

Just when I thought it was safe to go into the water....

....a Blue LAND SHARK
terrorized the waters at my GrandPU's house!!!

I sprung into action....

....as he taunted me from afar.

Check out his teeth!

Better yet, check out my face!!!

 

Gotcha!

It's a fish fight to the very end.

Haulin' home the catch of the day.

Shark: it's what's for dinner.

If you plan on doin' any swimmin' on this Fourth of July weekend,

you can now feel safe in knowin' that the waters will be safe for you to play in.

Enjoy!

Chester ;0=)

The rest of the story:

This most wonderful stuffie surprise came from one of my bestest friends, Sweet Sasha. Sharky Malarky (as I have named him) is built to last and the label says it is "The world's Tuff-est soft dog toy". I have set out to prove that claim wrong and am pretty sure I will be havin' a blast while tryin'.

Thank you Sweet Sasha and family! ♥

Oh, just one more thing I have to share with you: soon after I started playin' with Sharky, Mom announced to all my Facebook friends that I just loved my new crocodile. Apparently Mom does not know the difference between a "CRIKEY", and a  "DER, Dernt, Der, Dernt....DER, Dernt, DER, Dernt". How she got this far in life is beyond me.