April 2010

Dog Walk, Friday, April 30, 2010

Posted on April 30, 2010 at 9:47 pm in

We spent a lot of time up on the hill today because Momma Dog wanted to read her poetry book, so she perused it up there while  Huck and I rolled over and over in the long grass.  It’s getting about time for my shearing, my hair is so long I can hardly see.  Huck is threatening to braid my fur into dread locks while I sleep.

Affectionately, Nemo

Dog Walk, Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Posted on April 28, 2010 at 11:40 pm in

Boy oh boy!  Momma Dog felt guilty for leaving us alone last night while she and VOG went to see a movie called “No Impact Man” at Film Streams.  She took us all the way back to the line fence to see the cows this afternoon.  We climbed four terraces and visited the coyote den.  Just before the line fence, sneaking though the tall grass Momma Dog saw a long bull snake.  He was also heading for the line fence.  We changed directions faster than a school of tuna!  I would have caught him out for her, but she didn’t want him.  I’ll be truffle/mushroom hunting in the morning, I know I can do it no matter what Nemo thinks!  Regards Mate, Huck

Dog Walk, Monday, April 26, 2010

Posted on April 26, 2010 at 11:46 pm in

Today we have been Morel mushroom hunting.  Huck claims he can smell them out just like a truffle pig.  We shall see, today we didn’t find a single one, but then it’s been cold and rainy for three days.  My big, fluffy, feet have been wet the whole time!  We need the sun.  Tonight when Momma Dog was sweeping the kitchen floor with the broom, Huck brought over his old nasty chewbone and dropped it in the dust.  I guess it’s time for a new one.

Affectionately, Nemo

Dog Walk, Sunday, April 25, 2010

Posted on April 25, 2010 at 2:12 pm in

It’s beautiful in southwest Iowa at this time of year.  The forest is carpeted in wild flowers, the Virginia Bluebells are blooming in the shade garden, and tulips add accent colors in the frontyard.  Momma Dog made a rhubarb crisp yesterday but Huck and I don’t eat that, just the thought of tapioca on my teeth makes me squirm.  Huck is trying to think of a trick to play on VOG to make up for scaring him yesterday but I don’t think tieing his feet together in the night is a good idea.  He’s heard of a new program called 9ll Crocodile and he’s pestering Momma Dog to record it for him.  What is it with these terrier breeds?  Why go looking for trouble when you can nap at home?

Affectionately, Nemo

Dog Walk, Saturday, April 24, 2010

Posted on April 24, 2010 at 8:41 pm in

Knock. Knock.

“Whose there?”

“Graham Crocodile.”

“What do you want?”

I’m looking for Huck.”

“OMG Nemo.  Don’t let him in!  I’ll be an hors d’ oeuve, and you’ll be the main course, swallowed in your own fat.”

“Go away, our people aren’t home and we’re not allowed to let anyone in.”  ( Big grrrrrr!)

“Tell Huck I’ve got his rope and I’ll be seeing him!”

Yikes!  I’ve got to text Bindy and tell her Graham’s escaped and he’s got a rope!”

(“Ha! Ha! Ha!”)

“Wait a minute Huck, I know that laugh.  It’s VOG, he’s playing a trick on us. ”

Blimey!

Dog Walk, Friday, April 23,2010

Posted on April 23, 2010 at 4:06 pm in

“Rain, rain, rain!  Bored, bored, bored!”

“Let’s ask Momma Dog to put in our Crocodile Hunter video.  The most dangerous adventures one where Steve gets his arm bit by Graham and we can see the blood come out.”

“Oh for the Great Dog’s sake Huck, that video scares you ever time you see it.  You jump at every little sound along the trail for days afterward.”

I’m not scared, you just have to be ready Nemo.  Crocs are giant reptilian predators with  gnarly dispositions, and they’re quick as lightening!  Graham is the worst of the bunch. He bad, he bad!”

“Stop that jumping and hunching up your shoulders, you don’t look a thing like Gene Wilder.  Your dancing is what’s bad.”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

“Not!”

Dog Walk, April 21, 2010

Posted on April 20, 2010 at 2:34 pm in

“Nemo, why are we moving all the stuff in the dining room and living room into the kitchen?”

“The rug cleaners are coming.”

“What about us?”

“We’re going someplace else.  You can’t walk in here after they’re done, the rugs are sticky and wet.”

“Yuck!  I’m already wet, just as soon as Momma Dog smelled that dead opposum on me this morning, she plunked me into the sink in the mudroom.  I had myself smelling just right.  No croc could detect me underneath that smell.   Now I smell like spring flowers. Krikey!  I bet Steve Irwin’s dog didn’t smell like flowers.”

“Bet she didn’t smell like dead opossum either!  Get away from me and stop shaking water on me”

Shake, shake, shake.

Dog Walk, Monday, April l9, 2010

Posted on April 19, 2010 at 2:28 pm in

“Momma Dog, why does Nemo get to go in the van with VOG (Voice of God)to mail out books and I don’t?”

“VOG is afraid you are so quick you might jump out and get hit by a car or lost while he is unloading the packages.  Nemo likes to ride “shotgun” and sits quietly on the passenger side and watches for raccoons.”

“I would sit quietly too.”

“He would not Momma Dog!  Huck would you sit quietly if there was a rabbit hopping along on the road?”

“Yes.”

“What about an opposum?”

“Yes.”

“What about a crocodile?”

“Krikey!  I’d be out that window in a flash, flip that boyo over and slap a rope around his jaws…..”

“Heh, heh, heh.”

Dog Walk, Thursday, April l5, 2010

Posted on April 15, 2010 at 11:47 pm in

We’ve been out twice today for Dog Walk.  Once before the rain and once after.  It’s beautiful outside with the trees putting on their baby leaves and  puddles of violets blooming.  Huck and I played “anteater” this morning, snuffling along on top of a log, but we don’t know how those overgrown sloths stand it, ants running in and out of your nose and up into your ears.  No mushrooms yet, but the ticks are out in full force.  Ticks have a three year life cycle and one female can lay 12,000 eggs.  Makes me want to scratch just thinking about it!  Tonight is “Survivor”,  Huck is still upset over Boston Rob being voted out and wants to lift his leg on Russell.  I’m pulling for Rupert myself.  I sort of look like Rupert, fluffy.   Affectionately, Nemo

Dog Walk, Tuesday, April l3, 2010

Posted on April 13, 2010 at 10:57 pm in

Today we walked through the forest on a carpet of Dicentra cucullair or Dutchman’s Breeches.  They are the first of the woodland wild flowers to bloom in our area and look like a tiny pair of pantaloons with lacey foliage.  We can roll on the violets and dandelions, but we have to stay off the pointy things that are Momma Dog’s baby Hostas.   It’s a little hard to tell which of the pointy things are flowers and which are plants in wrong places, aka weeds!    (Especially with lovely furry feet like mine!)  Affectionately, Nemo

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