Tunnel of Fur - metaphysics

...my eyes peered out through a tunnel of fur

...will they never give me a trim ...i know what they want but cannot deliver ...the bit of shimmering light on the concrete calls me ...i am but a dog, a simple dog ...even when i am spelled backwards

My haircut

I am still contemplating a haircut. Here is a picture from a few months ago, after my last haircut. See my smooth muzzle? I am not sure I like that, since my whiskers were removed. That is a bit like removing my dog-hood. Also, I need them for balance and my general sense of well-being ! They have grown out now and I like that better. Maybe the Feeder can give me a different type of haircut next time. You see me here with my doggie friend. He is a floppy friend and doesn't move much unless you toss him in the air. (Kinda boring, but don't tell him that).

Time for a Haircut?

What do you think of this photo? My friend Ginger Van Hook took this of me during a recent studio visit. I showed her the studio where I work, and all the Feeder's paintings. We had lots of fun since she and Luke know all about dogs and their humans. I ran around, barked, slobbered, jumped, and acted endearing. I'm looking at this photo, though, and thinking maybe I need a trim? Especially around the eyes. You can hardly see my bee-u-tee-ful brown eyes behind all the fuzz. How can I glance meaningfully at the gals at the dog park if they can't see the glimmer in my eye? I am not that crazy about traditional poodle trims but I may have to bite the bullet.

I make new dog and people friends

Last week I had one of my best adventures ever and made some new friends. I was walking down the street with the Feeder, and we met one of our neighbors. She invited us in to see her two dogs (Brittanys) named Auggie and Bailey. O, by the way, she has two small humans as well. (Very cute, but how much can you do with just two legs?) Anyway, Auggie is a great guy. Bailey was nice too, but a bit sedate for my tastes. Auggie can run like the wind and we had a great time chasing each other. We played chicken and wolves. I was mainly the chicken, but that was OK. I'm younger than Auggie, and he said that made it fair. PS: Thanks to all who identified my stuffed toy as "Dr. Spock". He must be in a different veterinarian practice than the one I go to. PPS: Auggie's feeder puts him in her blog sometimes. It is a cool one!

does this picture of the star trek guy help?

any ideas?

Who is that masked man

So, I'm back ready for my other job - besides being a studio dog. Yes, my other job is playing and ripping toys to shreds. (Actually I haven't ripped up any toys so far. I mainly stick to ripping up plastic things for fun. I'm especially fond of bubble wrap. Don't worry, I know enough not to swallow any and the Feeder tries to keep me away from it most of the time anyway. Maybe now is not the time to talk about that Brillo pad I found.....) Anyway - here I am with a mystery toy. Anybody know who it is supposed to be? Somebody from Star Trek??

A friend my age - chocolate lab

So, Bella, the babe, finally came to visit. She is a chocolate lab, which is funny, since chocolate is not supposed to be good for us (at least that is what the Feeder says). Anyway, is she sweet or what? She is a bit older than me (just a coupla months) but is still fun loving and has a great personality. (She's cute, too, as you can see). We ran around like crazy and then shared a romantic bowl of muddy water. I think she could be the one! more later.......

My profession

So, the Feeder and the Otherone have been talking about my job. I'm apparently going to be in training as a Studio Dog. You can see me practicing on my first day on the job. It was pretty exhausting just lying there for hours and hours but I think I am getting the hang of it. I spend my time thinking about matters philosophic, which of course is very tiring. However, I also get to do more running around and steal some quite delicious stuff that the Feeder calls "garbage".

Visit from a Friend

My new friend Teddy came over to see me today with his human friends. He is an older gentleman, 14 years, I think. He was very nice, fun to sniff and very very tolerant of me. I guess he is not used to young pups, such as myself. I am now 13 weeks old, and certainly no longer feel like I just sprung out of my moms loins! No, no, no. I am running and digging all over the place. If that is not maturity I don't know what is!

All right, Mr DeMille, I'm ready for my close up.

I've discovered television. The pictures move. Sometimes there are creatures with four legs like me. Still, I am a sucker for old movies. I think I live on Sunset Boulevard, no?