There's nothing like a good ole' "38 with the humidex" Southern Ontario day to make me feel lazy and old.

We're laying low today, partly because I overdid it this week on my off leash pack hikes and so my back and hips are sore, and partly because it's like the inside of a volcano out there. I was forced to have a big grass roll and rest a few times on our last walk.

Heard a rumour I may be allowed to swim in the lake on the next stroll.

I like that rumour.

Also heard it may be followed by a bath.

DISLIKE.

I'm a yogi

That's right, I was at the human's yoga studio last night.

Must have been the calm energy there, cause I didn't bark or get bitchy with a single person.

In fact, people kept walking over and giving me delicious treats!

I love this yoga place.

I wish to advise that I take offense to the question:

"Do you have a dangler, BooBoo?"

Seriously.

Ok, so, I like to eat a lot of grass in spring.

It's green and fresh and it's deeeelish.

And, yes, sometimes, it is a wee bit difficult to get out, if you know what I mean.

Occasionally, I walk away before I've, uh, totally completed the job.

I do, in fact, appreciate the help in those situations.

But does it have to come with a lifting of my tail while she says "have you got a dangler?" - in public? Really?

Jeez.

Riley

Holy crap, Riley, my true, handsome love, has been coming on my dog walks with Wayne this week. Such happiness and joy.

Puddles

I know I've written about puddles before, but after last night, I felt it was worth writing about them again.

Because I love them so very much.

We went to Bronte last night. A nice spring evening, around 11 degrees. The sun was setting and a full moon was rising. We wandered through an area of the woods that rates high on my spring puddle rating scale:

1 - no spring puddles
2 - one or two spring puddles in walking territory
3 - there's a puddle every five minutes or so, and about half are good for rolling in
4 - puddles every few minutes, 75% waddle/roll/sink into quality
5 - omfg, puddles EVERYWHERE, huge puddles, ones you can run in AND puddles you can swim in

The woods we walked in rate a 4. Generally a 3, but the existence of a spring pond at the exit point bumps them up one point. This pond rocks. Swam in it last night - pure happiness.

For me, well, it's just not enough to get my paws wet or drink out of puddles.

I need to be the puddle, be one with the puddle, you know?

I hear we may be heading to a 5-star spring puddle park on Friday.

OMG.

Busy, busy, busy

I've been so busy, no time to write.

Spring has come early to my territory, and, with it there is much to do.

Spring grass to find and eat.

Puddles to play in.

Small ponds to swim in.

Squirrels and birds to chase.

Running to be done.

It really is overwhelming. Each night I'm exhausted.

The down side of spring in my territory is that the local geese almost all go away to lay and brood their eggs. They don't return until the eggs have hatched - which means a downturn in goose poo availability.

Regardless, life is good, I feel great and spring has arrived.

More crunchy goodness

I ate a rodent skull yesterday.

Dug it out of the grass.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Crunchy skull goodness.