So, if I look like some werewolf from a stupid vampire movie, according to that guy the other night, I thought to myself, what duties and responsibilities come with that?

Did some research and was happy to learn that as a werewolf, I am capable of killing vampires.

Who knew?

Convenient, since I am really, truly sick of listening to the human go on and on about some fictional sparkly vampire named Edward.

I located this plastic version of the Sparkly One, and decided to test my werewolf skills. Edward received a thorough sniffing, and I considered chewing off his right hand...

Lusting after ducks and cursing the leash

It's way too hot. Today, with the humidex it's 37C. The human and I are both getting bored because we can't hike or go for long walks, we're not sleeping all that well, and it's just a drag all round.

Tomorrow we head to Kincardine and, I hear, for some swims in cold Lake Huron. Thank god - although I'll be forcibly bathed after the swims, I think it will be worth it.

Meanwhile, I'll keep dreaming of fall.

The other day while the human and I were walking along a trail on the lakeshore, a couple came up from behind, and the man said to the woman:

"Hey, look, it's Jacob!"

I am now being referred to as characters from Twilight.

Not so sure how I feel about that - the whole thing is pretty silly; however, if I have to be referred to as someone from that drabble, I suppose I'm happy it was a vampire killing giant wolf.

My human, who is freakishly in love with a fictional vampire from the movie and who abandoned me not once, but twice, over the past four days to sit in a movie theatre and gaze at the sparkly undead guy, was thrilled by the Jacob comparison.

But was quick to point out that Jacob, is in fact, a rust coloured wolf.

I would be Sam.

The black pack leader.

I like that better. Pack leader of a group of giant vampire killing wolves?

Works for me.

Bring on the Twilight comparisons.

It'll add to the "Harry Potter dog!" calls I often get. Haven't figured out what that one means yet.

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.