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.

Owl pellets have a satisfying crunch when you chew them.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

I chewed a few today.

Good Day Checklist

Digging for voles

• Early am walk, sniff and poo
• Eat goose crap
• Fill belly with delicious breakfast
• Nap
• Lick peanut butter from human's plate
• Complete dishwasher pre-wash with tongue
• Roll treaty ball around while human goes out
• Nap in wingback chair
  
• Greet human (apologize for napping in wingback chair after getting caught)
  
• Go for car ride, bark at dogs on sidewalk
• Bronte park - hunt voles, eat vole nests, chase red tailed hawks, sniff everything, pee on everything, eat owl pellets and mystery poo
  
• Nap
• Bark in backyard to assert presence
• Fill belly with delicious dinner
• Whine until human takes me out
• Car ride, bark at dogs on sidewalk
• Bronte park, vole hunting, sniff chickens, peacocks, bunnies and pigs at Children's Farm, fantasize about eating them
• Car ride, nap en route
• Home, evening treaty ball roll
• Pre-bed chew on bacon nyla bone
• zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Checklist complete.

Dog unconscious.

Post-hike bliss

My boyfriend came hiking with me yesterday!

It's a first - he's never come hiking with me! For some reason, he seemed reluctant to allow me back into the car at the end of our hike. I can't imagine why - it's not as if I was so excited I barked like a freak all the way to the park.