Black and White Sunday: Please & Thank You

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Thank you to Black and White Sunday Blog Hop hosts Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.

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Why I Love Fall

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I absolutely and positively love fall. Cooler temperatures mean longer and more frequent walks. Crisp days are perfect for lounging on the lawn. Tiny sticks start to fall from the trees like manna from heaven. But do you know my favorite thing about fall?

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The arrival of autumn marks the end of the dreaded driveway bath. A couple of weeks ago, I endured what I hope will be my final humiliation . . . at least for several months to come.

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Yes, friends, I put on a brave face. I held my head high, drenched and dripping, as people and dogs walked by . . . and gawked.

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I’ll admit that I even fantasized, briefly, about subjecting my humans to such treatment. How would they like it if I paraded them on the driveway . . . wet and naked . . . for all the world to see?

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I suspect that my human mommy read my mind, and then she did this to me.

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But as I began to air dry, I realized that things were looking up for me. Fall was knocking on the door, ready to rescue me from the dreaded driveway bath and its accompanying humiliation.

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I hear that my next bath will be courtesy of the PetSmart groomers. We call that “going to the spa.” I think a spa bath is far more my speed, don’t you? Thank you, fall. I love you!

Wordless Wednesday: Just a Tiny Taste

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Why Did the Golden Retriever Cross the Road?

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Why did the Golden Retriever cross the road?

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To visit the chickens, of course. I’m a pretty lucky dog. I live in the middle of the city, and yet I have a miniature pony that lives right around the corner and a couple of chickens who recently came to roost (haha, get it?) across the street. That’s Number 3 on the left and Wannabe on the right. You might be wondering why Number 3 is named Number 3. Well, at one time there were three chickens, and Number 3 was number three in the pecking order (I made another chicken joke there). Then it turned out that one of the chickens was a rooster, so he went to live in the country.

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So recently I got to visit my chicken neighbors for the first time. I was pretty interested, as you might have gathered from the tension in my collar . . . and you can’t even see the tension in my human mommy’s hand as she maintained the death grip on my leash. I’m not quite sure why my humans were so surprised by my perhaps-overly-excited attraction to the chickens. Afterall, I am a bird dog.

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Mommy quickly determined that it might be a good idea for me to get away from the hen-house, otherwise this blog post might have become a very different take on Tasty Tuesday. I took one last look as my human daddy dragged me away. I have a pretty good idea that I won’t ever be allowed to visit the chickens again.

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But my mommy stuck around to learn more about Wannabe and Number 3. They’ll be one year old in February. They laid their first eggs when they were around eight or nine months old, and they’ll lay eggs for the first five to eight years of their lives. That’s a lot of eggs. Number 3 is what’s called an olive egger because she lays eggs that are olive-green, and Wannabe is a pale blue Easter egger. They eat chicken feed, but they also get kitchen scraps from their humans (hey, I want to be a chicken) . . . pretty much everything except chicken. Their human mother says it just doesn’t feel right to feed the chickens chicken. Makes sense to me. Their favorite human food is cooked spaghetti.

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They need all those spaghetti carbs because during the day they are free to roam around their big backyard. In the evening, they settle into this beautiful chicken coop. Eat your hearts out, pups. This thing is way nicer than any dog house I’ve ever seen.

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They perch in this area to sleep . . .

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. . . and this is where they lay their eggs. Look closely and you’ll notice a couple of golf balls. At first, Wannabe and Number 3 were laying eggs all over their coop. Then their humans read that if you place golf balls where you want your chickens to lay, that’s where they’ll lay. It worked!

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And look at the lovely eggs that my chicken neighbors shared with me. Mommy used a couple to make human treats, but you just knew she had to save one of those special eggs to make some yummy dog treats. She turned to The Organic Dog Biscuit Cookbook and found a recipe for Pumpkin Drops.

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These heavenly pumpkin spice cookies are made with oat flour, brown rice flour, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, unsweetened applesauce, canned pumpkin, a little water, and one very special egg. Simply drop about a teaspoon-sized ball onto a cookie sheet, flatten the ball if you’d like, and bake.

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These treats are super simple because they don’t require any rolling or cutting out, and the recipe makes plenty of cookies to share with your friends.

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I volunteered for taste-testing duty. Yep, they passed the test with flying colors.

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I think I’m going to share some Pumpkin Drops with my new friends Wannabe and Number 3 . . . but I might have to get Mommy to make the delivery.

Today, I’m participating in the Tasty Tuesday blog hop, hosted by Kol’s Notes and Sugar the Golden Retriever. You can click on the link below for more yummy recipes and tasty treats.

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Black and White Sunday: Sunkissed

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Thank you to Black and White Sunday Blog Hop hosts Dachshund Nola and Sugar the Golden Retriever.

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Wordless Wednesday: Friends

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Our First Fall Fire (aka The Great Stick Sacrifice)

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Last evening, my humans and I enjoyed our first fire pit blaze of the fall. It was magical . . . at first. Flames flickered through the air as we sat beside the warm glow of embers. Burning wood popped and cracked as we sniffed the autumnal air (well, I did most of the sniffing).

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And then the most horrifying realization came to me: Those were my sticks burning in that fire pit. My humans had sacrificed my beautiful and oh-so-tasty sticks to their fire pit god. Just two days earlier, I had walked around my yard supervising my humans as they carefully collected a wheelbarrow full of sticks and then placed them in a nice little pile . . . just for me . . . I mean specifically for my chewing pleasure. Right? Apparently, I was wrong.

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Well as fast as my humans could toss my sticks into that burning pit, I started pulling them from the stick pile and carrying them to safety.

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I am pleased to report that I managed to sneak at least a few of my sticks from the pile . . . saving them from an almost certain fiery death at the hands of my humans. We won’t discuss the fate that those same sticks met between my jaws.

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I am also pleased to report that my humans and I have reached an understanding. No more sacrificing my sticks to their fire pit god. That’s good news to me, because I rather enjoy our fall fires.

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Footnote: I know it appears in the photo above that our scarecrow has been sacrificed to the fire pit god. I can assure you that this is not the case. He was at a very safe distance and is currently keeping the crows away. Thankfully, he has no power to repel squirrels.

Also, my human mommy/blogging assistant “got a little off track” with my blogging. (Those are her sugar-coated words. Just between us, she has been completely dreadful at updating you on my adventures and keeping me up-to-date on yours.) She promises that with this post she is now “back on the rails.” I plan to hold her feet to the fire . . . a fire built without any of my precious sticks.


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