No worries, friends. I wouldn’t dare stick my paw into the mess that is our nation’s current election. The humans created that ordeal, and I’ll leave it to them.
I’m asking for your support in a far kinder, much gentler, and decidedly more fun election. My human daddy’s company is having its Impact Advisors 2016 Pet Supermodel Contest. This is the sixth year for the contest, but the first year that Tallulah Bee and I are participating. (By the way, the Pet Supermodel Contest is conducted by the company’s “chief happiness officer” and he calls the employees “winners.” How fun is that?) The competition is pretty stiff, so we really could use your help. Unlike most elections, this one allows you to vote more than once. (Yes, I’ve heard tales of certain voting irregularities in the regular human elections, but we’re not going to get into that.) You can cast one vote per pet every 24 hours and the voting runs through September 30.
This is my photo submission for the Pet Supermodel Contest. You can click here for a link to the ballot box to cast your vote for me.
And here’s my sister’s submission. You can click here for a link to the ballot box to cast your vote for her.
Remember, you can vote one time for each of us every 24 hours now through September 30. (Don’t worry. I promise to remind you at least once before the voting ends . . . just like those annoying human campaign commercials on the television.😉 ) Tallulah Bee and I really, really, really, really, really appreciate your support . . . and we’ll keep all of our campaign promises.
P.S. Feel free to share this with friends and family!
Many of our friends across America celebrated the end of summer a couple of weekends ago. Here in South Louisiana, we’ll still be looking for ways to beat the heat and humidity for at least another month. That means my little sister will have a few more opportunities to perfect her watermelon-eating skills.
When we first introduced Tallulah to a watermelon, she was a bit confused.
It was as if she thought the little spot where the stem used to be was some sort of wondrous watermelon key that would magically unlock this mysterious green thing. Goodness knows she tried and tried that approach, but to no avail.
It was time for the seasoned watermelon eater to step in and show her silly little sister a thing or two about this summer delicacy.
“First of all,” I told Tallulah, “you don’t just bite into the watermelon. You let the humans cut it into nice little slices for us. The humans love preparing our food and serving it to us. We mustn’t deny them this great pleasure.”
Obviously, one of us has a better grasp on patience and manners than the other. It becomes more and more clear every single day that I have many, many lessons to teach Tallulah. But back to the watermelon-eating tutorial.
I tried to show Tallulah the proper watermelon-eating style: dainty little lady-like bites.
Tallulah had something completely different in mind: putting the entire slice into her mouth all at once. And by entire slice I really mean entire slice. Tallulah devoured that watermelon slice . . . rind and all.
I’m becoming more and more convinced that my little sister is part pig. Check out that nose–and that full mouth–and tell me what you think.
Tallulah has a lot to learn about eating watermelons, but under my watchful eye I think there’s a chance she’ll catch on. I guess it’s a good thing we have a little bit of time before summer’s end.
On the silver screen, Miss Marilyn Monroe proclaimed that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Clearly Miss Monroe did not live with a couple of Golden Retrievers. If the did, she would have known that vacuums are a girl’s best friend. So, without further ado, I would like to introduce you to my human mommy’s favorite appliance . . . pictured here with the reason she needs it.
There is no end to the amount of Golden hair that collects on every surface, in every corner, everywhere in our house. It was manageable when I was an only dog. And then along came Tallulah Bee, also known as The Shedding Machine. Mommy’s friend sent her this cute little saying to try to make her feel better. (Any wonder that something about shedding includes a picture of a Golden Retriever?) It sounded nice, but Mommy wasn’t buying it. What she did end up buying was the Hoover Commercial PortaPower vacuum. You’ve never seen anyone get so excited about an appliance.
Mommy whipped that thing out of the box and started vacuuming everything–floors, furniture, shutters, lampshades, tabletops. Tallulah looked at me and said, “Oh my goodness, Harper Lee. Is Mommy going to vacuum us, too?” “There’s no telling,” I told her. “Just keep moving.” Thus began Mommy’s daily ritual of vacuuming. Occasionally, I’ll hear Mommy sing out, “This thing really sucks.” I think in this case, that’s a good thing.
At first the daily ritual was a bit unnerving, mostly due to Mommy’s unnatural and unbridled joy as she practically danced with Mr. Hoover from one end of the house to the other. Honestly, friends, it was borderline frightening. But after a couple of days, my little sister and I learned to accept Mommy’s obsession, and now she has to wake us up so she can get every inch of the floor . . . or she just works around us.
Mommy even vacuums our beds, which tends to disturb a girl’s sun puddle naps.
The other day, as Mommy waltzed through the room with Mr. Hoover, I caught Tallulah making this cheeky face behind her back. “Hahaha! Try as you might, Mommy, you’ll never ever get rid of all the Golden hair,” Tallulah teased.
“That’s ok,” I told Tallulah. “I found this little saying on Mommy’s computer the other day. I think she’s secretly thankful for all of our hair. Maybe she’s just using Mr. Hoover to collect it and put it in a special place because she love us so much.”
This photo was taken in 2015 in front of my former home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My old neighborhood, fortunately, escaped the historic flooding that has devastated so many in Baton Rouge and throughout South Louisiana.
After a series of bright shiny days, the heavens opened above South Louisiana late last week. As bad as the rain was for us, it was much, much worse for the parishes (that’s what we call counties) around us. So many have lost so much. And, as I write this (or dictate it to my human mommy/blogging assistant), people and their pets are still being rescued from the flood waters. We wish our friends in neighboring parishes all the best as they begin the long and challenging recovery from unprecedented flooding. Water in your home is never a good thing.
While thankfully we escaped the flooding, the rain brought its own set of challenges to our home. My little sister, Tallulah, developed a serious case of cabin fever. On normal mornings, Mommy and Tallulah start the day with a very long, very brisk walk. (My daily leisurely stroll follows.) The goal of these walks is to exhaust Tallulah’s excessive energy levels. The constant rain meant that–at best–Mommy and Tallulah could only dash around the block . . . not nearly enough to tame the beast. And that’s when Tallulah’s cabin fever started to set in. My human mommy quickly determined that we would not be able to cure Tallulah’s condition. We could only hope to control it.
Mommy thought that occupying Tallulah’s mind might make her body forget that it was–essentially–caged. So she pulled out the puppy puzzles.
This puzzle was mine long before Tallulah ever saw it, which is the case with most of the doggy things in our house. Here’s how it works: A human puts a treat in each of the little holes and then covers the little hole with the sliding cover. The dog is then supposed to slide the cover open to get the treat. This puzzle was a no-brainer for me. (You can click here to read how I conquered this challenge years ago.)
Tallulah? Well, let’s just say that my little sister is pretty. Ok, that’s not quite fair. It took her a little longer than it took me, but she did ultimately figure out how to get to the treats . . . with one exception. There was something about those blue covers. She never once opened the blue covers. Mommy says an animal behaviorist would have a field day with that.
When Tallulah started grabbing the first puzzle by those little knob things on the sliders and running around the house with it, Mommy decided that is was time to switch to another puzzle. (Clearly, this cabin fever treatment was not working.) So she pulled out another of my old puzzles. Again, the treats are placed under those blue paw-print covers and the object is to lift the covers off and get the treats. That’s the object, anyway.
This one really threw poor pretty Tallulah for a loop. Perhaps it had something to do with the color blue again. Who knows? Although she wasn’t quite getting the hang of the puzzle, she was doing a fine impression of a Shar Pei.
I have to give my little sister some credit and say that Tallulah eventually solved this puzzle. Gee, you really don’t know how hard it is for a big sister to say that. And I also have to admit that when I first approached these puzzles, I was a good bit older and wiser than Tallulah is now. But let the record show that I am the puppy puzzle queen in our house.
Eventually we put the puzzles away and Tallulah and I got back to doing what we do best on a rainy day: driving Mommy crazy with our out-of-control wrestling. Uh oh, it looks like Tallulah’s strain of cabin fever just might be contagious.
A long, long, long, long time ago, I shared some country breakfast recipes with you and hinted that my sister and I were about to set off on a weekend getaway. Life threw a few little hurdles our way following that trip, but at long last I present to you photos and stories from the way, way back getaway.
Tallulah and I joined our humans at Butler Greenwood Plantation and Bed and Breakfast in St. Francisville, Louisiana, for three glorious days in June. This was my fifth visit to the pet-friendly B&B (you can click here to read about my third visit three years ago) and my little sister’s first visit. Butler Greenwood is one of my all-time favorite places in the world, and I was so excited to share it with Tallulah. I started her weekend with a little ghost story. Take a look at that upstairs window. What do you see? Looks a bit like a ghost, doesn’t it? I tried to convince Tallulah that Butler Greenwood is haunted. I thought that would really scare her . . .
. . . and that’s when I learned that nothing scares Tallulah. So we continued with our tour of the grounds–which included lots and lots and lots of sniffing–before settling into our cottage for the evening.
The next morning we were up bright and early. Tallulah and I had tasty bacon, egg, and cheese treats to eat and my humans had a breakfast casserole to enjoy. (My apologies for not sharing a photo of the cooked human casserole with you, which I promised to do in my “BONE Appetit: Country Breakfast Two Ways” post. The casserole photos were a casualty of my human mommy’s computer meltdown following our getaway.) After breakfast, we hurried out the door so we could get in a little exploring before the rains came.
Tallulah chose to spend the rainy afternoon working on her spoiled rotten girl bed sleeping skills . . .
. . . while I tried out some new hairstyles. I kind of like the retro spiky punk look, don’t you?
And when Tallulah wasn’t being spoiled rotten on the giant king-sized bed, she was plopping herself in front of the air-conditioner so she could soak up the cool air. I’m telling you, my little sister is all about her personal comfort.
The end of our weekend in the country came way too soon. Tallulah and I thanked our daddy–as only a couple of four-legged daddy’s girls can–and hinted that we’d like to return to Butler Greenwood for another getaway when the weather’s a bit cooler. I think Daddy got the hint.
Morning walks start to be a bit of a challenge this time of year. The sun can feel like it’s three feet from your face. The air is thick with humidity, and the temperature inches closer to 90 with each passing minute. We won’t even talk about the heat index. So my human mommy and I try to escape into the beauty that surrounds us: birds singing in the trees, flowers blossoming from baskets and gardens, and the cheery colors of the homes in our Irish Channel neighborhood. Join us on our walk this morning . . . and feel free to sing along (with a little help from Johnny Nash).
I can see clearly now the rain is gone. / I can see all obstacles in my way. / Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Oh, yes I can make it now the pain is gone. / All of the bad feelings have disappeared. / Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Look all around, there’s nothing by blue skies. / Look straight ahead there’s nothing but blue skies.
Wishing you plenty of blue skies on this bright sunshiny day!
I know it seems like ages since I teased you with my country breakfast recipes and hinted about the weekend getaway that my sister and I planned. (Click here if you need to refresh your memory.) We did indeed have our trip to the country. Shortly after that, however, my human mommy’s computer had a little meltdown (which was followed by a fairly big meltdown by my human mommy, but we won’t talk about that.) Then, at my otherwise uneventful annual check-up with the vet, we discovered that I had cracked a tooth . . . and that the tooth would have to be extracted. All went well with that little procedure, and I am enjoying the final days of my super yummy canned food. Wonder if I could crack another tooth? (No! Mommy says definitely no.) Finally, my little sister, Tallulah Bee, got “fixed” last week. She was fully recovered 12 hours after coming home, and now we are all looking forward to her getting back to Camp Bow Wow and the neighborhood dog park . . . and being exhausted when she comes home.
So . . . the computer situation has been rectified, my sister and I are fully recovered from our little veterinary procedures, and we are back on track and ready to share pictures and stories from our weekend getaway later this week. It sure feels good to be back in the saddle!
Each month since January, my little sister and I have posed for a photo in front of this little willow tree in New Orleans’ Audubon Park. Click here to see how much has changed in the last six months.
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