Sunday, March 29, 2009

Wreckage

It was really super windy and cold on the walk today. During the my human and I came across the wreckage below. It was sitting in the middle of the playing field where I do my frisbee fetching.

As you can see by the footprints at the scene, we weren't the first ones to the crash site. Sadly, there was no sign of survivors.

wreckage in a field

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Big Yellow Balloon

© big yellow balloonI was having a really fun time with the new frisbee on my walk today. This new frisbee does this cool thing where it hangs in the air just a bit.

I have to jump really high to fetch it.

During one of my jumps, I saw a really funny thing.

It was a yellow mylar balloon with a happy face floating about 80 feet above the field. The balloon was bobbing back and forth. It looked like a big yellow human head just bobbing in the wind.

I realized that it was too high to fetch; So, I went back to the frisbee.

My human stood their mesmerized by the balloon. He watched the balloon float by and asked me questions like: "How high is that balloon?" or "How fast is it going?"

I always have a hard time translating dog units of measure to human units of measure and couldn't answer (although I knew the answer).

He watched as the balloon flew toward the northern side of Neff Canyon. He wondered if the balloon would just crash into the mountain wall. The balloon got really super tiny as it approach the mountain wall. It looked for a moment like the balloon would just land on the mountainside. The suddenly it caught an up draft and shot several thousand feet into the air and flew over the Wasatch Mountains.

It was a clear day, and my human stood there for like a half hour just watching the balloon.

As for me. I took a break from balloon watching and found a patch of eating grass.

It is sad. My humans just don't feed me enough and my empty ribs spend most of the day echoing with hunger. Sadly, the small amount of energy that I can eke out of a blade of grass is all that stands between this dog and starvation.

Starvation! I tell you.

After the spectacle, we talked about mylar balloons and speculated on where it would end up. We wondered how long will it be until the whole world is covered with lost mylar balloons. We spoke of the tragedy suffered when a person lets go of a balloon and it is gone forever.

The human thinks it will end up in the High Uinta Wilderness area. I think it will float all the way across the continent and land in the Atlantic where it will be swallowed by a whale.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Coco, International Dog of Action

Snow on the SnoutSorry about the snow on my snout.

You see, I am what they call a dog of action. I have places to go and things to sniff and really don't have the time to pose for a proper picture.

As promised, my human has a new camera and will be running along behind me taking pictures of my adventures (if he can keep up).

The uploading of the pictures will take a bit. Man alive are these humans slow. I mean, I could be up to the top of the trail and back in the time it takes them to figure out how to get the pictures out of the camera an onto the net.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Coco Confronts a Big Yellow Cat

Coco

One of my humans just got a new camera which is in the mail and will show up soon. If he can figure out how to use it; you will be seeing more of me in the near future.

I've had many adventures. Most of which have not been properly document. The image titled Coco Confronts a Big Yellow Cat documents a tussle I had with a massive yellow cat on the Neff Canyon Trail.

Then there was the time I was almost killed by a snowplow. I have had many doggie adventures in my day.

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Jaws of Destiny

Imagine that this tennis ball represents the earth.

Now, imagine that my snout represents the jaws of destiny.

With that in mind, human, lets go forth to the dog park and play fetch.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Puppy Love Lost

© Red FoxPuppy love is a fickle thing. In the doggie world, the puppies tell heroic tales of doggies crossing Continents to reunite with lost humans. (Humans are really careless, and they get lost a lot).

Doggie lore is also filled with heart wrenching stories of puppy love lost. Coco presents one of these sad tails tales:

Once upon a time there was a puppy and boy united in a bright green backyard. The boy and puppy would play for hours. They would pull at ropes, and the puppy instructed the boy on throwing a ball.

Sadly the boy was weak-willed and his mind turned to the temptations of the flesh. The puppy, who had turned into a doggie during this time, sniffed the winds and realized that a joyous childhood was coming to an end.

The doggie's mind started wondering what was beyond the chain link fence that separated the backyard from the world.

Thus it stood: The boy was wracked by carnal desires. The doggie heard the distant call of the wild.

Then one day the boy ran off with a foxy lady, and the dog ran off with a lady fox.

The End.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

National Bark Day

The dog down the street named March third as National Bark Day.

National Bark Day is a day when the doggies of the world stand in an upright position, sniff at the air, then bark aimless at the universe.

National bark day happens once or twice a dog year. It serves the important purpose of letting the doggies count the number of the dogs in the neighborhood.

Monday, March 2, 2009

Forests and Trees

I don't know what it was with my human today.

We went on a walk. I was really frustrated about the stock market. So, when I found a stick I really chewed at it.

My human seemed to disapprove and took the stick away, as if humans had the right to disapprove of a dog's actions.

The human wanted me to walk without a stick for a bit. But, I wanted a stick and grabbed the trunk of a sapling. Just as I was starting to tug the roots from the ground, my human grabbed my neck and put on my leash.

I was all growly and frustrated to be treated like this. What does he think I am?

Anyway, we then did the rest of the walk.

Everytime I would pull on my leash, the human would simply stop.

Finally the human stopped for a long pause. During the pause, the human told me to "relax and enjoy the forest. Isn't it a beautiful forest?"

I said: "I can't see the forest. There is a bunch of trees in the way. A doggie should come through here and rip up all of the trees by the root, so that we could see the forest."

My human was then mean and did the rest of the walk with the lease on. It was not until we got to the open field that the human undid the leash so that I could do some running.

This was a frustrating walk, and I really need to sit in the sunny part of the house and chew a bone for awhile.