Do you ever wonder?

Sometimes I feel two different forces, perhaps two different egos direct the words my paws leave on these digital pages. Or it could be my rather confusing habit of sometimes writing with my rear legs and sometimes with my front. A detailed analysis by the scientists from MIT I've enslaved in order to study the habits of those two uprighters may be in order.

Tingly, my nose feels tingly, the feeling you might experience if you use a metal straw to sniff an electric socket, the sensation right before attempting to rush through the closed front door or perhaps the gratification when the magical locked food lid reveals its deepest secrets. What could I be talking about... why six inches of snow of course.

Dancing and prancing while hottrotting along... my enthusiasm for delving into the adventures of a snowbound canine (myself) fades and I must bid adieu with the sharing of a number of photos I've taught my bipeds to fixup. They're learning

Doggie Events Calendar

Today was quite the day. I trained and educated myself in the ways of web page creation. I had to think long and hard as to what I would dedicate my webpage to, and then, like a lightbulb flicking on, it came to me. A doogie calendar! What better way to meet up with my friends, and tell my lugs what I'd like to do every weekend? It is such a fabulous creation I dont know what to do with myself, maybe next I'll take over google, re-organize the web, heck maybe even take over the world is now in store for my four little paws. In any sense, I would just love it if you visited my new page and told me what you think of it!! http://solonrsc.googlepages.com/home

Lifes a Park

My lugs have recently taken a dive head first into Massachusetts parks, particularly parks that they can let me roam free. Boy oh boy is life being good to me! I haven't written too much about the parks so here goes. Recently, before my graduation from puppy kindergarten we went to a park with plenty of other dogs, one was even 200 pounds!! Although he may have seemed huge and most would back away in fear, not I, I boldly went up to that Goliath and got him to lay down for me and even let me jump on him a bit, what a goof!! My powers over others seems to be improving, I must stay hard at work though if I ever will get to taking over the world! There were also some other dogs there, I particularly liked the skinny little ones, so sleek and fast, one day if my lugs start feeding me right I can outrun them easily!


The lugs found a great website called dogboston.com, there are so many fun parks there! We went to the beach with crazy grass that I found quite often tries to eat your paws by disappearing and surrounding the paw by icy cold water. All is good though because there was plenty of mud to run through, splash in and dig holes in (although oddly all the holes I tried to dig were quickly filled in again with that brown soft stuff). Mom and daddio made me sit for a family portrait, seriously folks, Id much rather get my fur coat a beautiful shade of dark brown than sit still for even a minute!

It was a good place with plenty of exploring but sadly only four or five other dogs with lugs who were quite odd. I have found that maybe my two lugs aren't so bad after all, granted I have yet to train them to walk properly with a leash (that is-walk in every direction that a scent might take one, so an awkward path is typically best), nor have I trained them to be excited about when I jump up on people or things (the effort I put out to get a lick up there on those clean faces, its criminal for such actions to go un-noticed), but one thing is for sure...when we are out there making our mark on the outdoors they let me run free, pee here, sniff there, play with this stick or that, sniff a few privates of other dogs. Some of these lugs I have encountered take my fellow companions out and don't let them sniff a thing!! What a shame I tell you, what a shame!

We also went to a cranberry bog where I met a friend who taught me how to chase birds, and even trust the white ground that seems a bit slippery. I found though, once you find your footing on this stuff called 'ice' you can get around quite well, chase things, even get a lick of water whenever your heart desires. For some reason my lugs worry about me when I'm out there, as if I don't know what I'm doing! If birds can be out there in the middle I can to!! Oh what a life, my four little paws have covered so much ground I don't know what to do with myself! Until next weekend...

Kicks on Route 66

Ive been so busy these past few weeks that I have yet to talk about my fabulous sixteen week birthday! My lugs suprised my a got me a sweet ride. Its yellow, the color of wonderfully smelling pee, and I have noticed through the windows of their dreary black ride that yellow seems to be the color of ride chosen among the elite Porches and Lamborghini's so as far as I'm concerned I'm riding in luxury with the best of them! I had to inspect the car as it was being put together again (unfortunately they didnt spring for a new one, but I'm not gonna complain, I feel spoiled as it is...although a bit more spoiling never hurt any dog did it?), make sure daddio put all the nuts and bolts in the right place and that he pumped up my wheel pressure for a nice smooth ride. Man was it great being out there, I have a convertible, zips down the side, so I can throw my head out for a nice windy peek or tuck inside viewing the world from afar! My lugs took me to some great places, first we went to the park and played a might round of hide and seek (for some reason they think they can lose me...I'll show them!!), then we went to the library (apparently I live with 'smart' lugs, I'd really hate to see what normal lugs are like) and back home. By the end of it all man was I tired, who knew life in the fast lane could be so exhausting, keeping that fur in tip top shape making each little hair handsomely wave in the wind as I did, its a rough life I tell you! Soon Ill get on and tell you all of Bently, the 200 pound Mastif that I got to lay down and let me climb all over!

A night to remember

Boy my eyes are dropping now… These weekends are killing me. They’re off making money for most of the day while I sit at home and guard the house between 4 hour naps, then when they come home, they have the indecency to eat beef, chicken, turkey, chocolate, often with the casual, sardonic remarks relating to my inability to understand how much better their food tastes than mine. Of course I understand! Why do you think I’m continually trying to reassert my authority over that pesky table, some day it will bow and sacrifice its contents to my belly, like the Victoria Secret magazine the other day. How sweet it was to open that infernal constraining cage they use to limit my power. Luckily once they are within range of my magnetic gaze their wills succumb once more. Ahhh how sweet the joy of a good belly rub illicitly gained.

Many events accompanied the turning of the clock; I drove my first chariot, whipping to a lather the poor bloke providing the horsepower, snow and more snow, then warmth, although nothing like good ol’ SC. I wonder if Echo knows how good she’s got it! Although I feel I’m stronger for the constant digging through ice, pulling down of defenseless leaf-barren shrubs and reprocessing of digested food. I don’t get why those two won’t let me kiss them after I eat my “outside” meals. My mouth tastes just as good to me. Things rush at you in this world. One day you’re burning rubber for the first time (and last time because of my lazy chaffeurs), the next day you’re graduating from school, and I’m willing to bet down the road even more interesting things will happen… Like squirrel chasing…

I’m sure I’ve forgotten things, but with a 4 second memory, that’s too be expected!

FREEDOMMMMMM!!!

I have finally found my well deserved freedom. Those two lugs I write about, well they leave me all the time in the middle of the day, prime play hours and they just disappear into thin air. Sometimes one will appear and play for a bit but they seem to get tired or something and just disappear once more. I don't quite understand it! And its odd, every time I notice they have vanished I find this golden cage has appeared around me. Now, I must say, I do have it good in the cage, food, water, toys, a plush bed, sometimes even some classical music, but seriously folks, who likes to know they are confined in a world of so many possibilities? To know you cant sniff where every dog should be able to sniff, lounge in the most prime on conditions (I find this to be the lugs' bed) and munch on anything in sight, its an atrocity I tell you. Well yesterday was my test run, today was my glory day. I have found that with just the right maneuvers of my well maintained physique I can manage to jump, using my bed as a springboard, from in my cage to the lugs' bed, and from there I know no bounds (OK I still need to work on the door since I have no grass...seriously folks, who uses wood instead of grass as a floor, absolute insanity)

Yesterday I was found lounging lazily on the bed, on my best behaviour of course. Today, the pile of dirty laundry was my friend, in particular socks, my favorite delicacy from the region of the world. I have hours of nonstop licking socks action and boy let me tell you how great it was! I only need to master one last item, I must figure out a way to hear the two lugs coming from afar so as to hastily clean up the mess I have made and hop from the bed back into the cage so they don't know that Ive even gotten out. Although I think they are on to me, I have this funny itch on my neck that a taller golden wall will soon appear, but yet another obstacle to overcome. And overcome it we shall.

Ree dic ul ust

You have to understand, I"m not mad at them, I don't hold any enmity nor will I bark at or bite them for what they've done, but in no way or form am I happy about the current state of affairs. I should be on top of the world, instead, I lay here once again, succumbing to their tiresome efforts to adjust my energy level. Let me gather my thoughts and fill you in from the beginning.

I wake myself early today, my stomach is grumblinga little more heartily than when I went to bed and I peek over to check if they're still sleeping and low and behold the big lugs are out like 2 ton sloths. I swear, if I have to rattle this cage and whine every damn morning I'm going to explode. Well lets see, normally when I face this way and bang my nose just like this...

"Sleepytime Solon, go back to sleep"

Damn, compulsion, falling asleep, must stay awake, how do they do it, must stay awake, must....


Well that worked a little bit better square-wheeled donkey cart. Let's try this again, whine, higher pitch, yes nice nice, they're stirring, now don't pay attention to them, face towards the door. Yes, good good, get out of bed ya big lug,

"I've got him honey," his low voice mumbles. Even I have a hard time figuring out what he's saying. "You sure?" she asks, man what a dulcet sound, what I'd give for pipes like those, maybe if I practice a little... "Solon, be quiet, I'm coming... afslkj safd." If I didn't know better I'd say Evan was just swearing at me. "Darling he doesn't know better," my poor clueless Erica whispers on my behalf.

As soon as he opens the cage, I'm just going to wander over to the bed... yes walk past, towards the door... "come on Solon," DAMN he noticed, ok, fight the compulsion, fight it! "Come on Solon, Solon come here, Let's go." ARGH, feet...moving...of own accord, must fight, grrrr, now I want to go outside, I swear I didn't want to go outside a second ago, but now I do, I don't understand, but with enough study, some well-placed licks, and the occasional attack of slobber, I'll discover the truth.

WHOA, the explosion leaving my ass is insane, my god, it just keeps going, I think I"m lifting up in the air... "Holy s((t!," even the big lug is impressed, I have to try that more often. Instant poo.

"Sorry buddy, you're not coming in bed after that performance, you probably need some time alone to rest the hinny as it is." Damn, ixnay on the superpoopay, apparently the "controllers" won't let me in bed after I fill the yard with delicious tasting brown goop, I'll have to plan some other way.

Damn car

I've been told to start recording my thoughts as soon as they occur to me on my masters' assumption my memory only lasts a few seconds.
I believe they base this assumption on my unwillingness to let myself be entertained by their juvenile wanderings into the mysterious world of dogplay. Over time I will train them and reward them with more attention when they start performing up to par. But for now I will accede to their request to bury them in my wit, humor and the occasional silent, viciously nasty, explosion of internal gases.

My GOD who could know that running around in that white stuff could be so much fun!!! I would say I've bounded, slid, flew, slipped, rolled, crashed, burrowed, careened, juggernauted... I run out of adjectives for all of the amazing things you can do with a little bit of frozen crystals.
So I get out of the car, ready for another "sit, come, dance, recite the dictionary starting at 'A'" routine when mom leads me out into an enormous silky expanse, bordered by walls of stately evergreens with their curtained sleeves. I run foward, checking back every so often to make sure I don't have to go herd the two lumberers to join me and before I know it they're running with me, naturally not as gracefully, but regardless... My heart thunders, my paws crashing to through the snow to my ankles as we dodge and parry our way through the field.

When I think back to those moments climbing into the woods, sampling the delectable leaves and twigs, dancing, flinging... I regress. And I grow weary, my brain and heart thump with the memories, but unfortunately, my body may have been worn out. I'll sign off, and add some photos for you guys to peruse.

Just the other day I found myself to be quite useful in helping dadio fix his bike. Little did he know that I am the caped bicycle crusader. At first I decided just to watch but when I realized he had no idea what he was doing I decided to take action. All the bike needed was a little slobber on the chains as lubricant, a few kisses on the brake handles to fix those shaky brakes and a few sniffy nudges. Its too bad he doesn't know a thing about fixing bikes! Mom took some pictures (for some odd reason she was amused by my intimate knowledge of bicycle repair work-seriously people, thats just knowledge gained in vitro!!), Ill bug her to put them up.

Bicycle working

As per Solon's request

Bicycle

A bespectacled day

I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel when I look outside. Evan took me out earlier and I was so tired I didn’t even notice everything was covered in a cold powdery fluff (sometimes I feel like my vocabulary expands in leaps and bounds). I’m heading down the steps, cold and slippery as usual, and while padding out to my normal piss area I’m assaulted by ice crystals floating maliciously from every direction. Like little wasps they attacked me, swarming my sleek coat with the vengeful purpose of a wrathful god with nothing better to do than randomly send disaster upon his faithful acolytes. This is how I felt when I first ventured into the maelstrom and settled my rear into the customary release position. But on further inspection, I realized this powdery substance flying around me had benefits. It seemed Evan couldn’t dodge as quickly or lift me up from my fragilely reposed state as easily. In fact he rather resembled a bull on a skating rink. I honestly don’t know how some animals survive without 4 feet on the ground. I’ve been trying to balance that way and its just not natural. I try to pull my owners down to my level so they can see the benefits and I congratulate them extensively whenever they take the initiative and join me, but its like teaching a new language and I just don’t think they’re practicing when I’m not around, no matter how many licks of encouragement I give. I won’t need a miracle but perhaps a good saw would do the trick.

But I digress, here I sit, trapped in this prison of flimsy metal, waiting for the food and water and HONEY…mmm…honey… I know they will bring, but when I ask, I plead, I coax from the skies, when my relief come.

My Hectic Life

Whew, let me tell you, my owners are run run run. Granted I wake them at 6 am but hey, when I know a trip to the park is coming soon its like waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve. The park, ohhhh the park, acres of green grass, tall trees, hills, swamps, ice, tall grass and best of all, freedom. I can go this way and that, jet to the right, cross the path jet to the left, sniff the garbage can, pee on the bark, chase that pesky yellow ball as it rolls down the path and best yet meet others of my kind. Whew ohhh the park, its enough excitement to last a day. Just yesterday I met some fabulous older dogs (of whom sadly wouldn't let me steal their piece of trash) which I got to chase and sniff!

As if the park wasn't enough I then sometimes get play time with Bonnie, the Golden Retriever who lives just down the street, oh what fun what fun! Chasing her around the yard, dirt flying turning my ink black coat a nice milk chocolate brown, toppling over each other into a somersault, the joys of the morning.

Thankfully my owners have jobs, cause otherwise I don't think I would be able to sleep a wink, and boy do I love chasing those squirrels in my dreams, tongue hanging out, a few howls and barks for good measure. Only if I could get my owners to give me full rein of their bed and couch, and when I say full reign I mean stretch out and cover the bed diagonally just to take up some extra space type of full reign. I'm sure I'll find a way, but until then Ill just settle for free back scratches and tons of treats!

PICTURES ARE HERE!!! Watch me grow up!!

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