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!