Couch Training

I work daily to increase humans' tolerance to my presence on the couch. Patience and persistence have paid off; I am ON. In the first photo I demonstrate a technique to communicate my intolerance of so-called furniture "throws," blankets, and other such fabric "protectors."

Unfortunately, humans are slow to learn (refer to second photo). I am not discouraged. Baby steps, patience, persistence - all useful training habits, as is manipulation. The canine pilates pose pictured above usually evokes some sympathy, eliciting such comments as "Doesn't her back hurt?" and "How long can she stay like that?" I'll tell you. As long as it takes me to get back on the couch.

Frustration

Since my skunk and porcupine encounters I am more often tethered to this annoying cable. I've discovered if I exhibit my frustration via digging holes, itching, biting objects, etc, I am more often taken for walks and car rides. In this photo I've tried a combined approach: itching my neck and biting the cable while lying in a hole I've dug.

Fern Hunt

In these photos I have caught the scent of a rodent but actually snacked on a beetle. Since I've entered my late single digits, I've discovered the joys of hunting smaller, six-legged prey. Insect hunting requires fine motor skill, dexterity, and patience. It can be conducted in a small space, even while hooked to a six foot cable. Yet within this small circumference lies an aura of danger - particularly with wasps, bees, and such. Insect prey are particularly appealing in hot weather, as I have less desire to exert myself. This becomes especially crucial when my cable becomes entangled in the surrounding foliage as: (1) my available circumference is even more limited, and; (2) my exertion must then focus on breaking the cable and/or aforementioned foliage.

Betsy Lighthouse

Forgive my reluctance to be photographed during our Betsy Lighthouse visit. It was hot and I was in no mood for paparazzi. I am happy to report while my captors were distracted I managed to roll in a dead fish.

Porcupine Encounter

Yesterday I had my first adventure with a porcupine. Quills were removed from my nose, mouth, tongue, gums, face and chest. (A quick note to Dr. Daly: thanks for the drugs.) At least I'm allowed back in the house. And yes, I still smell heavenly.

Campfire

I apologize for the lack of postings, but it seems I have been unfairly ostracised simply for capturing a skunk. No one would take pictures of my catch - everyone was busy holding their noses or trying to find a way to make me drop my prize. Absolutely no appreciation for the finer scents in life. I've had two baths and, for the most part, am required to remain outside. Luckily, Monica's car still harbors the memory of my fine day via its lovely fragrance. (I'm certain the scent will still be there when she returns to St. Paul.) These are pictures of my cruel owners trying to smoke the scent off of me.

Dune Walk, Sunset, Moonrise

These dunes overlook the beach where I walk in the morning and sometimes meet my friend, Tug. Tug is out of town and I won't see him until next week. But Karl and Yvonne are visiting, so we took a short walk to watch the sunset and the moonrise.