The Beach

I think we lived here before. There are lots of similar smells and things I am getting re-familiarized with. I don't know why we move so much and it's always the same two places. One is really hot and cold and the other is always perfect. Hmmm...

So yesterday my (human) parents and sister and I went to my all time favorite place here. The Beach. At least that's what they call it. It's this little ride out to this yucky water they call the Potomac or something. I get to run a lot and then I romp around in the sand and water. My sister has a blast because she apparently likes the sand almost as much as I do. She likes to dig like me and and make a complete mess. It's so much fun because everyone gets involved.

Mom always takes pictures and today was no exception. In fact, I think I even got more camera time than my sister. I am just that good. They usually post the pictures on the other blog (OLC), but I'll see if I can't get some shots up here. It's important that you see the new and improved me.

I seriously think my parents were impressed with my stamina today, too. Normally, it's standard procedure to dig for about 45 seconds, fetch 2-3 rounds, and then lounge in the sun and sand for the remainder of time with some random digs in between. Nothing to make me exert myself too much. God forbid. I am too handsome for all that nonsense. Today, however, I was going to town. I didn't sit still. I was so excited to be at The Beach that I couldn't help myself from playing and swimming (ok, more like wading)...it was a blast. Look, I am not a LAB-I don't need to swim to be active. I can clean the sand off my paws and snout and do a few shimmies. I'm just fine with that level of activity. It not only suits me, it suits my being.

Stay tuned for the pictures of that day.

I'm BACK!

So I got here yesterday, to the new house. It's nice I guess but it has those annoying floors I hate walking on. They put all these soft fancy rugs everywhere but I hate jumping from island to island.

I don't like that I have to go downstairs to the scary place they call a basement in order to go out. It just seems excessive. I haven't met the neighbors yet, but I have alerted them a little bit to my presence.

It rained today and while I normally refuse to go out in anything other than 70 degree sunny weather; it was fun to explore my new territory. They lit a fire in this special place inside the house and that was really nice. I got entirely too hot too soon though. So I left for another room.

I noticed that the kitchen does not have many of those little rugs for me. Was this intentional? If so, I am not very happy about that. I briefly noted a fantastic entire ROOM of food, they call it the pantry. There's even another refrigerator in there. It's a matter of time before I get involved in that room.

That's all for now. I am still involved in surveying this new place and will keep you posted.

They call me a HERO

So I am still in Brooklyn, keeping everyone safe. They are all amazed that I knew there was a mugging in process across the street. HOW MANY TIMES do I have to pace and howl and alert these "humans" with my ridge? I mean, I huff and puff, running around, and after 10 or so minutes, they finally get it. What gives?

They tell me I am headed back to my parents' new house in Virginia. If that's the same place we lived a few years back, I'll remain here, thanks. All that stuff that made my feet itch was NOT fun. Besides, I hate that air there-it's too hot. The only good thing about that place was that my [human] parents used to take me to this place they called the beach. I could dig holes in the sand and run for miles. It was pretty fun. Now with the addition of the little human girl (and I keep hearing them talk about having "more") who seems to be here for the long haul, I am not so sure how this will all play out.

My parents told me that they were looking at rescuing a bitch playmate for me. That's how I came to live with them. I hope it's another Ridgeback. We really are pretty particular when it comes to other breeds. I mean, if I have to share my space with another canine, it could at least be of the same kind so that I know what to expect. I am not a fan of drool, slobber, excessive bodily noises, or attention stealing. If any of these things occur from said "rescue", I will unfortunately have to resort to bringing this to the attention of my human parents. I don't like having to "act out" (their words) but sometimes they are so blind they don't realize what I need.

I'll keep you posted on my pending arrival at the new house in Virginia....and the status of the bitch.

What gives?

So I am summering in NY and apparently it's falling into FALL. My parents and sister came to visit me this weekend. Truth be told, I was really excited to see them. I made sure they realized though, that things have changed. They left me here. I know that they said it was temporary and it was for the best since they couldn't take me with them, but still.

Don't get me wrong, I love my grandparents here in Brooklyn. I have changed though. I am a city dog. I am a badass. I sit on the stoop and survey all the people. I am used to the chaos and noise that is New York City. I get treats ALL the time from my family here. Honestly, I am not sure if I want to go back with them in this awesome new house they keep talking about. I heard them say something about the floors in the new house. They are those annoying ones that I walk backwards on. What is the deal with these? They call them hardwood I think. Why can't every room have that warm carpet I love to whip up? If only I ruled the world....

So I am towing the line here for a few more weeks. That's what they tell me anyway. I am sure I will have lots to report after I go back with my parents (if I let them take me from here, that is).

Summering in NY

As most of you know, I have been spending the summer in NY with my Grandparents. Apparently my human parents are in a place where they *brace for it* don't like big canines. I know, I can't imagine a world like that either. So I am here for the summer. At first I didn't like all the noise of the people here. The keep calling it "the city". I thought there could be lots of cities but apparently this one is the best. Here are the things I have noticed so far this summer:

*There isn't a lot of grass here in Brooklyn. My nails seem to stay nice and trim.
*People here are loud. Everything is louder-cars, people, and there is a lot of NOISE.
*It's really humid and sticky here and I don't like sweating.
*I heart A/C.
*The stuff in the backyard makes me eat my paws incessantly, so I love that my grandmother washes me off everyday after my walk. It soothes me.
*I have lost weight.
*I am learning to walk on flooring other than carpet.
*I still don't like it.
*I HEART stoops. I hope we have one in our new house when I go back to my human parents.
*I'm a badass dog city dog now.
*Don't mess with me.

That's it for now.

Thanks JLo

Dear Jennifer-Lynn,
Thank you so much for thinking of me and giving my mom the most delicious steak bones leftover from your dinner. They were delicious, although man- can you guys polish off any hint of steak, or what!?! Next time, don't be so stingy.

Sorry, guess I can't really be that picky.

Anyway-thanks. It's going to be helpful in my patio pooping mission later.
Good lookin' out.
Leo C

Two can play at this game

My sister locked me in the closet the other morning and it just so happened to be the morning that my Mother was making the most smellerific breakfast. She was making bacon and sausage and other things and I could smell them from inside the closet. My Mom didn't know I was locked in the closet because she, well, couldn't hear me. I started to howl and cry a little but with all the chaos going on (my sister had a friend staying with us for a few days), she didn't hear. I barked my desperate bark-similar to the one when I have been outside for longer than 47 seconds and need to make sure they didn't forget me.

Alas, my Mother knew something was wrong when I didn't come downstairs with the smell of pig in the pan wafting throughout the house. She found me and I proceeded to nearly knock everyone over to get to the kitchen.

So my sister better watch out, because I am onto her. And I will make a point of getting back...