Spring is here.

Everyone loves spring. It is finally nice to get outside and enjoy the world. We had an early spring, an easy melt and things are staring to grow. Visitors appear in the yard, some I don't mind, other are my mortal enemies. Those who feed me, like to see this guy to the right, a spring Robin. He doesn't bother me I see him in the yard all the time. Now there are some other guys who have show up here every year they tell me i just don't like them. There is something inside of me that doesn't like these characters, they call them Mallards. I stalk them, get close, then burst after them. They take off, but I have shown them who is boss. As I say, just something inside I don't like about them. There is a pond that forms in the front of the yard. Some years the duck can swim front the front to the back. Not this year, and I make sure they are not comfortable. So they seem now to have left the yard. The other good part about spring is when we go to the park for a walk there are a lot more buddies to play with. These guys are fun, they are puppies, so sometimes they try my patience. But they listen to me pretty well when I tell them to settle down Beavis. When did I become the grumpy old man that must have rules. Spring also means vet time. I have a couple more bumps. Same thing as the other, Lipomas, not a problem, but just something to be watched. 1cm in length so we have to watch it. The one who feeds me has been looking on the Internet. She was thinking of something she read about, the 'Raw" diet. The Vet said that she wouldn't suggest it. She gets concerned about Salmonella, not for me, apparently I am find, but I can pass it to humans and the preoaration has to be very careful. We do get a lot of visits from my extended pack mates, so it is probably not a good thing in a busy household. I did a bit of a raw diet yesterday. Found a really nice deer leg in the woods and was chomping down on it. They took it away. I have found the same leg about three times so far, so I will find it again. Oh yes of course, I am too fat. Fat, fat water rat. So I am eating calorie reduced rocks. I don't care, I eat anything and it doesn't bother me. Vet says I'm 104, I was 102, she figures 90 would be good. A 90 pound weakling, the other puppies will kick sand in my face. Actually the Vet said I had great muscle tone, so I get enough exercise, just want to lose a layer of fat around my chest. They want those ribs to show on a Weim. Actually no one cares what I look like, they just want a bit less strain on my knees. As I say, I don't care I eat what thy give me.

Almost Spring

Those who feed me haven't really been keeping up my Blog entries. But, they don't listen so I have to wait until a quiet Sunday morning. The final weekend of winter has come and gone and spring is right around the corner. That will be nice. Those who feed me took me for a walk along the river. They have a new camera for Christmas so they were not a lot of fun, more of a lens always poking at me. No matter although the sounds of the ice groaning and cracking is not Those who feed me's most favourite sound, we still managed to enjoy the walk. Because of the invisible fence I always wait at the top of the hill to be "invited" down the stairs to the river. I'm no dummy.

As I said, the vracking of the ice grabs your attention. I was particularly interested with the groans and rumbles. They start on the other side and ripple right across, it is a bit of an odd sound, and I think I could also feel the vibration. Walks are good, you can run, sniff and roll. All my favourite activities.

There are other things that I like as well. That includes, going home and then taking a nap. I do those very well, especially when the sun returns and there are actually hot spots on the floor. Mmmmmmmm, hot spots on the floor.

So what's next.

"Those who feed me" haven't been very good about my Blog. I tell them everyday, my fans need me to tell them what is going on in my world.

Sleep, walk, eat, sleep, eat, chew, sleep, then do it all again, everyday, it's a great life for puppy.

What else could anybody want. Sometimes my knee hurts a bit after a walk, usually when the walk become a bound about with a buddy and a bit of ice thrown in for good measure. But generally all is good. "Those who feed me" found, (you would have to be blind not to), a bummp, on my leg. They took me to the vet, of course and they stuck a needle in it to get some fluid. Well from the tests say it a "Lipomas", just a bump. One of those watch it, if it grows, we will get rid of it. Doesn't bother me, but I suspect that "Those who feed me" will get rid of it in the spring.

"Those who feed me", think they are feeding the birds. I know better it's the friggin squirrels they are feeding. I have come to a an uneasy peace with these guys. Chipmonks no, hate those little buggers, chase them anytime. But the squirrels, I have given up on them. Bunnies used to be a problem. They don't seem to be anymore. I am not sure why, I have seen Owls around the yard. In fact one swopped down and grabbed a bunny that i was chasing. Now the Owl tried to get away but I chased him. I would say about 30 yards or so, the Owl had trouble getting any height, I guess because of the weight. Well I kept up, only about six feet behind and he finally dropped it.

It was mine, mmmmm, I don't know what i was going to do with it, but I just beginning to get some good ideas when "Those who feed me started to pull me away. It actually pissed me off, eventually I told him so and put my mouth on his arm and just gave it a little squeeze. You know just kinda saying, "Hey this is a pretty cool bunny, I would like to explore the possibilities". Well I don't know, communication with "Those who feed me" is usually pretty good but this time my gentle reminder was met with a thump and a put down, right there on the drive way. I was on the leash for a bit after that. Geez talk about being a meany.

We had a visitor today as well. Maybe he has something to do with the bunny population disappearing. We figure he is a Coyote, maybe a hybred Coyote/Wolf, we have them in Eastern Canada. I didn't like him in the front yard and told him as much. "Those who feed me" wouldn't let me go out and make speaks with him face to face. Would have told him a thing or two. I am guessing that "Those who feed me" have seen him a few times because they come out with me at night for my final pee before bed and I have been sniffing plenty of tracks that don't belong in the snow.

Oh it's winter. Seems like "Those who feed me" have time on their hands, it's the only time that they update the Blog. "Those who feed me" also got a new camera, actually two for Christmas. I am forever having one pointed at me, what do they want geez, the things I put up with,