Buddy the Photo Dog Blog

PYN-Addendum

2012-01-26T11:36:00.000-05:00

addendum-noun

a thing to be added; an addition.

Great minds and all that...look what I found!!

http://www.singleservecoffee.com/archives/011743.php

http://www.juvieshop.com/item/pick_your_nose_party_animals_cups/1471

Gonna have to try these out.

Love,
Buddy

Pick Your Nose

2012-01-26T11:24:00.002-05:00

You can pick your friends,
You can pick your nose,
but.....
You can't pick your friend's nose.

No, I am not (really!) obsessing about bodily functions.
It isn't that I don't have a lot to say about bodily functions, 'cause I do, but that is for another day.

I ran across this website and just had to share 'cause I thought it was awesomely funny. I do however think that they should do a set with canine noses, or even better animal noses. How would I look with a rhino nose?

Love,
Buddy

Fart Proudly

2012-01-20T23:49:00.000-05:00

Oh come on now, everybody does it!

Now before you start in on me for talking about farts, Fart Proudly is the name of an essay by Benjamin Franklin, so blame him.

But then again, I found some interesting facts about farts and thought I would share, so you can blame me for the rest.

Did you know that termites are the largest producers of farts, so now you can't blame the cows for global warming.

Oh, and then I found this most comprehensive site on farts, I mean this person has really put a lot of time and effort into the subject.

Test your fart knowledge, and find fart jokes.

Go, have fun, but please, don't send pictures.

Love,
Buddy

Listen to the "Bark Side"

2012-01-19T20:33:00.000-05:00

A teaser from Volkswagen for the Super Bowl.

My two cents....why suffer through all that football when you have the internet.

Love,
Buddy

Can We Talk?

2012-01-18T20:51:00.000-05:00

I guess I am going to have to go back to school.

I thought I was a well educated dog. Even when Spencer came along (taller, stronger, better behaved Spencer) and knew more words than I did, I still thought I was pretty darn intelligent. I learned all Spencer's words and then pretended I didn't understand....now that is smart in my book.

Then I found this dog who knows a lot more than I do. She knows over 1000 words!

Obviously I can't let another dog know more than I do and since online learning is my educational method of choice, my first line of attack begins with Dictionary dot com. One of their links, Word Dynamo, is full of word games; all different grade levels, subjects, and languages. I did pretty good on the Latin prefix words, fairly well on the Twelve Absolutely Ridiculous Words, and not at all well on French.

Check it out and see how well you can do, then we'll compare notes. (I'm not competitive, really!)

Love,
Buddy

Luna Pulchra (beautiful moon)

2012-01-17T19:48:00.000-05:00

Have you ever wanted to stand out in the back yard and howl at the moon? Well, I have to tell you that the full moon for January was one worth howling at.

I love the moon, it is bright, it is beautiful, and it makes it easy to see critters in the backyard in the middle of the night. I especially love the full moon because that is when the moon is at its greatest glory. We (inhabitants of Earth) need the moon.

Did you know that each full moon of the year has a name? In fact, it appears that over the ages, different names have been given by varied cultures to the full moons.

Find some really interesting facts about the moon here. And here. And here. And here. Did you know we are only able to see one side of the moon?

Ever want to know when a full moon occurred, or is going to occur?

Can you pass the moon quiz? I got a 60% my first try.

And I can't let you go without sending you to a real moon lunatic (I know, I know...redundant) and the most interesting moon page I came across. Informaation including, but not restricted to: phases, facts, events, maps, dates of full moons on Friday the 13th or Halloween. How cool is that!

And just think, every day the moon is different, and every twenty-nine and a half days we get to do it all over again.

Love,
Buddy

Recycle your Christmas Cards

2012-01-15T18:25:00.000-05:00

Now that the food has been consumed, the dishes are done, the decorations have been packed and the tree put away, it is time to go through all the lovely Christmas cards you received this year (or maybe the ones you never dealt with last year). First, update your address list, because that is important and you don't want to lose track of your family, friends or passing acquaintances. Then decide what you are going to do with the cards 'cause it would be a shame to throw them out.

If you want to make something for next Christmas...

Or help a charity...

Whatever you decide, have fun!

Love,
Buddy

Got Milk?

2012-01-11T10:52:00.000-05:00

Photo of a milk splash by Denis-Carl Robidoux on Flickr -
noncommercial use permitted with attribution

Milk Day is today.

Milk is the state beverage of New York.

Real milk comes from cows.

A sports drink?

The best thing about milk? Ice Cream!

Love,
Buddy

Happy Birthday Stephen Hawking!

2012-01-08T18:21:00.000-05:00

Stephen Hawking: 'There is no heaven; it's a fairy story'

Exploring Stephen Hawking's 'Unfettered Mind'

Professor Stephen W. Hawking

Love,

Buddy

Epiphany

2012-01-06T11:37:00.000-05:00

Remember those Twelve Days of Christmas we talked about last month?

Well, here we are-the twelve days are up and we have arrived at Epiphany. (there are other, more religious definitions too)

I rather like the idea of epiphany, not only is it an extension of the Christmas season, but it sorta represents a birthday party when you think about it.

I think a Three Kings Cake and some gifts are in order. Why stop the celebrations at New Year's Day when winter has only just begun?

Love,
Buddy

Did you know....

2012-01-04T15:00:00.000-05:00

...that January is National Thank You month along with National Volunteer Blood Donor month?

Its official.
Now go give blood
and
Thank you.

Love,
Buddy

res·o·lu·tion

2012-01-02T22:29:00.000-05:00

http://hitgirl.wordpress.com/2011/01/01/new-years-resolutions-a-word-of-caution/

res·o·lu·tion n (rez-uh-loo-shuh n)
1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.

2. A resolving to do something.

3. A course of action determined or decided on.

4. A formal statement of a decision or expression of opinion put before or adopted by an assembly such as the U.S. Congress.

I hear about "resolution" all the time. When a camera comes out, resolution gets discussed. When a photograph needs to be taken, resolution gets discussed. When printing needs to be done, resolution gets discussed. However, none of these things get put off until New Year's Day just because of the resolution. Humans!

Apparently most resolutions never get fulfilled, I am guessing it must be those resolutions involving definition # 4 and Congress.

The only resolution I intend to make for 2012 is to not make any resolutions.

Love,

Buddy

Happy New Year?

2012-01-01T13:49:00.000-05:00

Is this the last time we inhabitants of Earth will get to celebrate a New Year's Day? If so, then today is very special indeed. However, if it isn't the "last" New Year's Day is it any less enjoyable or important?

I suppose by now almost everyone has heard of the famous (of infamous) Mayan long count calendar whose cycle ends on the winter solstice in our year 2012. A lot of people have different theories on exactly what this means.

When you read all this stuff, please keep in mind that the measurement of time is man made. Time passes, seasons change, the Moon orbits the Earth, the Earth orbits the Sun, the Sun has its place in the Orion Belt of the Milky Way, the Milky Way has its place in our Universe. We Earthlings have no control over the occurrences of solstices and equinoxes or when they happen. We only mark time showing when they happen.

So, let me tell you that I don't give a rat's patootie that the Mayan calendar has come to the end of its cycle, I don't care what dire (or other) predictions are being made, I don't even care is something really does happen or if nothing at all happens.

You see, whatever happens at whatever time, I have no control over it. I can't make it start, I can't make it stop, I can't make it happen or not happen. However, I do have control over what I do and how I react.
So, I intend to;
savor life and all its offerings
wag my tail with enthusiasm
bark to the best of my ability
live my life with purpose.
love as much as I can
hug as often as I can
laugh as hard as I can,
take chances
give chances
be

You should too. Happy New Year.

Love,
Buddy

The week of limbo...

2011-12-27T19:27:00.000-05:00

Well...
That was fun....food, music, food, pretty lights, food, gifts and did I mention food? I have been in a food coma for three days and have only now recovered enough to sit at the computer.

Christmas was certainly enjoyable, I can hardly wait until the next one rolls around.

Now we begin the week of limbo, the week between Christmas and New Year, the week between gatherings, the week when everyone is still relishing the glow of Christmas and looking forward to the revelry of New Year, the week when no one really wants to do any work.

It is a week to ponder.
Ponder the year past, ponder the year to come, ponder all those resolutions.

It is also a week to plan.
Oh sure, there is New Year's Eve to consider. There will be a party, drinks, food, music and how to get home. However, I am more concerned about the food for New Year's Day. The traditional food that is consumed to insure a happy and prosperous year. I am making a list (and checking it twice) because I take my food seriously, especially if it is going to bring me good luck.

More later....

Love,
Buddy

Happy Yule Day!

2011-12-22T13:32:00.000-05:00

Happy Yule Day to you.
Happy Yule Day to you.
Haaa-ppy Yulllle Daaay dear Pagan.and.any.others.who.wish.to celebraaaaaate.
Happy Yule Day to you.

http://www.earthwitchery.com/yule.html

http://www.wicca.com/celtic/akasha/yule.htm

I'm all for the sun coming back around to this part of the world.
(not looking forward to the long cold winter)

Love,
Buddy

Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning?

2011-12-20T23:42:00.000-05:00

Oh oh oh it is almost time and all the humans are getting excited.

The most interesting topics of conversation revolve around the pretty packages under the tree.

The first question is do the gifts get opened Christmas Eve or Christmas Day?

If the answer is Christmas morning then the next question is do gifts from Santa get wrapped or not?

Once that is answered the next question is do the presents all get opened in one free for all or do they get opened one at a time?

However, if the answer to the first question is Christmas Eve then the second question is how long do we have to wait on Christmas Eve before we get to open the packages, followed by do they all get opened at once or one at a time?

Who knew opening a package could get so complicated!

I am all for Christmas Eve so there is more room for the stuff Santa brings. I'm not sure I have the patience for opening one gift at a time, I kinda like the idea of a free for all, but hey just give me a bone to chew on and I won't care.

Oh, and don't forget to go look at all the light.....that's one of the best parts of the season.

http://www.christmasdisplays.net/

Love,
Buddy

Oh, and Santa, if you are reading this... I really have been a good boy, or at least I have tried, or at least I thought about trying, well....I'll try next year...I promise.

A week?

2011-12-16T12:02:00.001-05:00

Really! Christmas happens in a week? When?What?How?

How did we go from "oh, Christmas is later this month" to "Christmas is a week away"?

Oh the stress........................

Well, I guess I need to take a deep breath, take a step back and let's see what needs to be done.

Tell friends and family how much I love them? Check.

Christmas tree up? Check.

Christmas tree decorated? Check.

Christmas letter typed? Check.

Christmas cards addressed? Check.

Christmas cards mailed? Check.

Christmas tree acquired? Check.

Christmas tree decorated? Check.

Presents bought? Check.

Presents wrapped? Check.

Presents mailed? Check.

Tell my friends and family how much they mean to me? Check.

Hmmmmmm....maybe there is no need to be stressed....maybe I'm gonna be okay.....maybe everything is gonna work out, no sweat, no problem.

Maybe I can look forward to...oh yes, Christmas dinner!!

Love,

Buddy

On-line, Catalog or Brick and Mortar?

2011-12-12T22:13:00.000-05:00

Some people just don't like shopping.

Some people thrive on it.

Some people don't like to talk on the phone.

Some people thrive on it.

In my opinion (and I am an expert on my opinion) on-line shopping is the best of all worlds. Those that don't like to go to the mall can get their gift buying done without having to find a parking place, pass the bell ringers at the door, put up with the crowds, or wear their feet to nubs.

Those that like the mall, can let their fingers do the walking on the computer keyboard and once all the goodies have been found on-line can go to the store and get their shopping high in person.

Personally, I like to go through all the catalogs the nice mailman brings, go on-line to order, then the nice mailman delivers the gifts right to my door.

These are interesting on-line catalog sites:

L L Bean

FREE SHIPPING!

Sundance

Edmund Scientific's

Signals

Woolrich

Betty's Attic

Retro to the Max

Hammacher Schlemmer

Acorn

Bas Bleu

National Geographic

Hickory Farms

Stonewall Kitchen

Cheryl's

Wisconsin Cheeseman

The Popcorn Factory

Wind & Weather

The Metropolitan Museum of Art Store

Wolferman's

X-treme geek

Catalog Favorites

Norm Thompson

Herrington

Nueske's

The BEST meat I ever wrapped a tongue around!

Sometimes I get so engrossed in the catalogs, I forget that I am actually shopping. I thrive on it.

I hate to admit this, and I wouldn't tell just anyone, but I had every one of these catalogs sitting right here by the computer, with duplicates of LLBean (five of them) and Nueske's (only two). Most of them are from this year but I did find a couple dated 2008! Maybe a little spring cleaning is in order.

The good thing is I am now done with all my Christmas shopping. Now aren't you jealous?

Love,
Buddy

To Tree or Not to Tree...That is the Question

2011-12-11T14:30:00.001-05:00

Or is the question in your family "real" vs "artificial"?
I'm willing to give artificial a chance, especially if they have a bit of character.

http://www.neatorama.com/2007/12/03/worlds-most-unusual-christmas-trees/

http://www.oddee.com/item_96916.aspx

http://shop.treetopia.com/topnav/Category-Tree--Style-Funky

http://curiousphotos.blogspot.com/2009/12/100-unusual-christmas-trees.html

http://www.latimes.com/travel/deals/la-trb-offbeat-traveler-christmas-trees-20111205,0,3341210.photogallery

http://www.toptenz.net/top-10-most-unusual-christmas-trees.php

http://www.squidoo.com

Once upon a Christmas, a long time ago, a young married couple were expecting their first child. Money was tight and a tree was a luxury they could not afford. They went out, picked up a tumbleweed a fence had captured, and carried it home. It was placed on the dining table, the only place in the apartment large enough to hold the dried plant (it turned out to be a lot bigger inside the house than it looked outside the house). First they sprayed it with a fifty cent can of artificial snow. Then they decorated it with red licorice and small red balls that cost $1.00 at the Five and Dime. It didn't matter that there were no gifts under the "tree", it made them happy to have their own and unusual Christmas decoration. Christmas was lean that year but the tumbleweed Christmas tree gave a feeling of cheer and hope. It sort of represented the toughness of their life and the resilience of their spirit. The couple had many years of Christmas trees, some real trees, some artificial, but never one as special as their first.

So you see, a Christmas tree doesn't have to be a real tree, it doesn't have to be a tree at all. It just has to be what fits your life.

Love,
Buddy

Season of Giving

2011-12-10T21:35:00.001-05:00

Giving gifts may not be the main reason to celebrate Christmas, but it certainly has become a big part of the season, and there is nothing wrong with that. Gifts are something to look forward to, something that makes everyone feel better; the recipient and the giver. Gifts are something that get you through the winter.

It is my opinion that gifts don't have to cost a lot to be meaningful. In fact there are times when homemade gifts, one's that have really been thought out and personal, can be the best gifts of all.

However, homemade gifts take time, so if you are going to do it, now is the time to start.

So, whom do you need to gift? Make a list, check it twice.

Now, what do you want to gift?

A personalize gift basket?

Soap or lotion?

Light up my life?

Gifts in a jar?

Feel like spending some time in the kitchen?

Sew much?

Sew and no sew?

No cost?

Now, go make Christmas happen!

Love,
Buddy

Drying your hands....

2011-12-08T17:54:00.001-05:00

What's up with taking paper towels from restrooms and installing electric, hot-air-blowing, pretend hand drying, machines? They don't work you know. Have you ever noticed how many people are walking out of restrooms with semi-damp hands? I only hope they are damp from water.

Not that it bothers me all that much, I lick my paws (and other body parts) to get them clean , but I have noticed some discontent among the humans.

I know, I know..... environmentally responsible, living green, easier to clean, less vandalism, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Have you ever tried to wipe a child's face with an electric hand dryer?

Or better yet, think about how many surfaces get touched between doing the deed and washing the hands? Don't you wish now that you had a paper towel in your hands rather than an electric, hot-air-blowing, pretend hand drying, machine?

Love,
Buddy

Christmas Cards

2011-12-07T21:47:00.001-05:00

One of my favorite parts of the holiday seasons is hearing from the far-flung friends and family who send cards and letters. I love the annual "catch-up" letters where every good thing that happened all year gets chronicled. They are ever so much better if read out loud to a group (a couple of bottles of wine couldn't hurt) with an English accent in Shakespearean style.

The first "official" Christmas card. Read all about it here.

Even though these are the "holy days"; a time of spiritual reflection, sharing, and giving, a bit of funky and fun can be incorporated in gifts and cards.

Funny site with a bit of quirkiness.
Five downloadable cards, & link to a commercial site.

A commercial site with more than just Christmas cards.

Commercial site with stickers, labels and more.

Commercial site, all kinds of cards from business to personal.

Links to free e-cards sites and American Greetings.

Get into the spirit and start writing those letters.

Love,
Buddy

The Twelve Days of Christmas!

2011-12-06T21:00:00.001-05:00

Now don't go gettin' your knickers in a twist....
I know that it isn't the start of the 12 Days of Christmas....
In fact, I know that the 12 Days of Christmas don't even start UNTIL Christmas.

However, I was ~~browsing~~ studying and found all this really ~~good~~ great stuff and felt the need to share.

Click and play.

Now wasn't that fun?

Love,

Buddy

Okay, NOW you can start thinking about Christmas.

2011-12-01T20:24:00.001-05:00

Today is December 1st. Well, at least it is December 1st where I live and I think that today should be the first day Christmas decorations should be allowed in stores.

I don't mind retailers having sales before Thanksgiving, or putting out merchandise that I would consider buying as a Christmas present for someone. In fact, I rather like getting stuff all year and putting it in the back of the closet in anticipation of the holiday season.

However, I would very much like to enjoy the time between the Fourth of July and Thanksgiving without having decorated trees, colored balls, and tinsel stuffed down my throat whenever I enter a store. Can't you just WAIT?

Please let me enjoy one holiday at a time. You don't want me getting confused and putting sparklers in the turkey do you?

Love,
Buddy

Way cool photographs...

2011-11-30T19:17:00.001-05:00

Now I am on a mission.

Having started this conversation about interesting photographs, I needed to go out (and spent wa-a-a-a-a-y too much time surfing the internet) and find more, more more. You can thank me later.

First I Googled the term "unique photographs" and the first page was full of professional photography studios touting themselves as unique. So my question is... how unique can you be if everyone else is unique as well?

Then I looked for "way cool photographs" and found some amazing images, (and spent wa-a-a-a-a-y too much time surfing the internet). You can thank me later.

Anyway, I did track down some sites that I found interesting for your amusement. Enjoy.

Denis Darzacq

Prepare to spend a lot of time here. Lots and lots of way cool pictures.

Cool pictures and tutorials on how to do them.

This one caught my eye, it seems to have the work of several artists.

This is a fun site despite it being a site for "fashion trends and glamorous models". Check out the "funny" gallery.

Most are a little over the top for me, but I think I am in love.

Take a look around, try not to get sucked into the blackhole of internet exploring. You can thank me later.

Love,
Buddy

Photographers

2011-11-29T17:55:00.001-05:00

I have noticed that when the artist and the photographer come back from an expedition that they take very different pictures. They go to the same place but they look at the world differently.

For instance,

this is David's picture.

and this...

is the one Ronnie took the same day.

See what I mean?

This is the site of a photographer with a lot of interesting images.
Most of the site isn't written in English, but I have no trouble understanding the photos.
My favorites are the Riddles.

Guess what this is...

or this?

Now, go...have fun!

Love,
Buddy

Is this what you mean by "going green"?

2011-11-28T23:46:00.001-05:00

Love,
Buddy

Ready for Something New?

2011-11-25T10:00:00.000-05:00

I think this just might be the last post about food for Thanksgiving (only because I now have to turn my attention to Christmas) but I couldn't let the weekend pass with out giving some pointers in what to do with all the leftovers.

One of the best things about having such a large amount of food cooked for one day isn't just having a full (or in my case, overfull) stomach. It is all the wonderful leftovers to be consumed over the weekend. That's why Thanksgiving is on Thursday you know (not really).

Again I am sending you to;

All Recipes

A new one, Ready Set Eat

Another new one, About dot com Southern Food

And please be careful with the care and feeding of your leftover turkey.

Love,
Buddy

Happy Thanksgiving

2011-11-24T07:00:00.000-05:00

No matter who you are, no matter where you live, I am grateful you are part of my life.

Love,

Buddy

Save Room for Dessert!

2011-11-23T20:14:00.001-05:00

No Thanksgiving is complete without a tiny bit of dessert. I am all for having the pie while waiting on the turkey but for some reason the humans don't agree with that order of doing things.

Of course if you have waited until the last minute and forgot to plan dessert, you can always run down to the corner grocery and buy some yummy tidbit already made. But if you are all about doing it from scratch....

All Recipes

The Food Network

AND

Taste of Home

...all have wonderful recipes suitable for any Thanksgiving table.

Go forth and bake, then have a wonderful time sharing with family and friends.

Love,
Buddy

Side Kicks

2011-11-22T13:21:00.001-05:00

For me, the main attraction for Thanksgiving is the turkey but I guess at some point I have to admit that the side dishes can lend to the overall success of dinner.

So, in that vein, I have found a couple of sites with a whole slew of recipes. Of course, for all those vegetarians these would be all important.

I really like the Food Network
(and profess a certain love for Paula Deen).

You can't go wrong with anything from Southern Living.

Now, go find something really yummy, fill out your grocery list, and get busy, it is almost time!

Love,
Buddy

PS Don't drink and fry!

Please sir, may I have some more....

2011-11-19T18:57:00.001-05:00

I'm not going to say that I am obsessed with the food for this Thanksgiving, but I will say that I do think about it just about every morning when I get up....and pretty much every evening before I go to bed, oh and maybe at lunch and mid-morning and late afternoon, and early evening....and pretty much the rest of the day too. Oh well, maybe I am obsessed.

Anyway, I came across this recipe for turkey cooked in a slow cooker, which I really hadn't thought of, but when you think about it is a good idea for one or two people who aren't cooking for a crowd, or if you are eating at Aunt August's house and won't have any leftovers of your own, and you NEED leftovers because they are the BEST thing about Thanksgiving dinner.

Of course if you are going to have turkey you absolutely NEED mashed potatoes as a side, or in some cases (like Aunt August's youngest daughter Maddie) mashed potatoes are the main dish with a bit of turkey on the side.

Try this recipe for traditional taters.

Go here for more potato information, including some non-traditional offerings.

I can hardly wait!!

Love,
Buddy

Dogs can be useful and entertaining too!

2011-11-17T19:45:00.001-05:00

Static Dog

I've had a hard day. I had a bone. A great big, juicy, meaty bone.

Doorman Dog

Well, really it was Spencer's bone. I have one too, but I hid mine.

A Really Talented Dog Jesse

I wanted to chew on ~~Spencer's~~ my bone on the bed, but the humans wouldn't let me.

and my favorite Murdock.

I bet if I could open the fridge and fetch a beer, they'd let me chew a bone on the bed. Sheesh!

Love,
Buddy

Happy Birthday Georgia O'Keeffe!

2011-11-15T19:02:00.001-05:00

I believe I would rather have Stieglitz like something - anything I had done - than anyone else I know.

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never

I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

It is so spontaneous. And after singing, I think the violin.

Since I cannot sing, I paint.

The days you work are the best days.

My favorite photo of Georgia by Ansel Adams

One day a hummingbird flew in--
It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella--
--When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny--
...You were like the humming bird to me...
And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together--
--It is not that I fear the knowing--
It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.

~Georgia O'Keeffe~

Visit the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum.

Find out more about Georgia.

More Georgia quotes.

and just for kicks....

I love Georgia and her work, a true American original and rugged individual.

Love,

Buddy

Finally! An airline with a sense of humor.

2011-11-14T21:03:00.001-05:00

Take a peek at this website. Even if you don't live in South Africa, or any of the places Kulula Air flies, you can still have a bit of fun poking around their site.

Take a look here to see more pictures of the fleet.

And here to view their ads.

My Favorite

Can you imagine how much fun the passengers have?

Love,
Buddy

Choosing a turkey

2011-11-12T18:45:00.001-05:00

Yes, I am still in search of the perfect food for this Thanksgiving. Of course, if I had my way, I would be chasing a turkey around an open field, but the humans insist on other methods of acquisition.

Is Turkey going to be the centerpiece of your Thanksgiving meal? Now is the time to choose just exactly what kind of turkey you want to get. Who knew there were so many different types of birds to choose from?

I have done a little research (you can thank me later) and came up with these sites which may help with your decision.

Fine Cooking dot com.

If you are into Martha.

Lots of interesting info from Williams-Sonama.

Turkey information and recipes.

I am also open to all kinds of cooking methods; grilling, frying, roasting, you name it and I'll eat it! Happy hunting (oh, that is a whole 'nuther post)

Love,
Buddy

Veterans Day Honoring All Who Served 11-11-11

2011-11-11T11:11:00.000-05:00

The soldierstood.

The soldierstood when duty called.

He stoodwithout his own bed, his own comfort, his own family.

He stood partedfrom his loved ones in order to protect yours.

He stood incold, hot, jungle, and desert.

The soldierstood.

He stood againsthatred, prejudice, injustice.

He stood forpeace and freedom.

He stood nomatter the price or sacrifice.

He stoodbecause someone had to.

The soldierstood.

He stood withthe support of his country.

He stoodwith the love of his family.

He stood withpride, courage and honor.

He stood soyou didn’t have to.

Get the Kleenex and watch this and this, then go thank a vet.

Love,
Buddy

Start Thinking

2011-11-10T18:39:00.001-05:00

Thanksgiving is two weeks away so it is time to start thinking about what food you are going to eat.

It doesn't matter if you are cooking or consuming, it is never too early to plan the menu.

Think about how you can have traditional fare in a non-traditional way.

Start here for a new way to serve cranberries.

You'll be wagging your tail.

Love,
Buddy

Really cool way to "print"

2011-11-09T21:41:00.000-05:00

Check this out.

Love,
Buddy

I hope you voted today!

2011-11-08T20:45:00.001-05:00

Anything important is never left to the vote of the people. We only get to vote on some man; we never get to vote on what he is to do.
~Will Rogers~

I guess you'd call me an independent, since I've never identified myself with one party or another in politics. I always decide my vote by taking as careful a look as I can at the actual candidates and issues themselves, no matter what the party label.

~Jackie Robinson~

If you are going to vote, do your job and research the people and issues. Don't vote on impulse and don't vote without considering the consequences of your vote. It is important, use it wisely.

Love,

Buddy

Taking care of the humans.....feed them chocolate!

2011-11-07T18:51:00.000-05:00

IF YOU ARE A DOG...DO NOT EAT CHOCOLATE...
but if you are human, read on........

Copied from Real Age:
Not that you need another reason to indulge in chocolate (you probably already know it's good for your blood pressure), but isn't it delightful, delicious, and delectable that there is one? Eating chocolate shaves your risk of "cardiometabolic disorders," a cluster of conditions that nobody wants, including heart disease, diabetes, and metabolic syndrome. (Taking this vitamin also helps protect you from this nasty threesome.)

Here's the big surprise: We're talking all kinds of chocolate, not just the dark types. Even milk chocolate and cups of hot cocoa have benefits.
We're also not talking slight improvements. Research reveals that consuming a healthy amount of chocolate reduces your risk of heart disease by 37% and stroke by 29% versus eating little or none. (Not coincidentally, it also lowers your bad LDL cholesterol.) In addition, it shrinks your risk of type 2 diabetes by up to 31%. These impressive numbers emerged from an analysis of seven studies involving more than 100,000 people.
What's in chocolate that makes it so good for you? Loads of potent plant antioxidants called polyphenols, including flavonoids. Yep, the same good-for-you substances found in blueberries, wine, green tea, and olive oil, as well as many fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. Among polyphenols' many powers is the ability to sooth inflammation in your body. Internal hot zones are linked to all kinds of trouble, from memory damage to joint pain and accelerated aging. (Learn more about chocolate as a healthful treat.)

A Little "Dose" Will Do Ya
Like wine, the trick with chocolate is to indulge daily without overindulging. A little goes a long way, because most chocolate contains about 150 calories per ounce, including lots of sugar and fat. Overdo and you could actually increase the health risks you're trying to prevent. In most of these studies, people had an ounce or two a day. Even smarter: Get your fix in a cozy cup of hot chocolate made with real polyphenol-rich cocoa powder, no-fat milk, and sugar-free sweetener. Bingo! All the benefits, none of the bad stuff.
Eat chocolate, die happy, and live longer. Sweet.

Another surprise: Chocolate may also be good for your brain and even your teeth!
A creamy complexion: That cup of hot cocoa can also do nice things for your skin.
Can't eat just one? This simple trick may help tame your chocoholic tendencies.

Now go feed chocolate to your humans. They'll be happier and easier to train.

Love,

Buddy

The Waffle House Enigma

2011-11-06T12:27:00.000-05:00

What is it about Waffle House?

Sometimes it is ok to play with your food!

My photographer loves Waffle House (the artist only just tolerates it)

David could eat at Waffle House three times a day. In fact, there have been times when he actually has eaten at Waffle House for all his meals for weeks at a time. He doesn't particularly like the food, but he revels in the atmosphere. He enjoys the other patrons, most of whom have breakfast there everyday. The waitresses are always friendly and not only make sure his coffee cup stays filled, but are patient with his jokes and sculptures of food and tableware.

I guess it is the kind of place where you can be a kid no matter what your age is, and maybe that's the attraction.

I like it because as I wait in the car I get to see all kinds of interesting people.

Love,
Buddy

Don't say I didn't warn you....

2011-11-05T22:43:00.001-04:00

This weekend Daylight Saving Time reverts back to Daylight Standard Time and I am going to be one grumpy dog for at least a month. Did you realize that we had DST for over seven months this year?

Whose idea was this anyway?! (Benjamin Franklin)

Changing the time doesn't save time and it doesn't save daylight so why, oh why, does the government force us to change our clocks back and forth, back and forth, endlessly??

The time of year determines how many daylight hours we have. If you want to enjoy the daylight hours then plan your day around when the sun rises and sets and LEAVE ME ALONE!!

Visit this site for interesting DST facts and neat nodes.

http://asleepeasy.com/how-to-sleep-easy-on-daylight-savings-time/

And don't forget to check your smoke alarm batteries....

Love,
the grumpy Buddy

Jeff Rutledge's new show

2011-11-04T20:44:00.000-04:00

Discover Your Inner Child, a place peace never left.

Dayton artist Jeff Rutledge explores the place of our inner child. A place where we see the world and each other through the eyes of a child. The exhibition will show through Dec. 11th.

*I am putting on my critic's hat and delving into the world or art.

I have to admit a slight prejudice as my photographer has known Jeff Rutledge for a pretty long time. In fact, if you go to the show and see a picture of a (much) younger Jeff you'll get a fairly good idea of how old Jeff was when he and David met. I have no idea how long that might be in dog years!

Another small prejudice I might have is about the Missing Peace Art Space, a charming and cozy space that has done an outstanding job in creating a comfortable atmosphere in which to display art. I admit I have actually licked the face of the owner's child and it tasted really good.

Most people probably know Jeff for his sculpture, and this show has plenty of that, but the walls are covered with Jeff's bright paintings full of whimsical and textured imagery.

Make a point to go see this exhibit, you'll be glad you did.

Missing Peace Art S p a c e
234 S. Dutoit St
Dayton OH 45402-2215

(937) 241-4353
info@missingpeaceart.org
U.S. registered 501c3 nonprofit under the
Unitarian Fellowship for World Peace (UFWP).
(about us)

map

Love,
Buddy

I thought there was a new Star Trek series...

2011-11-03T21:33:00.000-04:00

In the past couple of months I have been hearing about "Keeping Up with the Cardassians" and I thought someone had delved into the archives of the late Gene Roddenberry and come with a new idea to keep the Star Trek franchise going.

After all, six television series, eleven films, books, comics, games and collectibles cannot possibly be the only ideas to keep die hard Trekkies satisfied.

Then I started hearing about a Cardassian getting a divorce after only 72 days and it began to dawn on me that just maybe something else may be going on.

So I did a little research....and I am almost speechless (but not entirely). There is a whole new set of Cardassians out there. Of course they have changed the spelling somewhat, but when you take a closer look you can see they are the real thing.

Check out a synopsis and the episode guide on Wikipedia. Only a science fiction show could get away with such far fetched ideas. Gene would be proud.

Love,
Buddy

PS Check this out for some fun parody.

Another sign

2011-11-02T20:15:00.000-04:00

You'll get no arguments from me, but what do I know, I'm a dog.

Love,

Buddy

Rock, Paper, Sissors...

2011-11-01T17:51:00.000-04:00

Passing along an image.

It was the nation and the race dwelling all round the globe that had the lion's heart. I had the luck to be called upon to give the roar.

~Winston Churchill

If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.

~Adolph Hitler

http://www.brainyquote.com/

El Dia de los Muertos

2011-10-31T23:21:00.001-04:00

Day of the Dead is not Halloween....

Life is Unfinished Business: a quilt by my artist!

Though it could be easy to mix them up, both have skeletons, costumes, decorations, tombstones and involve food, they are completely different holidays.

El Dia de los Muertos (or Day of the Dead) is an ancient celebration in Mexico dating back to way-y-y-y-y before the Spanish Conquistadors.

Not coincidentally, it coincides with the Catholic holy days of All Saints' Day and All Souls' Day (but that is a whole 'nuther post).

It is a joyous, multi-day celebration that embraces death as an integral part of life.

How about a fun skull pattern for a papel picado?

OR

More Day of the Dead information?

Hay más tiempo que vida!

Love,
Buddy

Fall in Vandalia, OH

2011-10-29T21:43:00.002-04:00

You would not believe how excited a dog like me gets when I see this many trees!!

Love,
Buddy

Pumpkin Pie Wars

2011-10-26T19:29:00.000-04:00

It is inevitable, every Fall the pumpkin pie war takes up right where it let off the year before.

First, pumpkin pie appears on Frisch's menu, and the photographer can't wait to eat there (giving up his normal Waffle House fare) so he can savor the pie he has been waiting a year for.

Then, pumpkins appear in the grocery stores and farmer's markets, making the artist want to put on her apron and start cooking her pumpkin pie from scratch.

The trouble begins when they discuss the finer points of what makes up a good pumpkin pie. The artist doesn't like cloves, allspice, or pumpkin pie spice. She maintains her pie tastes more "pumpkin-y" without them. The photographer insists that without all the right spices the pie doesn't taste like a pumpkin pie should taste.

The funny thing is, he'll eat her pie if it is in front of him. He doesn't like it, but he'll it it. He is kinda like a dog that way. I'll eat just about anything in front of me too.

You can find information about Frisch's pies here and here. Of course they don't give out any secrets but you can always go to Frisch's and do your own taste test.

Love,
Buddy

It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!

2011-10-25T20:20:00.002-04:00

October is always such a fun month...

It is always drenched in autumnal splendor..

And even better, we get Halloween and food!

It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown!

A seasonal favorite, make sure you make some popcorn before you settle down to watch. Check out this ABC site for date and time.

Then there is all the food involved with October and Fall and Halloween. Food, food and more food!

Do you like pumpkin pie as much as I do?

Try this recipe for the good ole' traditional taste,
or dairy free,
or dairy, wheat, and egg free.
(I know, what's the point, but some people don't have a choice)

But if you don't like pumpkin pie (horrors!)
there is always pumpkin bread , or cookies.
Try this fun site for all kinds of recipes and
fun things to do.

Are you having a party (and am I invited)?

Take a look at the Hershey site for some really yummy looking ideas. (e-mail me what time I should show up)

Like to carve pumpkins? Look here or here for free templates.

If you like to do something more complicated, look at this site. There are fees involved if you want to purchase a pattern, but the carvings are out of this world.

Then there all the creative costumes for trick-or-treating or Halloween parties.
Check this out for all kinds of interesting Halloween facts and costume ideas.

I'll see you out there, be safe and have fun!

Love,
Buddy

Here's Your Sign!

2011-10-21T14:11:00.000-04:00

"Here's your sign" is a phrase made popular by Bill Engvall
(http://www.billengvall.com/index.php).
He kinda makes fun of what people say in a pretty humorous way.
Check out some of his YouTube videos.

So he inspired me to go looking for real signs. Here's are some of my favorites:

Professional Signs:

Best Professional Sign

Most Helpful Sign

Just to screw with your mind

In a three story building?

Duh!

Could have used this at the St Louis Zoo!

Well?

Professional signs that have been altered:

Home made signs:

and my favorite:

To see these and other signs please visit the following websites then go out and make your own mark on the world.

Love,
Buddy

http://deelol.homestead.com/yoursign.html

http://www.funnysign.com

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2027534/Pen-stroke-genius-The-street-artists-make-laugh-poking-fun-signs-litter-lives.html

Here's Mud in Your Eye or Caddo Lake Adventures

2011-10-20T13:42:00.000-04:00

The following is a note from my humans;

David (the photographer) and Ronnie (the artist).
Love,
Buddy

Dear Buddy,

Shortversion:

Wehad an adventure; we survived, and lived to tell the tale.

Longversion:

We were at Caddo Lake for a week, and it was an amazing place. Tuesday through Friday we hired a guide to take us out on his boat, however he left town and wasn't available on Saturday but he offered us his canoe to use instead.

So off we go Saturday afternoon to explore the lake by canoe. Now this particular canoe was big enough to seat four people, but therewere only two of us. I sat in the frontand rowed, David sat in the back where he rowed and steered.

Therewas some difficulty getting out onto the lake because the water level is so lowdue to the drought. The shore was very spongy, I sank in up to my knees in the mud. However, once out onthe lake, it was very pleasant, rowing wasn’t difficult and there was noheadwind. It was a good day for fishingand we passed several boats that were quietly trolling around.

Oneparticular boat had an interesting group of people. There was a manly man on the front of theboat with his line in the water. Therewas a manly man at the back with his line in the water. Inthe middle, sitting comfortably were two women, presumably wives orgirlfriends, chatting away with their hands trailing in the water. As we passed the blond yelled out, “what yougonna do when a big ole’ beaver or ‘gator comes swimming out to you?”. “Take their picture,” I answered back. (I don’t think the guys were going to catchany fish)

Justafter passing them, we turned up a small channel. The farther up the channel we went, thenarrower and shallower the water became. At one point, my paddle was touching bottom with my stroke, which we allknow is rather short.

Wehad made it about half way up the channel when we heard a motor boat behindus. As it got closer we looked back tosee if it was really coming our way. Most motor boats can’t make it in such shallow water, but the Go-Devils have a special motor that can make it where other larger, heavier boatscan’t.

Sureenough, a Go-Devil was zooming up the channel.

Well,there isn’t enough room for both the canoe and the Go-Devil, so we had to pullto one side, which was our first mistake. As they motored up behind us, the man at the till acknowledged us bysaying “Hi.”. Then he gunned the motorso he could power through the shallow water. As they went past the waves they created began to rock the canoe, thenswelled over the side and completely swamped us.

Weboth went over and the canoe tipped over on its side. As I came up for air, I could see theGo-Devil motoring merrily up the channel, not even looking back to see whatdamage they had done. I was sorely temptedto yell out “ASSHOLE” but I didn’t, which was a second mistake because wedidn’t see another soul for two hours.

Sothere we were in the swamp, the canoe completely full of water, David was hipdeep in silt which of course means I was waist deep in silt. It took a good thirty minutes to work our wayto stable ground, and even then the ground was so spongy that we couldn’t standup without sinking in. SoI was forced to sort of wiggle my way around, pushing along much like asalamander or gecko, only much slower. David threatened to take a picture but I figured I was safe from that particular ordeal because he was still in the water.

Icrawled up further on to shore trying to find drier ground while David startedsorting out the canoe. He found agarbage bag and began to bail the water out. As I inched my way I began to notice animal tracks. There were all kinds of tracks for birds anda couple of different paw tracks for animals like raccoons or nutria. Then I came across a fairly big print. It was about the size of my hand and hadclaws. Hmmmm…..alligator perhaps?

Well,I decided drier ground wasn’t all that important. I also discovered that I could move faster byrolling instead of crawling. So, Irolled my way back to the canoe, making myself completely dizzy in the process.

WhenI got back to the water, David was sitting waist deep in the water bailing. I helped him for a bit with the garbage bag,then found a Ziploc bag that had contained some food and paper towels (as anaside, Ziploc bags do not keep swamp water out) and began bailing. I had to use a paddle to sit on to keep fromsinking in.

Anhour later we had the canoe emptied enough to get back in. As we bailed the last few bags we found wehad caught a little fish (and as it turned out that wasn’t the only thing Icaught, but I won't to go into the intimate details) that flopped around the bottom of the canoeuntil David scooped it up and tossed it back into the water. Finally, we were empty, turned around and onour way back to the cabin.

Onthe way out of the channel we came across all the fishing boats we passed onthe way in. We must have looked a sight,covered from head to toe with black swamp mud, because they all asked what hadhappened to us. (Picture my pink face peering out from under my hat and the rest of me completely covered in black swamp mud)

Whenwe came upon the boat with the two manly men and their girls, the blond yellsout, “Ya’ll look terrible, what ya'll been doin'?” Davidanswered “Oh, we’re biologists, and we’ve been counting the mud.”

Well,the poor thing believed him and yelled back, “Biologists! Can ya’ll tell me what this little thingis?” She put out her hand which Isuppose held a little bug of some sort that was impossible to see from adistance. If we had been less tired, oneof us would probably have thought of a good answer. As it was, I just laughed and David admittedhe wasn’t really a biologist.

It took another two hours to get everythingcleaned off and laid out to dry so I could take a shower. My camera, cell phone and binoculars alldied. But all my pictures had been savedor were on a chip so I don’t think I lost any images.

Ihad an adventure, but I am home and nothing got damaged that can’t bereplaced. Caddo Lake was amazing and Ican’t wait to go back. I want to get picture of that alligator, maybe from a distance.

Love,

Ronnie

(and David)

Walking the humans...

2011-10-05T19:56:00.000-04:00

Walking is good for dogs.
Walking is good for humans.
We (Spencer and I) walk our humans everyday, sometimes twice a day.

Here are some photos I ~~stole~~ found online with different ways dogs "walk" their humans.

Aw-w-w-w-w....too sweet for words.

I am at a loss for words...ostentatious maybe?

.....and going.

Coming.......

Seque anyone?

Well......Its different.

Luggage much?

Uh, sleeping like a baby?

Sitting pretty.

Just call me Fanny.

Do you really need a comment here? Really!

The future?

My favorite!

The moral to the story is...
Walking is good for dogs.
Walking is good for humans.
In order for either to get anything out of it, both have to be walking.

Love,
Buddy

Words to live and eat by

2011-10-04T21:02:00.000-04:00

This is a Julia Child quote...
"The only time to eat diet food is while you are waiting for the steak to cook."

This is Julia...

I have to say I totally and completely agree with Julia. Why eat diet food when there is steak to be had? I don't have to have steak every day but I am certainly going to enjoy it any time I can steal it off the grill. But I am not going to eat diet food every day either because there is so much more interesting food to sample that is actually good for you.

Just look at how she takes control of that poultry...

Another gem from Julia...
"Everything in moderation, including moderation."

Isn't she just the best?

But my very favorite...
"If you're afraid of butter, just use cream."

Oh, I could just wallow in Julia-isms!

Love,
Buddy

ps "Don't forget the liver!"

The Things They Make Me Do!!

2011-09-28T16:07:00.000-04:00

I love my humans, really I do, but there are some days when they try my patience. This is what I get for having creative creatures.

They have been working on the new ornaments and gone a little overboard in my not-so-humble opinion. I am a pretty dignified dog after all and not at all used to being used as a prop. (even though I am pretty darn cute, if I do say so myself)

At least this isn't as bad as the day I had to pose in the Santa hat!

Love,
Buddy

“The Art of Clean Up”

2011-09-24T15:20:00.000-04:00

I don't have OCD.....but the photographer and the artist both show OCD tenancies. (OCD = Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)

Not only are these pictures art, but this is the kind of thing that would appeal to my human's sense of order. They tend to play with whatever is left on the table after eating and straightening things seem to be a favorite pastime. If I can figure out how to get images off of the phone, I'll post some pictures of their "artistic endeavors".

But for now, follow this link...

http://noquedanblogs.com/arte/the-art-of-clean-up-el-arte-de-ordenar/

This stuff totally rocks and even though it is in a language I can't understand, you don't need a translator to enjoy the pictures and appreciate what may be a slight case of OCD.

Love,
Buddy

Gringos need not apply....

2011-09-23T14:34:00.000-04:00

....unless you are looking for an epicurean adventure!

Go here...
http://tastykitchen.com/blog/

Do this...
Candied Jalapenos (Cowboy Candy)

And report back at the total ecstasy that your taste buds have experienced!

Now I will be the first to admit that my tongue is a bit shy when it comes to really spicy food, but these look delish AND it appears that the recipe can be somewhat modified to accommodate a, shall we say, less experienced palate.

All I can think of is what a delicious bit of sunshine to be able to open up on a cold winter's day and wallow in the warmth. It is enough to make a tail wag.

Love,
Buddy

Really?!

2011-09-20T17:38:00.003-04:00

Did I miss something?

Or should I say, am I missing something?

http://dogblog.dogster.com/2011/08/19/fake-testicles-for-dogs-are-they-ever-a-good-idea/

Perhaps I should get plastic surgery and change my "profile" a little. Or maybe not.

Love,
Buddy

Lookin' Goo-o-o-o-o-d

2011-09-01T20:25:00.002-04:00

So..........

Google is updating (as opposed to down-dating?) their products and next in line is... you guessed it... Blogger!

And here we are trying out our new look. It really is me don't you think? After all, what could be better for a dog than a patch of grass to pee on and a bunch of flowers to sniff?

Thanks Google, for new stuff to play with. I am looking forward to seeing what else you have to offer.

In the meantime, let me introduce you all to the most amazing piece of art. Mind you I am especially fond of trees. I am a dog, am I not? But this is remarkable. Visit this website to see more amazing tree art.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2026977

And I promise on my crooked little feet and my great big heart, if ever I am lucky enough to see a tree like this in person (or would that be dogson?) I won't lift my leg. However, I can't make any promises about Spencer.

Love,
Buddy

Honoring a fallen hero

2011-08-25T18:26:00.004-04:00

http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/lookout/man-best-friend-mourns-death-175219915.html

Love endures even for dogs.

Love,
Buddy

Where were you when the earth moved?

2011-08-24T20:27:00.004-04:00

I gotta tell ya, I wasn't all that disturbed by yesterday's earthquake. I thought dogs were suppose to be sensitive to these kinds of things, but I didn't notice. In fact, if the artist and the photographer hadn't been talking about it, I wouldn't have known it even happened.

Picture this:
We are in the second story of a really old three story building that was built in 1885 and snuggles into the side of a hill. The artist is sitting at her computer and the photographer is sitting at his computer. They are side by side, each engrossed in their respective projects when the artist looks up and says "Are we moving?"

The photographer looks over at her and says "Well, I guess we are. It must be an earthquake."

They went back to work, and three minutes later the radio announced that an earthquake had hit the east coast. That was it...no big deal.

I think it should have been a big deal. In fact, I think we should have celebrated Mother Nature giving us a (gentle) nudge and we survived.

Make a note, living through an earthquake, any earthquake, is a reason to celebrate life! In fact, I think a round of treats were in order. Make mine a big ole' juicy bone.

Love,
Buddy

Birthdays!

2011-08-14T17:55:00.003-04:00

Well!

Today I discovered birthdays.

Now, I have known about *age* because I hear my vet talking about it every time I visit. If I remember correctly, I am five years old.

What I didn't know that in order to have an *age* you get to have a birthday AND sometimes when you have a birthday (especially if you are cute like the grand kids), you get to have a birthday party. What a wonderful concept!

Today is the birthday of a very special person. The photographer's father (aka Dad) is celebrating his (are you ready for this) ninety-first birthday. Do you have any idea how old that is in dog years?

So what I am wondering is -
When is my birthday?

AND

Where is my party? (I'm cute enough, right?)

Love,
Buddy

PS: When I grow up, I want to be as old as Dad.

How Novel!

2011-06-17T14:20:00.006-04:00

Are you just hanging out this summer with nothing to do?

Then may I suggest you hie yourself to the nearest library and sign up for the summer reading program.

For one thing it is cool. I mean they probably have air conditioning and there is nothing like sucking up someone else's cool air in summer.

For another thing it is cool. I mean there is nothing cooler in attitude than getting educated. Don't you like being smarter? There is no place like the library to get smarter in the summer.

And another thing is that it is cool. I mean the library has all kinds of cool things to do; computers, movies, books on tape, and books, loads and loads of all kinds of cool books. There is no place to do cool things in the summer like the library. PLUS during the summer reading program there are usually some pretty cool prizes. How cool is that?!

So, tell me, what is your favorite book? I have several favorites but one I really, really love is titled "My Life in Dog Years", by Gary Paulsen. You just gotta get it and spend some quality time reading. You will laugh, you will cry, you will want to run out and get a dog just like me.

Here are some URL's for several area libraries where you can get information on their summer reading programs. Now you have no excuse.

http://www.daytonmetrolibrary.org/
http://www.wclibrary.info/
http://www.middletownlibrary.org/summer-reading-program-2011-0
http://www.gcpl.lib.oh.us/

Stay Cool!
Love,
Buddy

The Garmin gods must be laughing

2011-06-06T22:03:00.005-04:00

So these days almost everybody has given up paper maps and have some sort of electronic device that tells them where to go and how to get there. I suppose the transition is much like the giving up the sextant.

Of course we have to have the latest and greatest in technology so most trips we take, long and short, are directed by a Garmin Nuvi. And what could be simpler? You type in the address and the nice lady,an all knowing; all seeing; navigational guru gives step by step directions on how to get from point A to point B. She also nicely points out at every single exit off the highway that we should "stay left".

AND if we should by chance need to take a break of some sort (you know eating, peeing, or eating) the *nice* lady patiently says she is "recalculating" as if we were some sort of recalcitrant teenager. All of which is fine because eventually (after eating, peeing, or eating) we get right back on track and happily following her directions to our destination.

However, lately our really nice Garmin Guru has been leading us in circles, literally giving directions that caused us to drive in a big circle. Seriously, the instructions were: Turn left, continue two blocks, turn left, continue two blocks, turn left, continue two blocks, arriving at destination. (Oh, and the voice of the guru sounds so very proud of us when we manage to follow her instructions and actually make it to where we wanted to go.)

So I figure there must be a group of Garmin gods sitting around someplace just thinking up ways they can mis-direct us just to see if we'll follow and then rolling with laughter at our confusion. The kicker is we keep right on following the navigational guru's directions.

I am all for keeping up with the latest technology, and will continue to use the Garmin for directions. But I think from now on there will be a paper map in the vehicle too just in case the Garmin gods continue to use us for their own entertainment. Besides paper can always be put to good use in other ways especially if a detour is needed to eat, pee, or eat. At least a paper map doesn't have to recalculate.

The Nose knows

2011-04-26T21:32:00.006-04:00

I can't help it...I have to follow my nose, it isn't my fault...really. I was born with a superior sniffer.

Every day I walk my humans. Spencer takes the photographer and I take the artist. I have to keep them on a tether so they don't get distracted and run off. We walk, we talk. I, being so much closer to the ground, spend a lot of my time smelling. Oh wonderful smells, delicious smells, outstandingly beautiful smells.

I have been trying to train the photographer to feed on command. I stand and wait, the human calls, I come running and when I arrive, the photographer gives me a biscuit. Most of the time we get it right. (Oh sure I let Spencer help just so he can have a treat too.)

Occasionally, just occasionally, I get sidetracked by the smells. I want the treat, the photographer has been trained to give me a treat, but occasionally the smells get in the way of my path to the treat. Oh wonderful smells, delicious smells, outstandingly beautiful smells.

In fact if you were to see me, it is like my two sets of feet don't even talk to each other. I'll be headed toward the photographer, mouth watering and tongue lolling. I'll get a scent of something and while my back feet keep going, my front feet take a detour. But the nose always wins and I go find my smell.

I guess our next training session, I might work on having the photographer bring the treat to me.

Well...Hello There

2011-04-14T20:35:00.003-04:00

So I looked around and noticed that I hadn't been here in quite a while.

Oh. my. goodness....it has been more than a year! What in the world could have been happening that prevented me from taking care of my very important internet connection?

I can't imagine why it has taken a year to find my way back to the computer...hmmmm.

Well....there was the two year audit ordered by the IRS. Oh yes,that took a good three months and a million little pieces of paper. In case you are interested, it all turned out just fine. The government and I are best buds now.

AND there was four months where the photographer served on the Grand Jury of Montgomery County. All day long, every week day he trundled to the court house. I either stayed home or went to the studio with the artist, I never, not even once got to go to the courthouse. Bummer! I really wanted to have lunch with the judge and impart a little (no, a lot really) of my dog wisdom.

AND in the middle of jury duty, there WAS a week long trip the photographer took to canoe the Arkansas River with his father. Spencer and I stayed at the spa so I wasn't too terribly upset to be left behind. However, I think I would have made a striking figure at the head of a canoe!

Oh, and speaking of the photographer's father, we had a 90th birthday party in August for him here in Dayton with relatives from far and wide attending. To tell you the truth, it was a bit overwhelming and Spencer and I spent a great deal of time hiding out.

There were a couple of Art Fairs in December and January. Not that I was invited to go along. Once again, I had to keep the home fires burning. Not that I minded a warm fire, it was darn cold.

So, 2011 is over three months gone and I think I have finally caught up with "stuff" and have the photographer and the artist *finally* straightened out. Maybe now I can get down to the really business of having a little fun.

Did you miss me?

Love,
Buddy
(and his trusty sidekick, Spencer)

Buddy the Wonder Dog?

2010-03-17T13:45:00.006-04:00

Well, I thought I was a unique dog until I found out that I wasn't the only Buddy in the building. In fact, I am not the only Buddy on the web. What a blow to my ego! I really wanted to be Buddy the one and only Wonder Dog.

I knew about my buddy Buddy, and I discovered the terrier Little Buddy that lives upstairs. Then I overheard a conversation about another Buddy in the area. So I went surfing to find out just who out there had my name and just exactly what are they up to.

Here is what I found...

http://upsidedowndogs.com/pet1152/buddy-the-boxer-dog/
This is a really Cool Buddy with personality to match.

http://www.pawnation.com/2010/01/13/funny-dog-picture-air-buddy/
Super Buddy that can leap over tall buildings in a single bound.

http://www.lindademelophotography.com/blog/2009/06/16/buddy-linda-demelo-photography-dog-photography/
Thank Sirius for cut and paste, that is one long URL. The Buddy on this site could very well be a cousin on mine.
Well except for the face,
and ears
and tail.

http://pets.webshots.com/album/200132313objLlH
This looks like Little Buddy upstairs.
Well, except for the face,
and ears,
and tail.

http://www.buddydoghs.com/
Way cool site for a human society, especially dear to my heart since I came from SICSA.

http://politicalhumor.about.com/od/funnypictures/ig/Funny-Clinton-Pictures/Clinton-and-Buddy.htm
By far my favorite Buddy picture. Unfortunately this Buddy has gone to find that great dog bone in the sky (RIP).

In my search I found a lot of neat Buddys out there, some good, some bad, some ugly. So I may not be Buddy the Wonder Dog, or even the only Buddy, but I am the only Buddy the Photo Dog, and that is fine with me.

Love,
Buddy

PS Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Visit to Death Valley

2010-01-27T14:22:00.005-05:00

I went to the spa for a week’s vacation and sent my humans to Death Valley so they wouldn’t feel left out. I heard it on good authority (my friend Fuji) that they ate well, participated in the activities, and for the most part behaved themselves. This is a picture of my photographer (taken by the artist)...stay tuned for more details.
Love,
Buddy

Here is Fuji’s report:

Dear Buddy,
I guess the first thing you need to know about Death Valley is that there is no gas at Scotty’s Castle. I didn’t understand why this was important until late in the week but there were signs everywhere regarding the lack of gas at Scotty’s Castle.

One of the first day trips we made was to Titus Canyon. This involved driving on paved highway, two lane road, gravel road, and finally a graded trail that wound up & down, in & out, over, around & through a magnificent canyon, with vistas of valleys and canyon walls of infinite wonder.

The Park Ranger advised that a four-wheel drive vehicle with high clearance be used because the roads can be difficult to manage otherwise and an admonition that there is no gas at Scotty’s Castle. There were four vehicles in our group; a Lexus 4WD, a Suburban, a pick-up with camper and Dodge Journey 4WD, all of which could handle the road conditions that day. I was riding in the pick-up.

After traveling awhile, I got a little restless. The roads were pretty rough and since we were only going 5 mph, my driver Tim let me out to stretch my legs. Oh my, what fun! As Tim drove, I ran. First along the road in front, then off to the side, exploring as I went. Then I decided that I could have a little fun and race the pick-up. I circled around to the back to give Tim a head start. Then I put on the speed and ran full out until I caught up with; then passed the pick-up. I ran ahead a little and waited for the lumbering pick-up to catch up. Eventually, Tim stopped and I got back in, reminding him that there was no gas at Scotty’s Castle.

The road through Titus Canyon is a one way affair and we came across few vehicles. Throughout the day we saw some Jeeps, a pick-up, and twice a group of motorcycles that stretched out into dusty, noisy trains.

About noon we all stopped to take pictures and grab a quick snack. Two of the humans were having a conversation about how even though the Ranger had suggested 4WD that perhaps not everyone thought it was necessary, as cars and minivans had been sighted on the road from time to time. No sooner had that statement escaped his lips than they looked up and coming around the bend (literally) was a red Mustang convertible, with the top down. The driver was dressed as if he was on his way to the golf course and seemed as unaware of the conditions of the roads as he was to the inappropriateness of his choice of vehicles. I guess he made it through just fine because I didn’t see the Mustang anywhere on the side of the mountain on the way out.

Another day trip was to the top of the world, at least it seemed that way because we were looking down on the Valley and mountain ranges that surround it. It was another road much like Titus Canyon, though the scenery was totally different. On the way down, we all stopped at an old mining site. All the photographers piled out with their equipment, staking out their territory and carefully crafting their photographs.

This mining site was set in a small hill and they all started out at the back of the hill, where there seemed to be a plethora of structures, old logs and rusty barrels. The photographers swarmed all over the hill until eventually most of them were standing at the top. As they peered over the other side, one said, “We really don’t have a lot of time to spend …..”. He never had time to finish his sentence.

Someone had spotted a vehicle; old, rusty, abandoned at the bottom of the hill and instantly they were off. There were other interesting things there too but none excited these men as much as that Buick Roadster, probably from the late 1940’s. They were like teenage boys with their first car. You would have thought the car had a new paint job, shiny chrome and they had just given it a wash and wax and were about to go on a date to the prom.

Photographs were taken, carefully focused, strategically placed, and expertly designed to show the car’s best side. Discussion ensued about how this beauty came to be in such a desolate, deserted place. Apparently none of them remembered that there is no gas at Scotty’s Castle.

Wish you had been there.

Regards,
Fuji

Mowing the Mountain

2009-08-01T14:12:00.004-04:00

To hear her talk (whine really) you would think she lived on top of a mountain. She does not live on a mountain, or even a hill, it is really just a slope. Mind you it is a fairly steep slope that is along the front and all-l-l-l-l-l-l one side of the house, but it ain't no mountain.

She doesn't have a 'front yard' and a 'back yard' like most people (if you hadn't noticed by now, the artist isn't like most people). It is more like an up-yard, a steep-yard and an out-yard. The up-yard is the space right around the house, fairly small and flat. The steep-yard speaks for itself, and the out-yard is the four foot wide space between the sidewalk and the curb, also fairly flat.

The artist was complaining about how hard it was to mow the yard and how by the time she finished with the up-yard and the out-yard, she was too tired to do the steep-yard. Oh you poor dear!

Did it ever occur to you to do the hard part first? No? Well the yard is like any other problem, if you do the hard part first, by the time you are tired, you only have the easy part left.

Start with the most difficult part of the steep-yard, mow a little, then for a diversion and something a little easier, mow a some of the out-yard. When you are finished with those, and only then, start on the up-yard. Rest if you have to then get your butt back in gear and get it finished. If you don't get it all done in one day, that's okay as long as you don't give up on the plan.

And just a note to those of you with problems (and you know who you are): Problems are like weeds. You can cut them short so they blend in with the grass, but you aren't fooling anybody, they are still weeds no matter how green they may appear.

Love,
Buddy

The Defiant Dandilion

2009-05-15T09:26:00.007-04:00

Daffy-down-dandy
Has come to town

With a green petticoat
And a yellow crown.

Did I mention it is Spring? Did I mention that when Spring arrives, the lawn is green, is instantly in need of mowing and weeds abound, especially dandilions?

One day there was snow on the ground, the next day there they were, deceptively pretty, pretending to welcome Spring with a plethora of yellow flowers. Oh sure, we are all happy to see some color, any color, after a very long, cold, gray winter.

I, for one, like to see the yellow petals turn to the downy white powder puff of seeds. It is fun to run through the yard, jumping over and through the clusters of dandilions and watch the seeds waft in the wind.

However, the artist isn't so fond of the sight. In fact she has had an on-going battle with one particular cluster of dandilions.

It all started innocent enough. Just a tiny yellow flower peaking through the long grass. The artist didn't have a lot of time, so the first weekend she figured that mowing and cutting the head off should be a temporary fix.

But no, that little sucker ducked down as the mower passed by and popped right back up, sticking out its tongue (phbtttttttt) as she made the next pass. The following morning the weed was four inches taller and two inches wider.

The following Saturday the artist decided to try Weed-B-Gone to take care of the weed. But no-o, Weed-B-Gone only made it angry. The next morning the dandilion was six inches taller, five inches wider and defiant.

Another week goes by and the artist figures *now* the mower will work. But no-o-o, the sneaky pest decided to bloom right next to the ground where the blades of the mower couldn't reach. There it stood the following morning, a foot tall, eight inches wide, eleven stalks topped with white seeds threatening to be released at the slightest hint of a breeze.

What to do? There is now a behemoth dandilion growing in the yard and it is going to replicate until the whole yard is assimilated. The artist has a plan, the ultimate weapon against a strong opponent, a shovel and a little elbow grease. Die daffy down dandy, die! Until next Spring that is.

Love,
Buddy

Happy Dog

2009-05-05T08:08:00.003-04:00

It is Spring.
The sun is finally out.
The Humans are happy.
All is well in my world.

Happy Cinco de Mayo everyone, have a Fiesta to celebrate!

Love,
Buddy

My apologies

2009-04-20T10:20:00.004-04:00

I find that I have to apologize for my humans.

This is for the person in the car behind us on I35 this past Saturday.

I am so sorry that my humans did not understand that you are so much more important than they are.

I apologize that they were going the speed limit, which was not fast enough for you, and they didn't speed up or pull over so you could get to where you needed to go. That was extremely rude of them.

I appreciate that you did honk (several times) to let them know of your importance and am sorry they didn't respond in a manner that was satisfactory for you.

I also appreciate the nice wave you gave us as you sped past. However, I would like to say that it would have been so much prettier if you had used all of your digits instead of just the one.

Love,
Buddy

...and the beat goes on

2009-04-17T16:21:00.001-04:00

If you can't get enough of Susan Boyle give a listen.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8r9lRJ6yHY

Love,
Buddy

Dreams do come true

2009-04-14T19:47:00.004-04:00

There is a piece of cardboard in the studio that has little multi-colored pieces of paper taped to it.
Each piece of paper has something encouraging written on it. Tomorrow, a new piece of paper is going up. It will say "don't be afraid to dream because dreams do come true."

Go to YouTube at this URL
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&feature=related

Make sure your sound is on and watch this video. It is a good thing I have long ears so the humans couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

Love,
Buddy

A song for Scuttle

2009-02-27T12:23:00.002-05:00

Hey! Someone really cool, Pete Dowan, wrote to me after reading my blog about Jenny.

Once upon a time Pete was the human for a dog named Scuttle. Don't you think that a dog named Scuttle would have to be just about the coolest dog in town? I am betting that Scuttle had so much personality that it just oozed.

Anyway, Pete wrote a song for Scuttle and asked me if I would like to give a listen.
Of course I had to figure out how to fit those ear thingys (that is a very technical term don'cha know) over my floppy down ears, but it was well worth the effort.

The song is sweet and so is the story behind it. Not only that, Pete did a pretty good job of singing and recording it (even though I think a couple of good ole' hound dog howls would have made it better, but that is just me).

Pete, his story, and the song for Scuttle can be found on Pete's MySpace page (http://www.myspace.com/petedowan).

Thanks Pete, you and Scuttle are a real inspiration.

Love,
Buddy

Jenny

2009-01-03T23:05:00.003-05:00

Jenny was a princess on Earth but now she is an angel in Heaven.

When I found my humans, Jenny was already living with them.
She lovingly made room in her heart and her home for me.

She set an example for me on how to be a well behaved dog. She played with me for hours on end, even though she probably didn't want to. I didn't know she was too old for me to play so rough with, but she played anyway.

In the past year, Jenny became blind. She would wander into a corner or behind a chair and not be able to find her way out. I would bark and bark until one of the humans came to get her unstuck.

Today she is no longer blind, she has no problems eating, and she can run and play like a pup.
Today Jenny is free.

2008-12-25T15:00:00.004-05:00

Twas the day of Christmas
And all through the Casa
Waft the smell of tamales
With homemade salsa.

In the Nativity
Baby Jesus is laying.
Mary, Joseph, and Wise Men,
With shepherds are praying.

A tree in the corner
Its lights blinking bright
While an angel with star
Look down with delight

Santa must have come
Taking such care,
The family in dreamland,
Scarce knew he was there.

Boxes and wrappings
Are scattered about.
Of the success of Christmas
There is no doubt.

Enjoy the day
Savor the season,
Tell the ones you hold dear
Love is the reason.

The Photographer, the Artist
And Puppy Dog too,
Wish a Merry Christmas
To each and every one of you.

Love,
Buddy

PS
Kisses to Aunt Marsha

Ho Ho Ho...

2008-12-13T21:13:00.002-05:00

should be sHOp sHOp sHOp.

Tis the season for shopping for most people, but then the artist and the photographer aren't "most people".

I have a theory about shopping as opposed to buying.

Shopping is what women do. Women are the gatherers, so they wonder through shopping malls and department stores, oohing and aahing over whatever catches their eye. They are discerning about what items they will take home to the family cave. They must touch, smell, hold up, try on before a decision is made. Much of the time cost has little to do with a purchase. If it is the right color or shape, it is a "must have".

Men, on the other hand, are hunters. They have studied their prey. They know its habits and where it hangs out. Men know where they will be hunting before dawn breaks. Men walk into one store, determine in a glance which direction to move, spy the desired item on the shelf. Men don't need to try anything on, they rely on instinct not sizes. They are much less discerning than women. If it is close, it will do.

(I have a theory about television and remote controls that is similar to this hunter/gatherer; man/woman; shopping/buying stuff)

Now we come to my humans. Neither fit the typical scenario. They artist doesn't like to shop, at all, ever. And while the photographer doesn't really like to shop in the traditional sense, he does like to eBay, and spends a lot of time looking (very similar to shopping if you ask me) on eBay or the internet in general and is always delighted when he is able to snipe his prey.

Which leads me to my next shopping point. Do you realize how many different ways there are to shop/buy? You can go the traditional route at a brick and mortar store. You can shop from a catalog that came by traditional mail. You can shop on the internet in a variety of ways; Google something, go to a business website, view a business catalog on-line, eBay or a multitude of like-minded sites.

OR you can shop/buy in the comfort of your easy chair while watching television. All you need is a telephone and a credit card. Just link back into all those channels you blocked when you first set up the TV. There are all sorts of shopping channels out there just waiting for the shopper/buyer.

Not only do they offer you the "best deal ever" on things "you absolutely must have", but they often have a celebrity guest who created it right there and you might be the lucky person who calls in and gets to talk with them live on the air! Oh, and let us not forget flex or value pay, which is something akin to lay-away only you don't have to wait to get your stuff. What could be more fun than that?

Will this lead to the blurring of the shopping/buying lines? I don't think so.

A man will see three seconds of a shopping channel, his eyes will glaze over, his brain will dis-engage, and of he has the zapper, will immediately change channels in search of more interesting prey.

Love,
Buddy

Let's Talk Turkey

2008-11-26T23:37:00.003-05:00

So let me be the first to tell you that if your turkey is still frozen, your dinner is gonna be a little late. If you planned it that way so you could go out to eat, then you are a genius!

Happy Thanksgiving.

Love,
Buddy

Meet Buddy's buddy Buddy

2008-11-05T21:44:00.005-05:00

Buddy and Buddy

If you think that is confusing, you should be around when the humans need something and starts calling one of us.

This is my friend Buddy. He has a human (Henry) that works close to the studio and Buddy brings Henry to work and then hangs out in the studio all day.

It is cool to have a friend to go smelling with and it is much easier to walk my humans with another dog along to keep track of them.

Don't tell him, but I hid my bone (hi Aunt Marsha) so Buddy can't get it. He is a friend but there are somethings I won't share with anybody.

Love,
Buddy

Take a look!

2008-11-04T21:07:00.004-05:00

Just to add on to the last post....
go to this site: click on Special Exhibits from the left column, THEN click on Journal Quilt Project II at the TOP of the next page, (sorry I tried to do a direct link and it didn't work) and then you can finally take a look at the artist's quilt and some of the others that were in the exhibit.
Remarkable stuff!

Not to worry...if you want to see the quilts in person, and couldn't make it to Houston, perhaps you could attend the show in Chicago or Long Beach.

International Quilt Festival
Chicago
April 17-19, 2009
Rosemont, Illinois
Donald E. Stephens Center

International Quilt Festival
Long Beach
July 24-26, 2009
Long Beach, California
Long Beach Convention & Entertainment Center

Love,
Buddy

The Big Show!

2008-10-31T10:26:00.004-04:00

The 2008 International Quilt Festival in Houston, Texas is happening even as I write. AND the artist has a quilt juried into the Journal II: Elements exhibit.

The theme of this exhibit had to relate to any one or all of the elements; Earth, Air, Fire, and Water. In this little quilt (17" x 22") the artist chose to depict all four elements with figures, each holding a pot, sitting under a stylized rainbow. She used Pigma pens, watercolor paints, fabric paints, and gel pens to add detail to the fabric.

If you make it to "the Big Show" be sure to visit this exhibit, it is the seventh and last year for the Journal Exhibit to be included in the International Quilt Festival and my artist is one of a handful to have had quilts in all of them.

Love,
Buddy

Baby Its Cold Outside

2008-10-29T22:29:00.003-04:00

I am just a dog with a coat that stays on all year long, but even I know that it is too cold to be October. When the temperatures are dropping, the house is cold, and everyone is freezing, something must be done post haste!

The artist gave me a lesson in home improvement skills.

First, make note of where the cold air is coming from. In this instance the front door seems to be the culprit and temperatures are dropping. Quick, think of something to block the cold air from coming in around the door!

I know. An old, non-working electric blanket that is currently on the bed upstairs. Climb the stairs, unmake the bed, find the blanket. Oh yes, the tools are upstairs too. Pick up electric drill and screw driver to take downstairs with the blanket. Good thinking.

Second, what to hang the blanket on? Hmmm. There is a cafe curtain rod in the bathroom waiting to be used on the bathroom window. That will do as a temporary fix. Go to the bathroom, find the curtain rod, return to front door.

Open package, throw out directions, find brackets and screws. Look for something sturdy to stand on. Move chair to door, climb on chair with brackets in hand. Oh, a pilot hole needs to be made for the screws.

Climb down from chair, look for drill bits, go back upstairs and find drill bits in tool bag. Go downstairs, climb on chair with drill bits, drill, brackets, and screws. Hold screws in mouth, brackets in bra and drill in hand. Eye-ball location for bracket. Take one bracket out of bra, hold up to location and mark spot with end of drill bit. Put bracket back in bra.

Drill hole. Only the drill doesn't want to work. Oh, it isn't plugged in. Climb down from chair, plug in drill, climb back up on chair. Drill hole. Take bracket out of bra and hold in place. Take screw out of mouth and place in hole. No screwdriver. Put screw back in mouth, bracket back in bra and climb down from chair. Get screwdriver, climb up on chair, take bracket out of bra, take screw out of mouth, hold in place, begin screwing with screwdriver, drop screw.

Put bracket in bra, climb off chair, get on hands and knees to find screw. Climb back on chair, take bracket out of bra, take screw out of mouth, screw in place with screw driver.

Climb down from chair, move chair to other side of door, climb back up on chair, eye-ball location for second bracket, take bracket out of bra, take drill.....no drill, it is on the floor. Put bracket back in bra, climb off chair, get drill, climb back on chair, take bracket out of bra, mark holes with end of drill bit, put bracket back in bra, drill hole. No? The cord won't reach. Put bracket back in bra, climb off chair, move drill plug to closer outlet, climb back on chair.

Take bracket out of bra, drop bracket on the floor. Climb off the f****** chair, get the d*** bracket, climb back up on the f****** chair and put the d*** bracket in place. Take screw out of mouth, screw on............ d***, the f****** screwdriver is on the floor by the outlet. Put the screw BACK in mouth, put bracket BACK in bra, c-l-i-m-b down from the chair, get the stupid screwdriver, c-l-i-m-b back up on the stupid chair, that the stupid bracket out of the stupid bra, take the stupid screw out of mouth, screw the stupid screw into the stupid hole so the stupid bracket is in place!

CLIMB down from the chair, thread the old non-working electric blanket onto the curtain rod, CLIMB BACK UP ON THE CHAIR, and hang the d*** thing, climb down from the chair and admire.........

Oh d***!! The curtain rod, meant for something very light weight, is sagging and will not hold the weight of the old non-working electric blanket. SIGH!

CLIMB the stairs, rootle through tool box, find some paneling nails and the hammer, go back down stairs, climb back up on the chair, POUND three nails in along the top of the door frame, support sagging curtain rod on the nails, climb down from chair, admire handiwork. Gee, I wonder why I am sweating?

Love,
Buddy

Peek-a-Bee

2008-10-27T23:12:00.002-04:00

Do you see me?

Peek-Boo

2008-10-27T23:09:00.004-04:00

I see you

Gone With the Flu Shot Wars

2008-10-10T19:14:00.005-04:00

It was a scene right out of Gone With the Wind.

Picture an older southern gentleman, tall, thin, well dressed with a trusty canine always by his side. He would have looked dashing in a butternut colored uniform with a sword in one hand and a Musketoon in the other. Captain seems a fitting moniker for such a character.

His mansion was elegant and the shade of the porch was an inviting place to rest on a warm day in early October. The manicured lawn was lush and the hint of summer flowers lingered in the beds at the front of the house.

The sidewalk, wide enough for an evening stroll in a hoop skirt, was lined with stately trees and sturdy lampposts. The street sported the modern feature of a bike lane and the street, once the path for carriages, now carried cars and trucks whose passengers whizzed by without so much as a glance at the history they were passing.

The event was St. James Court Art Show in Louisville, Kentucky. Several neighborhoods in the St. James area have their own "fair" and they all have it on the same weekend, so in total there were about 700 booths, not counting the "Not Fair" artists who set up on the sidewalks and the corner gas station at the periphery of the official neighborhoods. Each booth had something to sell and the neighborhoods seemed to have a friendly competition going on.

Friendly that is until a saboteur was found in the wrong neighborhood.

On the Captain's lawn was a blue tent that housed Sweet Young Doctor and her employees who were happy to provide a flu shot in exchange for the sum of $30. Early on the morning of the first day, two people appeared on the sidewalk at foot of the steps to the Captain's lawn.

One was a lady who seemed to be giving the other, The Boy, directions. He was holding a sign and carrying a lawnchair, listening carefully to her instructions, and nodding his head and saying "Yes Ma'am". He was told he could not go on the lawn, "because that was *his* property", but to sit on the sidewalk at the foot of the steps.

She left and The Boy made himself comfortable in his lawnchair with his sign propped in front for all the pedestrians to view. Since the sign said Flu Shots, I thought it was an advertisement for the Sweet Young Doctor. Upon closer examination it appeared that the sign was actually for a different outfit in a rival neighborhood. It said they were the ONLY OFFICIAL flu shot givers at St. James Art Show.

Well!

When the Captain noticed, he very nicely told The Boy to leave. The Boy equally as nice, refused and thus began the Flu Shot Wars. Words were exchanged, always polite but increasingly forceful.

The Captain insisted The Boy leave because he belonged to a different neighborhood. The Boy refused, stating he was on the sidewalk which was public property. Best line of the exchange:
Captain: "I was here long before St. James, and I will be here long after it is gone!!"

Phones were pulled and calls were made at 40 paces. Reinforcements arrived and more conversation ensued. Eventually the Iron Lady was called in and she told the intruders to leave. Although they protested, she stood her ground and routed them with one steely eyed look.

Thus ended the Flu Shot Wars for 2008, but this was the south where men are men, women are delicate flowers and grudges last for generations. I can't wait to see what happens next year!

Love,
Buddy

Where were you when the lights went out?

2008-09-25T22:38:00.005-04:00

It has been eleven days since the lights went out in Dayton,Ohio (among a few other places) thanks to Hurricane IKE. Where were you when the lights went out?

I was safe at home but the artist and the photographer were in Rising Sun, Indiana at an art fair. An OUTDOOR art fair. An OUTDOOR art fair in the WIND!

To hear them tell the story, it was great fun watching the white caps on the Ohio River, the outhouses falling over (well maybe that could have been pretty funny), branches breaking, and trees tumbling. Luckily, there was shelter during the worst part of the rainless storm, but then came the Twilight Zone.

Apparently, not knowing the extent of the damage, they went on a cross-country trip trying to find a way across the Ohio River, only to be turned back because of downed trees or power-lines. Two towns turned them away and they learned they couldn't go back to Rising Sun because that road had been closed.

Thankfully, a local knew of a back road, and they had a map (which is a really good thing because the artist who was navigating, is directionally impaired.)

On the way back to Dayton the following day, they saw first hand the damage Ike had left across Kentucky, Indiana, and Ohio. I wonder how much electricity we could have generated if a few windmills had been out to catch some of that wind?

Back in Dayton a lot of people were without power (a few still are!) and there were stories about how everyone survived. All I can say is I am glad that I eat dry dog food and can drink out of the toilet!

Love,
Buddy

Resistance is Futile

2008-09-07T15:47:00.003-04:00

I watch movies and I see where the technology of some writer's imagination becomes real life products of today.

The Borg is among us. Everywhere I look, bodies are being taken over. It started simply enough with home computers. Then laptops that could be carried from place to place. Or maybe it started with radios, televisions, watches.... I don't know.

However it started, it will end with the "Collective". Ears are sprouting telecommunication devices, hands are seemingly implanted with tiny computers that pretend to be phones but are ever so much more.

The addiction is connection. And lest you think you will never come under the rule of the machine, think of how you are accessing this blog..... hmmmmm?

You will be assimilated.... resistance is futile.

Love,
Buddy

The Olympics

2008-08-28T21:59:00.002-04:00

What is not to absolutely love about the Olympics! They had everything from women in tights to super-human drama in the swimming pool. I was riveted to the television the whole week. The opening ceremonies were unbelievably elegant and artistic, and some of the stories about the athletes were heart-warming and tail wagging.

I have to admit I didn't comprehend everything. For instance, in a lot of events they kept talking about heats. Now where I come from "heat" must have a whole different meaning (hubba hubba baby) so I was a little lost at times.

I am not sure I understand why the Women's Beach Volleyball uniforms are the size of a nickel and the Men's Beach Volleyball uniforms aren't. Unless of course you aren't there to really watch the volleyball, in which case, I understand perfectly.

I have decided to start training for the next Olympics. There must be at least one event I could excel in. I am narrowing it down to two events, the "High Jump" and "Fence Climb". The High Jump training will begin with the very next person who walks in the door.

Too bad barking isn't an Olympic sport. I would be certain to bring home the gold for that.

Love,
Buddy

PS I have to give a shout out to the Lopez family who competed in TaeKwonDo, bringing home a Silver and two Bronze medals.

I am the Pampered Pet

2008-08-04T23:02:00.003-04:00

I have sent the photographer off to summer camp and I am taking a mini-vacation at the spa.

Oh it is heaven! I get to go for a walk in the woods to a lake twice a day. They pet and pamper me with gourmet meals. I get my teeth cleaned, my nails done, and my hair done. They wait on me paw and claw.

I get to sit around all day sunning myself and playing poker with my pals. Now this is what a vacation is all about.

The photographer never relaxes on a vacation. He wants to go out and take pictures! Goodness, you would think he got enough of that everyday at work.

The artist likes to go "see" things on vacation. She likes to take pictures too but only if she gets to explore some. I am all for exploring, but not while I am relaxing.

I ask you what is the meaning of vacation if not lay back and relax?

Love,
Buddy

I was the Cat's Meow

2008-07-15T08:57:00.003-04:00

Gosh, has it really been a month since I last posted?!!

The artist and the photographer have been incredibly busy and it has taken all my time supervising the activities. Humans! It is worse than herding cats!

However, last week I did take a little personal time. On Friday Barack Obama visited Stivers School for the Arts in Dayton. Well, it just so happens that Stivers is a hop-skip-and-a-jump away from the studio. While I am not politically inclined, I am not one to pass up a chance to see someone who is running for president.

So, I hitched up the humans and we sauntered down the street to see what we could see.

As we walked around the school, I saw several of Dayton's finest on duty and at strategic points there were men/women in suits talking into their shirt sleeves. Once or twice we walked past a person who could have been security, or maybe just a bum sitting on the sidewalk who was waiting for the chance to see someone famous.

There was even another dog there. I was just a little miffed when he barely raised an eyebrow as he and his human walked passed. The artist said he was working and couldn't stop to play.
Ha-rump-fffffff. I don't care if he was a bomb sniffing dog-whatever-I'll bet my nose is every bit as good as his (if not better).

Anyway, we walked to the front of the school and I parked the humans on a bench in the shade and proceeded to hold court. It had almost a carnival atmosphere with people hawking Obama buttons and T-shirts, and several clipboard toting people who wanted petitions signed. I was more than willing to put paw to paper but they wouldn't let me. Everyone that came by wanted to talk to me and find out who I was. One fellow even took my picture.

As we waited the police began to scurry around and one of those suited guys came by and told everyone to stay out of the street because the cars would be coming by (I think he even threatened to shoot anyone that ran into the street but I could be mistaken because my ears do flap from time to time).

Then came the flashing lights with a caravan of SUV's and buses. The SUV's went one direction and the buses went another. Everyone chased the buses to the side of the building while the SUV's disappeared behind the building to the delivery entrance where I am sure they deposited their cargo because the buses were empty.

So it was a good thing I went. Otherwise it would have been a waste of time for all those poor people who wanted to see someone famous.

Love,
Buddy

More stuff to waste time on the computer...

2008-06-15T00:58:00.004-04:00

Do you not spend enough time on the computer?
Check out StumbleUpon. http://www.stumbleupon.com/

HehHehHeh

Love,
Buddy

The Dog that lives on the roof

2008-06-06T21:26:00.003-04:00

What sound does a dog that lives on a roof make?

"Roof! Roof!"

I would like you all to meet my friend Roof Dog.
He comes out to see me every morning when I walk
the photographer.

He used to bark at me but now he comes out and wags
his tail. Once he even peed off the edge of the building
just for me!

I don't want you to think that he spends all his time on
the roof. I have seen him up close and personal when he
has been out on a walk. We got to do that thing that dogs do
and smelled each other (you know where).

He is my friend and I really look up to him.

Love,
Buddy

Belling the Dog

2008-05-31T19:37:00.003-04:00

When I first came to live with the photographer, he bought me a brand new collar. He also bought a tag with my name on it, added it to the collar and told me I looked very handsome.

He took me to the vet, who looked me over, gave me some shots, and after pronouncing me a good dog, gave me a tag to add to my new collar. The photographer told me it was to show what a healthy dog I was.

Then a tag came in the mail from the city to prove I had been registered. He added it to my collar and told me it showed what a responsible dog I was.

After I went exploring several times (all on my own) the photographer bought me a tag with contact information on it. He added it to all the other tags and told me now I could find my way home no matter where I traveled.

Last week at the studio, the door was open so the electricians could come in and out to do their work. I wasn't really interested in what was happening in the hallway as long as my humans stayed in the room. I take my job seriously and am determined to make sure my humans are well behaved.

At first, they were both occupied with a project. The artist was busy working away when the photographer decided to wander out into the hallway.

Being the good dog that I am, I wanted to check on him to make sure he wasn't causing trouble.
Every time I started toward the door, the artist would get an attack of insecurity and call me back. I sat at her feet and let her pet me until she was calmed, then I would try again to check on the photographer.

Several times I tried to make it to the door. Each time I would take a few steps and she would get upset and need me to take care of her. I knew she was fine and I really needed to see what the photographer was up to.

I sat for a few minutes, then very quietly crept away. I made it all the way to the door before the artist realized I was gone.

That was when it hit me. I didn't have all those tags to look handsome, to prove I had shots, was registered, or so I could find my way home. They gave me all those tags to wear so I would make noise!

Oh those sneaky humans. Now that I know what they are up to, I have learned to walk in such a way that my tags don't jingle.

All I have to do now is figure out how to get some sort of jingles on the humans, they will be so much easier to keep track of.

Love,
Buddy

What do you get....

2008-05-19T23:49:00.003-04:00

What do you get when you have an artist walking two dogs; Spencer on one side and Buddy (thats me!) on the other, and a cat runs in front of them?

Abstract Artist!

Love,
Buddy

I am not spoiled!

2008-05-18T21:15:00.003-04:00

... but life is really good.

Love,
Buddy

Happy Mother's Day

2008-05-09T20:59:00.005-04:00

Are you at a loss of what to get your mother for Mother's Day?

Do make her breakfast in bed.
Don't leave the kitchen in a mess for her to clean.

Do offer to take the kids to the park so she can have a nap.
Don't come home and ask "what's for dinner?"

Do mow the lawn.
Don't give her a lawnmower (or a vacuum cleaner).

A mom with a newborn is still happy she had kids. She will be delighted with any little thing especially if it has crayon scribbles and grape jelly on it.

A mom with toddlers/elementary school age kids will be happy with a couple of hours of alone time.**

A mom with teenagers is beginning to question the wisdom of having children. She'll settle for a meal where everyone is civil to each other.

After the kids have all left home, mom will be back to being happy she had kids, and she'll be delighted with any little thing, even if it has crayon scribbles and grape jelly on it.

**Taking care of your own children is called being a parent. Taking care of someone else's children is called babysitting.

Love,
Buddy

Sharing

2008-05-04T18:41:00.004-04:00

There are some things that I just shouldn't be expected to share!

All last week I had a guest, Spencer. (I was dog-sitting)

Now Spencer is a perfectly lovely dog, a bit spirited at times, but as well behaved as can be expected of a teenager. I didn't mind sharing my home, my bedroom, my food, my studio, my walks, or even my humans (though I wasn't terribly happy about the latter).

I do however, draw the line at sharing my Marsha Bone. My Aunt Marsha gave me that bone for Christmas. I have been saving it, savoring it with not so much as a toothmark on it. Every morning I use it to play chase with the humans. There is no way I am going to let Spencer lay a paw on it.

At first I tried carrying it around but it was difficult, not to mention rude, to talk with a bone in my mouth.

I tried chewing it. That only worked for a little bit. It turns out that when you chew a Marsha Bone it gets soft and I chewed the end off. Then I had two pieces to worry about. Darn!

I had the artist hide the biggest end on the cabinet under the stairs and I hid the little end in a pile of boxes, then went to defend the big end. I stood on the stairs and did my best impression of a police-dog.

Finally the artist took both pieces and put them so high that not even I could smell them and I no longer had to worry about Spencer getting them. Whew!

Sharing is over-rated. (unless I had the opportunity to share fleas)

Love,
Buddy

Curb your dogs (and your kids)

2008-04-21T09:22:00.003-04:00

I bark.

I do, it is a form of communication just like wagging a tail or sniffing a butt. If someone comes to my door I bark to let them know that I am inside and am summoning the humans. If we are walking and we happen across a human roaming free, I will bark to let them know that I expect them to stop and pet me. It is the courteous thing to do.

However, I dislike dogs that stand there and bark and bark and bark. They dominate the conversation and don't let others get a growl in edgewise. It is so impolite.

Likewise, I dislike human puppies that can't behave themselves in public especially at an eating store. Oh I know that they have to be let out so they can *learn*, but part of that learning is proper training.

If you are in an eating store and your pups are misbehaving, take them home. The waiter won't mind, and I am fairly certain the other patrons won't mind. In fact they will probably applaud you on your way out.

Love,
Buddy

Buddy the Photo Dog Blog

PYN-Addendum

Pick Your Nose

Fart Proudly

Listen to the "Bark Side"

Can We Talk?

Luna Pulchra (beautiful moon)

Recycle your Christmas Cards

Got Milk?

Photo of a milk splash by Denis-Carl Robidoux on Flickr - noncommercial use permitted with attribution

Happy Birthday Stephen Hawking!

Stephen Hawking: 'There is no heaven; it's a fairy story'

Exploring Stephen Hawking's 'Unfettered Mind'

Professor Stephen W. Hawking

Love,

Buddy

Epiphany

Did you know....

res·o·lu·tion

Happy New Year?

The week of limbo...

Happy Yule Day!

Christmas Eve or Christmas Morning?

A week?

Really! Christmas happens in a week? When?What?How?

How did we go from "oh, Christmas is later this month" to "Christmas is a week away"?

Oh the stress........................

Well, I guess I need to take a deep breath, take a step back and let's see what needs to be done.

Tell friends and family how much I love them? Check.

Christmas tree up? Check.

Christmas tree decorated? Check.

Christmas letter typed? Check.

Christmas cards addressed? Check.

Christmas cards mailed? Check.

Christmas tree acquired? Check.

Christmas tree decorated? Check.

Presents bought? Check.

Presents wrapped? Check.

Presents mailed? Check.

Tell my friends and family how much they mean to me? Check.

Hmmmmmm....maybe there is no need to be stressed....maybe I'm gonna be okay.....maybe everything is gonna work out, no sweat, no problem.

Maybe I can look forward to...oh yes, Christmas dinner!!

Love,

Buddy

On-line, Catalog or Brick and Mortar?

To Tree or Not to Tree...That is the Question

Season of Giving

Drying your hands....

Christmas Cards

The Twelve Days of Christmas!

Okay, NOW you can start thinking about Christmas.

Way cool photographs...

Photographers

Is this what you mean by "going green"?

Ready for Something New?

Happy Thanksgiving

Save Room for Dessert!

Side Kicks

Please sir, may I have some more....

Dogs can be useful and entertaining too!

Happy Birthday Georgia O'Keeffe!

Finally! An airline with a sense of humor.

Choosing a turkey

Veterans Day Honoring All Who Served 11-11-11

Start Thinking

Really cool way to "print"

I hope you voted today!

Taking care of the humans.....feed them chocolate!

The Waffle House Enigma

Don't say I didn't warn you....

Jeff Rutledge's new show

Discover Your Inner Child, a place peace never left.

Dayton artist Jeff Rutledge explores the place of our inner child. A place where we see the world and each other through the eyes of a child. The exhibition will show through Dec. 11th.

*I am putting on my critic's hat and delving into the world or art.

I thought there was a new Star Trek series...

Another sign

Rock, Paper, Sissors...

El Dia de los Muertos

Fall in Vandalia, OH

Pumpkin Pie Wars

Photo of a milk splash by Denis-Carl Robidoux on Flickr -
noncommercial use permitted with attribution