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Squirrel 1, Hawk 0

This furry little crunch-time strategist has quite the story to tell, worthy of sharing with generations of grand-squirrels for years to come.

Hi, I’m Spunky and I’m the guest dog-blogger and film reviewer today.

Even I, a card-carrying squirrel-hater, have to grudgingly salute this literally over-the-top film, its producer and, above all, its leading-critter. He is a remarkably clever, gutsy, quick and agile little squirrel.

Even I, an avid squirrel chaser, had to feel empathy and grudging respect for the little Olympic-class evader. In an epic performance with a formidably accomplished hawk, he steals the show.

In a spirit of solidarity with all creatures great and small, and the thrill of the chase (I wouldn’t know what to do with a squirrel if I actually caught one), two paws up. I commend and recommend this film, its cinematographer and its unscripted stars.

The squirrel deserves a gold medal in a newly created event:

The World-Class Undercover Tree-Climbing CIA/Animal Division, Olympic High-Bar/Parallel Bar, Pole-Vaulting, High-Jump, Branch-Hurdle Steeple-Chasing 5000-Meter Predatory-Bird Dodging Heptathlon – Small Rodents Category.

But we know he’d just bury the medal.

The hawk makes an impressive showing, too. He is a reminder that, although I’d never admit it to my humans, being a well-sheltered “house pet” isn’t such a bad life after all!

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Mornings at Jazz & Spunky’s House

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“Good morning!” – Spunky

It happens every day.

“Dad” wakes up first. Very early. When it’s still dark. The dogs know that he’s typically the first one up. They’re usually waiting for him. At the top of the stairs. Because they know that – before he wakes up Mr. Coffee who then helps wake him up – he’ll walk to the top of the stairway that leads to the lower level, which leads to the rec room, which leads to the sliding glass door, which leads to The Great Outdoors. Read the rest of this entry »

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There’s a new pup in town

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Shhh … He doesn’t know he’s cute.

Move over, Mr. Postman. Jasmine and Spunky have a new nemesis … better known as Simba, the tiny Pomeranian pup.

He’s cute. He’s feisty. He’s fun. A triple threat.

Even when surrounded by a noisy, unpredictable crowd of towering adult strangers, the guy really knows how to work a room. Definitely an Alpha-Male, despite some people’s tendency to pick him up against his will, cuddle him mercilessly, or occasionally dress him in cute sweaters or seasonal costumes.

When a dog is that little and that adorable, such behaviors are hard to resist. (See Exhibit A: Santa-Claws photo.) If you had a waist that tiny, you’d wear a cinched belt, too. Just don’t tell him it could threaten his aggressive campaign for permanent head-of-household status.

So the little dog that’s named after a lion, looks like a fox, dances like a butterfly and bites like a bee (pant legs, ankles, sleeves and chew toys, that is) … is not giving up the fight and is causing some serious dog-relative rivalry in the step-pack.

But they’ll work it out. Jasmine and Spunky are still Queen and King bees in their respective circles, each with unique and endearing traits. Jasmine is still sweet, Spunky is still, well spunky, and Simba is the little lion that has to roar to be heard.

We’re listening, Simba. Welcome to the pack.

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Paws on Route 66

Jazz & Spunky Getting Their Kicks on Route 66 …

jazznkasbw2inThe Mother Road for adventurous peeps & pups

Route 66 – The Mother Road – is all about cars and adventure. Fast. Or not. Big. As in tailfins, poodle-skirts, or tall-tales and ya-had-to-be-there, marginally plausible recounts.

Citations, photographs and first-person witnesses optional.

Friendly. Folksy. Revved-up or scaled-down.

Elusive. Fuzzy dice and leather jackets optional.

It’s no surprise, then, that dogs like Jazz and Spunky, would be drawn to the “no pup left behind” appeal of the Mother Road. A car ride, ears flapping in the wind, is right up there with going for a w-a-l-k on a dog’s “fun stuff to do” list.

After all, life is short.

It’s all good.

There are babies to kiss, tires to chase, wheels to spin, landmarks to “mark” and fire hydrants to … well, you get the picture.

So, hit the road and follow in the paw prints of some friendly pups and peeps. Check out of the rat race and tune in to some literal and figurative taste of the good life. … when life was simpler. Somewhere along the way, you can add your name to the logs en route, with visitors from around the world.

“Your Name, City and State” was here. Read the rest of this entry »

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Spunky, unleashed

pawprinttalkdogSpunky is a feisty little Sheltie who intruded – slowly but surely – upon his step-sibling pup’s territory. Jasmine, the elder, had been QOH (Queen of the Household) before an adorable little perky-eared puppy showed up and charmed his way into the pack.

Spunky’s name suited his energetic disposition. He was friendly, curious and prone to animated “barking back” when spoken to.  Jasmine was a teenager in doggie years when Spunky invaded her domain and stole the hearts of her humans. But the dogs soon learned (grudgingly) to “sit,” “stay” and be friends, although they never did learn to “share” their food.

Although she’d never admit it, the consensus was that Jasmine really did enjoy having a little canine company around, especially when her humans left her home alone.

Spunky Ditches Leash, Catches Free Ride … and a Snooze

I remember puppy-sitting newbie Spunky one winter day (he and Jazz had been dropped off earlier via a heated car ride) and trying to walk him home with a leash. He’d wouldn’t budge. We were only about 6 blocks from home. But it was a long chilly 6 blocks. On this cold, icy and windy January day, a freezing mist was blowing around, not quite yet snow.

Jasmine, knowledgeable teen and former QOH, was unfazed by weather and familiar with the whole leash-thing. She was ready to speed-walk, visibly impatient with the insolent new puppy. But Spunky held his ground, morphing from Cute Amiable Puppy to Mule-in-Chief and Sit-in Leash-Protester. He resisted all manner of cheerleading, coaxing, firm tugs or stern commands.

The little leash-wearing dog stood in the cold rain and held his ground, refusing to budge.

As the wind blew colder, I resigned myself to picking him up with my one free hand, with Jasmine tugging on her leash on the other. I carried the content little puppy as Jazz pulled at her leash, preferring to run. Jasmine and I walked home facing into an icy cold and windy wintertime rain.

leashes_closeup_250Spunky, meanwhile, was toasty warm, totally relaxed and content to have won the battle of wills. He settled into the folds of the down-feathered jacket and promptly fell asleep, becoming distinctly heavier as we walked.

He snoozed away the rest of the trip home and likely dreamed of using leashes for what he considers a far more logical purpose: chew toys.

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