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Monitoring The Neighborhood
Yes, Landon bounces and plays in the yard, but sometimes he needs to pause long enough to check in on the neighbors. The humans and canines are interesting enough, but this was the deer neighbors and they are very, very fascinating.
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A Bed Of Leaves
His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey believes in his enthusiastic backyard napping, but when you add leaves for extra comfort, this might be a royal heaven for slumber. We just won’t ask what the neighbors think.
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Those Ears
Roscoe has a quite expressive face, but those ears add accents to every message. He has the alert and paying attention face as seen above, but it ranges to the tired “Malamute” ears that droop to the sides of his head when he is sleepy. For today, though, we give you the perky ears.
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A Sixth Scent
Today’s story is a great example of how Hu-Dad unfairly judges a Little Prince’s intentions simply because of a little historical pattern. After all, His Royal Highness argued, he merely planned to sniff the roses and savor their smells. Watering them was absolutely, positively not in the plans. What do you think, Dear Readers?
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The Siberian Side-Eye
Landon bounced around the backyard in his usual Boom Boom style when Hu-Dad said some really crazy things. Something about “slow down” and “don’t trample the humans” and other negative things like that. Landon fired back the Siberian Side-Eye, that face that sums up the lack of obedience to come.
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Strut With Confidence
Roscoe might be the youngest member of The Herd, but he knows that if you strut with confidence, everyone will believe you’re boss. Except for your bestest pal ever, who will tackle you in the next few seconds. And that bouncy Boom Boom brother who lives in his own universe. And that old suave guy who acts like he’s boss (yes, sir, whatever you say, sir). Other than them, Roscoe’s the boss (in his own mind).
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Protesting The Guest Policy
Normally, the only people who ring our doorbell deliver packages to us. That’s of limited interest to us, except for a few rare exceptions. Last night, though, dozens of little humans dressed up in fanciful costumes and rang our doorbell. Then—get this—the Hu-Dad gave them treats. Them and not us! And we couldn’t greet them with the Siberian pounce. In fact, we were required to stay in Hu-Dad’s study with those doors closed. So, yes, Roscoe was protesting this inexplicable guest policy.
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Where Is The Doorman?
Clouds rolled in this weekend, so our weather is cooler and gloomier. Without the sunshine, Frankie prefers being inside. Unfortunately, Hu-Dad was busy capturing photos of the dogs, so Frankie is sending a “subtle” message to speed things up.
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Avoid Eye Contact
We work hard every day, at least if you count looking cute and getting away with mischief as work. Hu-Dad, however, says we’re also supposed to pose for the camera. Maybe Typhoon thought these were supposed to be mug shots, because he’s sure working to avoid eye contact.
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Keeping Up With The Young’uns
As we noted earlier this week, Frankie has lived at Chez Herd now for eleven years. Since he came here as an adult, he certainly qualifies as a senior, so readers asked how he’s doing. We think this photo from yesterday answers the question. It shows his smiling face as we neared the completion of our daily six miles on the neighborhood greenway. Yes, he walks just as far as the younger dogs. Enough said.
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Air Traffic Control Complaint
Now we’ve done it. We live near the Asheville airport. They’ve reported strange sightings on their radar indicating some sort of flying object around Chez Herd. We’ve denied all knowledge, but a formal air traffic control complaint has been filed. Boom Boom may need to secure his pilot’s license and register his flight plan.
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How Mischief Begins
The stare. The flick of the tail. The pawing of the ground. As happens eleventy-seven bazillion times a day, the Trouble Brothers dare each other into yet another series of Siberian games. Who started it this time? Does it really matter?
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