Category Archives: The Daily Growl

The Doc’s been watching a lot of TV lately so to keep him company I’ve been watching, too. The usual cooking shows, sure, but also a lot of sports. And not just the usual stuff, like baseball, which I find kind of relaxing. You know, guys standing around in some nice park with perfect grass, not much going on except every once in a while one guy hits a ball and all the other guys run around chasing it. Like the park. Some of my pals can’t get enough of chasing balls. Not my thing, but whatever. The point is I get baseball, sort of.
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Ever since we stopped going to the park my opportunities for squirrel catching have been limited. I forgot why we stopped going, exactly. I mean, almost from the day I first moved in with Mom and the Doc the park was where we went. Every morning. Afternoons, too, sometimes. I had my pals. We got to run around and chase each other, which was fun, but mostly I got a chance to hunt.
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Just this morning the Doc and I were on our usual walk. Down the street, past the school, (no kids today so I missed the pets and licks), through the alley, across the intersection to the street where the creek flows. We were walking along the creek, like always, when all of a sudden these two dogs run up to check me out. Off leash. We gave each other a sniff. Neither of them seemed to want any trouble so I stayed calm.
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THE RAMP

I know I’ve mentioned having some joint pain once in a while. No big deal but annoying sometimes. Mostly in my shoulders and probably because I have a big chest. Whatever. The thing is that they bother me sometimes. This was partly why the folks put me on the diet. They figured if I lost a couple of pounds it would take some of the weight off my shoulders—so to speak. Continue reading →

Anyone who’s ever seen me will agree that I don’t look like the ‘girly’ type. No bows in my hair, no frilly collars or silly outfits. Except on certain holidays when Lani, the Doc’s wife and my sort-of mom, insists on making me wear theme neckerchiefs. Like the green one on St. Patrick’s Day, the Stars and Stripes on Memorial Day, the orange and black number on Halloween, (my favorite because it goes well with my natural coloring), and the really goofy stuff they put on me around Christmas time.

One year it’s this headband with antlers, like I’m supposed to be a reindeer. Another time it was some floppy hat with a bell on top—Kaya the elf. Then they start taking pictures! It’s pretty embarrassing but it seems important to them for some reason so I go along with it, more or less. The less part being my ears.
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