Wednesday, June 24, 2009

More fine days








Pops was right - time does seem to fly by quickly. But was I having fun? Yeah, you could say so. At least there are no bad times - not since I came to live with Moms and Pops!

So... let's see if I remember what's been happening since my last post. The big thing was Uncle Matt, Auntie Michelle and Kevin coming over for Father's Day. Uncle Matt is Pops' real son. People call me his son when Uncle Matt is not here. Usually it's when I do something bad, and Moms says, "You know what YOUR son did?" The other day, Pops said to Moms, "You better not say that in front of Matt!"

I like Uncle Matt. He's the only guy who plays with me the way huskies like to play - rough! That's 'cause Uncle Matt is a soldier. He's a captain in the U.S. Army and flies helicopters! How cool is that?!

He's not a bad chef either. He cooked steaks on the barbie for Pops. They both love their red meat. I should say, we all love our red meat. Only the girls - Moms and Michelle - like chicken better. Trina Jieh-jieh is cool though. She likes meat too. Mmmm-m-m... it was GOOD! Moms made a fresh strawberry pie that everyone went ga-ga over, but it's all just fruit to me. Only good thing about it is that it's red... like meat. MEAT!

Today Pops took me to run around Stowe Lake - up Strawberry Hill. Bet you didn't even know it was called that, did you? We started out for the Headlands, with Pops' bike and all, but then he remembered he had a dental appointment so we did the Stowe Lake thing instead. Then, when we got home, he realized he had the weeks mixed up and didn't have no appointment after all! Hiyah!

Anyway, it was fun. There were lots of squirrels and gophers and scents left by other dogs for me to sniff at. Pops says sniffing is good for developing intelligence, cause the brain has to process all that data that the nose aquires. Well, them's his words, but I think I get the drift. There were all sorts of pretty flowers too. Pops brought his new point-and-shoot and took a bunch of pictures. He liked the stone bridge. Said something about 19th Century Romanticism and him being born into the wrong time... Huh, wha...?

Friday, June 19, 2009

Another Fine Day






Ah, yes, life is good. Lucky to live around here, as Pops always says. Today we went up a trail we had never been on before. It's also in the Marin Headlands but closer to the Golden Gate. Fun seeing familiar places from a different spot. Took me a while to recognize some of them, but then it was like, Oh yeah! I know where that is! Check out these views!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Whadya lookin' at?!











Dang! First nice day and what do I get? A bath! So what if I've been sloshing around in the ocean, or running around in the sand, or tromping through the bushes! What did dogs do back in the wild? Did they take baths? N-o-o-o! And if you think these pictures are cute, you're sick! A prevert like Pops!

But... I gotta admit, I look pretty damn good afterwards. Check out the picture of moi sunning on the deck! If I were a girl, I'd be in love!

Well, I know it's been a while since I posted anything but nothing unusual's been happening. Don't get me wrong, it HAS been fun. Been going to Baker Beach a lot. Pops lets me play with other dogs now. That's 'cause I've been a good boy. I come when he calls me... well, eventually I do, anyway. Heh heh... once, when I was little, I played and played and totally ignored him. I started to follow the other dog home! Oh, man, was Pops pissed! But don't tell him I said this - he's a softie. Once he catches up to me, he always says "Good boy!" and gives me a treat. He never stays mad - kinda like us dogs, know what I mean?

Anyway, just thought I'd drop by with a few words - didn't want to stay away too long. Pops insisted on posting these pictures. Oh well, gotta humor the old guys sometimes. I'm over it.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Headlands Marathon


Hey! I'm back! A whole week has gone by with not much to report except for yesterday. Whew! Pops took me on a marathon run! We started from our usual spot at the Miwok trailhead, across from Rodeo Lagoon. It was a beautiful day - sunny but cool. All the flowers were still blooming, the grasses were high and swaying in the breeze. It was still early so it was just Pops and me, nothing but the sound of his bicycle tires on the gravel, the occasional cries of birds -oh, speaking which - we heard a rustle off to the side and there were about five big-ass buzzards coming out of a ditch. I mean, they were HUGE - their skinny red heads stood taller than me! I wasn't about to chase them! Even pops got a little nervous and pulled me along, sayin' "C'mon!" When they heard us, they all took off in flight. What a sight! And what a noise their wings made as they lifted themselves up into the air - whup whup whup whup whup!

The Miwok trail is steep but Pops and I have done it so many times it seems easier each time. Before we knew it we were at the top. We stopped at our usual spot where Pops gives me water while I catch my breath. Usually, by now, I'm pretty hot. Not tired, just hot. Not used to this Southern climate. This time Pops gave me some food out of a packet he brought with him in his CamelBak. Strange, I thought. Little did I know then that he was energizing me for the long run ahead! Good thing I ate some, even though I wasn't feeling that hungry.

Soon, another cyclist came up the trail where we had come. Pops asked him if he was going down the Old Spring Trail. He wanted to know the trail conditions and the guy said it was fine, nothing technical or real hard, just a couple of sharp turns and abrupt, rocky rises and dips. "You just gotta be careful around those," he said.

"Oh yeah, I know about those," said Pops. "But it's been years since I went down there and back then it was really deeply rutted and I'm worried about going down there with him tied to me," he said, pointing at me.

Don't worry about me, I thought. Have I ever caused you trouble? Haven't I gone with you everywhere, over rocks, down single tracks, loose sand, wet mud and horse poop? You just pay attention to what you're doing and I'll take care of my end. I got four legs, remember!

"No, there aren't any ruts," the bike guy said. "That's a beautiful dog! Is he part wolf?"

And, of course, Pops said, "No."

So... we waited a while for the bike guy to go down and put some distance between us. Then off we went and, Man! Let me tell you how cool it was. First of all the view was fantasic, with the lush green valley dropping down below us to the left. The trail was narrow but had perfect, packed dirt. We went over a couple of wooden bridges where the tires went "kapop-kapop-kapop." Then we went over those sharp turns and rocky dips the bike guy told us about. No problem! Piece of cake! Eventually we came to the stretch where Pops said the ruts used to be. Now it's all paved and smoothed over with hard-packed dirt and - get this - steps! Yeah, they stepped it! That's right - long shallow steps that we rode down making loud crashing noises and Pops went "u-u-u-u-h-h-h-h-h" so that his voice reverberated as we bounced and dropped down each step. What a blast!

Suddenly we were at the bottom and rode right into the back of some horse stables. Pops had to get off the bike and walk so as not to spook the horses. I was having so much fun I didn't even notice them! Normally I'd be goin' crazy with wanting to chase them.

After resting a bit in the Tennessee Valley parking lot we headed up the Marincello Trail. Man, this was a long, tedious grind! By now the sun had come up high and I got really hot. About mid way, Pops stopped in the shade of a lone clump of trees and gave me some more water. Now I'm glad I ate the food back there. We waited till a group of runners passed by and started up again. We were going so slow we couldn't pass the runners! I could tell Pops wasn't used to riding behind pedestrians, but each time he went faster he looked over at me and slowed down.

I was glad to finally reach the top. Once we faced the ocean side there was a wonderful, cool sea breeze and I felt much better. The run down Bobcat was pretty smooth and easy. About half way, we stopped again to look at the beautiful view and to take in more of that cool ocean breeze. After we started down again we came across a lady who was taking pictures. She took some of me and Pops going down the trail toward her. When we came up to her Pops stopped and asked,

"Digital?"

"Yes."

"Can you email me some? I've always wanted some pictures of me and my dog riding out here."

"Sure," she said, and these are the pictures you see here. She was very nice. Her name is Rony.

Soon, we were back at the parking lot. We finally caught up to one of the runners and Pops asked her if she was gonna run all the way back to Tennessee Valley and she said,"Yes," pointing up toward the Miwok Trail.

Pops said, "Wow, you're strong! That's the way we went."

She smiled and didn't say anything.

When we got home I was too tired to even jump all over Trina Jieh-jieh like I usually do. I slept most of the day.

"A tired Husky is a happy Husky," Pops said.

Hmmm... z-z-z-zzzzz

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Sun in the Mist

Well, whadyaknow! Pops inserted a poem here last night! Must have been up late, 'cause I was sound asleep. Surprisingly, he was up early this morning - the first one up! Must have slept good after writing the poem.

For today, we all went to Baker Beach for a quick run-around. The fog today is even thicker than yesterday. In fact we caught a few rain drops on the way out. I didn't get much of a run today and was still pretty riled up after we got home, but nobody wanted to play! Oh well, guess some days are just like that.

Here's another one of the paintings Pops did of me in our Travels with Dharma Dog series - something nice and sunny to balance out the kinda gloomy day. See y'all in the doggie blog-o-sphere!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Possessed



He ran possessed
by the upturned faces
of flowers blooming
uncomplaining of grey skies
needing no reason to be beautiful
He ran possessed
by the fog cascading
down the hillsides
leaving dewdrops on his hackles
silencing everything but
his breath
He ran possessed

Headlands Retreat









It's Monday, a day of retreat for Pops. Weekends are a bit intense for him. He likes being with his friends and all but he's basically a loner, so come Mondays he can't wait for some quiet time. I'm the only who gets to hang with him when he wants to be alone, heh heh. Well, he got his wish today. The Headlands was covered - or smothered - in fog. We both love the fog. It makes everything look dreamy and softens up sound too. Pops brought his camera and while he was busy taking pictures I got to roam. He trusts me a lot more now, and I can wander off real far before he starts to whistle for me. Most times I just come back to him on my own anyway. I remember him telling me once, "If you're a good boy and come when I call, I'll let you off leash, Okay? We can have so much fun together if you're good."

Well, we had a lot of fun today - just quiet kinda fun, like, kinda moody. Lately, I've heard Pops say, many times, "Man, I can't believe it's June already!"

I wonder why he says that. Is he running out of time? Was he supposed to have done something? Every once in a while, he'd come up to me, like, right out of the blue, and give me a big hug, like he's kinda sad or somethin'. Seems more like he wants ME to give HIM a hug, or kiss him, but I just can't bring myself to do it, know what I mean? Human lips, ew! Now, his fingers, on the other hand, are real yummy. All right, enough of that.

Anyway, we had a nice time up in the Headlands. Pops calls it his church. After we got to the top of Hill 88, we ran all the way back to the car. We got into a good rhythm too! I guess his knees don't bother him any more. I was pooped by the time we got home.