Surfing through life. Our journey first began 4 generations ago (in dog years). We are one big, lovable dog family. One global pack, millions of little toes on the nose of a surfboard - together on the ride of life.Read More
Dear Dog Diary: I love fall snap and fall spunk, maybe more than anything else. It’s your wakeup call - just when you were all lazy endless summer surf dog.
If you're someplace warm, you don’t even know what you’re missing.
Zen of fall dog life in the Columbia River Gorge.Read More
The perfect nap requires just three things: a full belly, a vigorous walk and a cozy bed by a window overlooking my territory. It's a dog's life, but I cope with it as best I can. I don't even think I snore or release gas, but DogMother just rolled her eyes when she read that.
It's getting to be my favorite time of year, when the temperature gets cooler, leaves invite me to chase them and DogParents enjoy having my warm self in their laps.
Keep your ruffs tidy and your noses shiny and cool!
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Roar of the ocean
she looks angry
pounding her shore
wave after wave
crashing, smashing, no slowing down.
Why such a hurry
why not relax,
hang out on the deck and chillax
Pink tan sand
wet and juicy under foot – or would be, if I ever get up.
Seagulls hang nearby
looking for meals,
just rummaging around on shore
hunting for treasure
with nowhere to go.
Silhouettes, joggers in the distance
backlit at daybreak
daylight turns pink - just a hint - a shy little blush.
In the distance, heavy grey.
Up close, marine layer mystery.
Ocean, she keeps deep secrets,
line between air and sea barely visible, if any.
Is anyone lost at sea?
Sounds of ocean orchestra
symbols and drums
she could be trouble
She’s not the shy little thing that is lazy and warm
definitely not here on the Oregon Coast
with cold, crashing waves
grey, moody skies,
And those birds, they look lazy on shore
like casual beach goers
but I know the truth,
they’re always on guard.
I’ll stay warm in my blanky,
tightly wrapped, swaddling clothes
on the recliner
at ocean overlook
early fall morn.
Think I’ll wait to see her in person,
to feel her person
think I’ll just sit here and watch,
feel her spray
from the safety of warm and dry.
Hear her roar, feel it inside.
Savor her smells,
the siren scent,
a most dangerous woman.
Feel her pulse,
I’ll try to get in sync
or anywhere closer than
girl in window, safe and lazy,
with a spectacular front row seat to roaring surf.
I’ll let those enterprising birds do all the work
until sun comes up and
cold, pounding ocean becomes warm sandy beach
and I can’t resist her call a moment more.
Hint of blue behind grey cloudy skies
will she bring joy
or more great grey mystery?
Think I’ll sit and watch ocean TV
and see what the wild woman decides.
By Barbara Ayers
Lincoln City, OR
Dear Dog Diary:
There is only one thing to do when it rains for 3 days straight.
Nap, nap and nap some more.
Put it down as keeping your Dog Father's chair warm.
I am not fond of chilly rain, because I have no fur undercoat and minimal body fat, but I sure do like the towel rub down and finding Dog Mother's favorite throw for a post-walk snuggle.
Gotta go. Dreams to catch...