Dear Dog Diary:
Recycle dog Rusty here.
In a former life, I was a toaster. You know how Oregonians are - all green and sustainable....
Tiki Dude and I are surfing, or should I say, suffering snow in the yard.
Just so you know what we’ve been through, here are a few pix before, during, and now.
It’s Snowmeggadon - the biggest winter in decades.
The worst since our Surf Dog Diaries family moved from SoCal to the Columbia River Gorge 10 years ago.
We’re standing guard for the Surf Dog home office these days.
Kinda sad - fewer mammals around – just a girl and a dog and a cat. She’s out shoveling snow and scraping the roof – it’s too much work, if you ask me.
I think they’re all grousing around and mourning. They recently lost two geezer dogs. One, just a week ago, was surfing the yard. The other gave up in May. Dude and Elvis – twin bassets of different mothers.
Recycled, aka rescue dogs.
Now recycled again - surfing waves in the sky.
So Tiki Dude and I thought we’d pitch in.
I’m trying my best here to be cheerful but Tiki’s smile is a little scowly lately.
He’s trying to keep a stiff upper lip.
Here’s my happy ear flap up - crumb tray out look….
Would you believe – I have a defrost button!?!
We checked on surfboard dude in the driveway and here’s what he had to say…
And the BBQ boyz?
They’re pretty silent, too.
Momma quail yard art is almost visible again. Her kids, still under snow.
Thankfully, our actual quail neighbors still commute through the yard – not really interested in quail art.
And prayer flags?
They’re the only constant - they flitter and float. A little more lively than the rest of us. Of course, a roof overhead can’t hurt. Then again, they are hanging with icicles.
Here are the neighbors' cars.
Yard art, too.
Frankly, Diary, it 's been ruff on all of us. We’re all family - all hanging together.
Trying to recycle our hearts and our smiles. To begin again.
I guess that's why they call it the ride.
The ride of life with a dog.
The Surf Dog Diaries.