Squirrelicious

Hi my name is Diesel and I'm a squirrel addict.

Whenever I see the small grey bushy tailed critters run my entire being begins to quiver with the prospect of a chase. Unfortunately the instance before my brain registers the sighting with the reaction I usually hear a slight, barely audible, sigh from my owner and a perceptible pull on the leash. She is actually able to brace herself for the spring loaded, cat-like explosion rendered from my hindquarters muting my attack before it even begins.

"Sit, sit Diesel, sit, no chasing squirrels, squirrels are our friends....."

Didn't anyone tell her I'm a dog? I try to communicate my maddening frustration with continued lunges and loud whines but end up relinquishing my desires to continue the walk.

Fear not friends in the evening at her feet, curled up on the rug, lulled to sleep by her foot petting my coat I chase that squirrel over mountain tops, under highway passes and always, always reach my prey. What she doesn't know is at the end that squirrel and I share stories over nuts and bones and parts ways as friends:)

Hi my name is Diesel and I'm a squirrel addict, but I'm also a dog a very friendly dog at that.

We're not Welcome

Today was a bright and sun shining day in my city - Vancouver. So family set out in the car with the little howler in tow and drove across town, I think we even went over a bridge! I wasn't sure what was happening until I was let out of the car and saw the "Welcome to West Vancouver" sign. I bet your thinking I didn't know Diesel could read, well I can, and lately my female owner has been so preoccupied with the little pup I've taken to staring at the spines of book on the shelf that's at my height.

So we're in "West Vancouver" and it's happy time with the sun shining and people all about the little pup's contraption is opening and he's plopped into the wheeler walker. I'm not to crazy about the stroller, as the humans call it, because although I get to walk proudly beside every once and awhile helplessly easily distracted female owner runs over my paw. Can't she just steer straight? Thankfully both my owners are along for the trip which means I get man handled, literally. He takes control of my leash and we walk a bit before he settles on a nice little piece of green grass to toss the ball for me. I can't help but notice the sign with a picture of a pup and a red cross through it. I guess they don't like white dogs here. I personally have nothing against white dogs but some of the little yappy ones do get on my nerves. I'm good to go though because I have milk chocolate brown fur. There's no sign banning me.

After a few good tosses it's back on the leash for some more walking. We start walking next to the beach I can see the water and you know how I feel about the water but still I can't help but notice just how much signage there is banning the little white dogs. Too bad this place is nice. Finally my owner takes off the leash and I take off for the water.

After many, many stick returns, ball returns and shaking water off my fur I'm back on the leash for more walking. This day is going great! Then I hear my female owner say something about no dogs allowed on the sea wall??? Then it clicks in my thick skull maybe those signs were banning dogs, not just the little white ones now that I think about it the little black ones are just as yappy.

So my question is this: What do humans have that dogs don't that makes it OK for them to walk on the sea wall and not us?

Oh and please do not blame it on our waste disposal because just the other day my female owner and I were walking in the park and I saw a human male taking a piss beside MY tree. Of course I had to show him how it's really done I mean come on man you gotta lift a leg!

Diesel the Dancing Dog

I don't know what's up with this time of year. The weather has been the same for awhile with the wet stuff pelting my fur during walks and night time lasting much longer than usual. My owners however have found a new source of energy I'm not privy to. For example today I went for my morning walk as usual, came home, ate my bowl down to the last drop and went to take my first nap. It's my routine I like it it's quiet and starts the day off right, but just before drifting off my female owner turn up the music. Of course I had to check it out and wound up both front paws on either side of her hips swaying side to side. "Dance with me Diesel" she says. I have to say I'm quite the dancing dog but only if the tempo is right, speed it up too much and my back paws can't keep up, sliding all over. I survived the song but from the look in her eyes I don't think I've finished my dancing duties today.