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by winecountrydog
Have you ever seen Dotty Dalmation riding a bicycle? His viddy is a huge hit!
I admire how easily Dotty mounts his cool yellow and green bike, places his paws correctly on the pedals, and sit-stays comfurtably on the saddle. He then deftly pawsitions his front paws on the handlebars and pedals off nonchalantly.
Here is Dotty pedaling around a city street in Japan. This is actual film footage, not a stunt.
Furriends, pawleeze do not try this at home unless you're wearing a safety helmet.
I always paw-point out the safety angle. You know I'm the kind of dog who wears a seatbelt harness fur car travel.
Paw-note: None of the dog helmets I know of have been tested by human safety engineers. Sometimes some type of protection is better than none, but not always. Poorly made protective gear can create a false sense of security or be the cause of injury.
by winecountrydog
A beautiful day yesterday atop the hills in Sonoma Valley wine country.
I was at dog-friendly Kunde Family Estate with @twitchhiker – aka Paul Smith. Here you see him taking a pic for twitpic.
Standing right in the middle of Kunde's Magnolia Lane Sauvignon Blanc vineyard, sommelier Chris Sawyer explains how humans open screw caps by magic. Winemaker Jeff Kunde looks on knowingly, holding a bottle of same.
Next, twitchhiker does the screw cap bottle-opening trick brilliantly! Anastasia Schuster, aka @AccessInspirati, watches carefully. I bet she can now do the trick too!
Does it make sense fur humans to drink right from the bottle? Below, sommelier Sawyer's obviously in favor of using a glass fur tastin' the next wine. Jeff Kunde pours his '05 Reserve Century Vines Zinfandel.
Humans look so yappy when winetasting. Makes me wish we dogs drank wine.
Twitchhiker apparently enjoys the old vine Zinfandel.
Having finished his Zin, twitchhiker takes a break to twitter.
Howl, just imagine: Paul's the first human to travel the globe by the good graces of twitterers!
Twitchhiker looks cool in his new Kunde vest, below. He's the nicest human, really, and he's raising funds for safe drinking water in schools in developing nations.
You can follow @twitchhiker on twitter. Pawleeze read his blog to learn about twitchhiking and helping charity: water.
Paw-note: I'll be goin' back to Kunde 'cuz it's a super dog-friendly winery. Check out their dog hikes and eco-hikes!
by winecountrydog
Every dog is a work of art. A dream to wake up to.
As a tribute to us dogs and to the drinking holiday that humans call St. Patrick's Day, I give you this unique corgi pawtrait:
Woof thanks fur the pic to Shippie's Pub, Tasmania's famous watering hole, where they're pawtying every day.
Pawleeze pass the local Lagunitas. I can have 60 mL. Calms me hyper self.
by pawlitico
My feathery furriend Scrubby is on the fence beyond my window. She's jreeing hello.
Scrubby, aka Ms. Jay, chose not to disappear after dog-ma released her. I guess she'd like us to put a door in the window so she can come in fur meals. I think she's going to have babies, judging from how big and round she is.
Too bad Ms. Jay couldn't eat her special meal while she was staying with us. Dog-ma made exactly what veterinarian Dr. Jona Jordan suggested.
But Scrubby was in too much shock to eat. Last evening, she nearly suffered a horrible death, hung upside down by her leg, swinging from a tree branch. A tangled bracelet of fish-net plastic around her left ankle had become a lethal handcuff.
Thank dogness that, just before dark, a pair of anxious birds nearby caught our attention with their frantic cries. Tilin Corgi and I hailed dog-ma, who came running with a tall ladder.
We watched dog-ma lean the ladder against the tree, pull on a pair of gloves, and turn on a flashlight. She climbed quickly.
We held our breath as she stretched out her hands to the Scrub Jay. She embraced the bird with her right hand, holding her fairly immobile as she broke off branches around the bird's leg with her left hand. We hated seeing how twisted the Jay's leg was. What a long, tense minute. We feared the leg would crumple or pop out of the hip socket.
Suddenly dog-ma was descending with Scrubby safe in hand. I noticed that Scrubby had put the bite on dog-ma's right index finger and wasn't lettin' go. Smart bird. We followed them into the house. Dog-ma closed the home office door behind her to talk to Scrubby in private.
I heard dog-ma gently whisper, "Hold on, Scrubby. Just a bit more. Argh, that horrible plastic is hard to cut. . . . Okay, you're free now."
After a while I heard fluttering — the sounds of Scrubby flyin' around the room till she settled on a pawsition on top of the bookshelf, a good place to hide and roost.
Dog-ma came out of the room and told us that our new furriend was resting. Off to the kitchen shuffled dog-ma, sadly wailing something about cruelty to animals.
We took comfort in what Dr. Jordan had said about The Bird Rescue Center being a good place fur Ms. Jay to get well. Dog-ma planned to take her there, and to ask the rescuers if we could release our furriend back home here when she was well.
Pawsitive thoughts allowed us to sleep through the night.
We were awakened at 7 o'clock by our Siamese, who jumped up in the air with surprise. We saw that she was listening hard to something — a repeating thumping sound.
We all jumped out of bed and ran to the office room. Dog-ma opened the door slightly and the sound got louder. She slipped into the room, closing the door behind her.
Sitting outside, I smiled. I could tell that Scrubby was awake and energized. The sounds were comin' from her attempts to break through the glass window to freedom!
In a low voice, dog-ma exclaimed, "You, you can stand on both legs! . . . How could this be possible?"
Scrubby just continued jumping at the window.
After a couple of minutes, dog-ma declared, "Dear sweet amazing bird, I'm going to set you free!"
And so she did.
