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Fall Fun?

It's official. It's fall, and all of you humans are going on to one another about the autumn leaves. Your conversations are full of fond memories, traditions and nostalgia. It's like Mother Nature primes the well of sentimentality with her ability to color the impending hibernation of our environment. To you humans it cues the start of the holiday season. There will be hay rides, apple cider, football, decorations, Trick-or-Treaters, family gatherings, gift giving, elaborate feasts, joy and good will towards your fellow man. To think, it all starts with the turning of the leaves.
Since we dogs are color blind we are unable to comprehend how the turning of green trees to ablend of reds and golds warms you when the days are getting shorter and cooler. All I know is that there is less time to go play outside. My humans take the lack of daylight as defeat. They will soon be focusing their attention on all of that indoor holiday going-ons. That means less time for the Weenies.
That's not all those fallen leaves signify. To me they represent allergies. Those dead little pieces of trees fall to the ground and rot. They grow mold and the mold invades my sisuses. It leaves me unable to breath.(No pun intended.) I go around sounding like a perverted phone caller. Once a lady asked my dog mom if I always sound so obscene. The negativity doesn't stop there.
Not only can I not breath, the allergies make my nose run constantly and my eyes water and goo up. To combat all of this I am chased through the house, by my own humans, with wild abandonment. No matter where I try to hide I am found. They are relentless. They will even go as far as moving the furniture and pulling the bed a part to get me. Once caught I am wrestled to the ground and pinned. (I'm proud to say that it takes both of them to achieve this feat.) Then and only then I am given a pill. Well not so much as given as having my jaws pried a part and and the little white thing violently shoved down the back of my throat. This little battle takes place about twice a day for a month and a half. I must say that this is not one of those cases where the battle is lost and war has yet to be won. I lose all around.
So the next time you are out there in your yard raking those pesky leaves don't look at it as a grulling chore. Don't dwell on the time you could have spent watching your favorite football team on TV. As you are bagging them up bag up all of the draw backs to having to clean up after Mother Nature. Remember all of those beautiful colors and think of all of the holiday cheer soon to be had. And if that doesn't work, think of a little Boston Terrier and all of his leaf woes.
Mr.Beans

Wow, my own voice amongst thousands.

Today is Monday, September 27. 2004. The weather is perfect here in Dayton, Ohio. It's sunny and in the low 70's and no humidity. That's perfect. I don't do well in heat or cold. My doggie daddy says that 65 to 75 is perfect Weenies (his nickname for me) weather. What this all means is that I get to go to the the football field and run off my leash. I love to play and run. When it's hot I can't breath and I get over heated.
I have a medical condition, something to do with the roof of my mouth that keeps me from breathing efficiently. The humidity irritates my sinuses, I have allergies too. So my humans have to keep me from over heating because I have no self-control.
I do try to keep cool by wallowing in various forms of liquid. I really like mud. At the school field there is always a bunch of it on south side sidelines, right around the 45yd line. The thicker stuff sticks to me like an adobe sun shield. At one of the city parks we go to there is a pond. So what if it is foul and full of dead fish, various bird droppings and bacteria enriched algea scum. When my humans are least aware I dart off and jump in! I don't understand why they get so upset. At home and at my doggie moms aunt's I have a blow up pool. It's o-kay with them because it is full of "clean" tap water. They need to understand that I don't care what kind of liquid. To a dog it's all the same, sometimes the smellier the better.
On a day like this all I can think of is "OUT". Our first "OUT" is always a walk. We all get to do our buisness. (Yes I said "we". I have a brother and a sister. My dog mom has been too lazy to scan in their pictures and put them on Dogster.) But on a day like this, all of my dog friends should be out in their yards. We'll get to pee on each other through chain-link fences. Don't make that human discusted look, we like urin. I take that back, we LOVE urin. I can never put a paw on exactly why. I don't know if it is the rich amonia content or the subtle homones that get me going. I must say that the bouquet of a female in heat makes my jowls quiver with excitement. You humans just don't get pharamones.
Well my dog mom has just finished her coffee. All of this talk of "OUT" has put me in the mood. I must go, literally.
Mr.Beans