Have you ever seen a fairy ring? I didn't know what they were until my pa pointed them out, because I was too busy chasing squirrels. However, they are all over my neighborhood.
In England, where my pa is from, they say that fairy rings are the result of fairies or elves dancing. In Germany, fairy rings were said to mark the site of witches. The Dutch claim that the circles are where the Devil set his milk churn. Other countries say fairy rings are the result of flying dragons and are guarded by giant bug-eyed toads that curse anyone who step into the fairy ring!
I think I'll stick to squirrels, thank you very much.
This morning on my walk, my mom and I detoured from our usual route and thank heavens we did. When we rounded the corner at 50th and Battey, a veritable smorgasborg of squirrels awaited me.
You may have to click on the image to see all the squirrels, but from my vantage point I counted six. Six squirrels, ha ha ha.
The squirrels got me to thinking....my favorite things begin with the letter S: Squirrels, Sleep and, most importantly, S-U-P-P-E-R. Here's another dog that loves squirrels almost as much as me:
For the uninitiated, the basset hound is a scent hound, bred for hunting rabbits by scent. Our sense of smell for tracking is second only to that of the Bloodhound. The name Basset is derived from the French word bas, meaning "low", with the suffix -et, together meaning "rather low."
So, my keen sense of smell and my short stature make me an ideal dog for sniffing out small game, like squirrels or cats. This morning on my walk, I thought I smelled something:
This weekend I had to stay with my friends at Case again because my ma and pa had a big soiree to celebrate their nuptials. When my ma came to pick me up yesterday, she had a BIG surprise for me -- my English grandmother and grandfather! They brought me a fabulous toy squirrel (sans stuffing, interestingly) and an antler thingy to chew on -- delish! I am looking forward to spending time with them this week and mooching more treats off of them.
This morning my mom and I veered from our normal routine and took a walk around Daffin Park. It was quite spectacular with the sun coming up.
Hi everybody! Sorry I have been so absent lately from the dogo-blogosphere. My mom went on a trip to Texas to see Onslo and Hyacinth, or as I call her, "Faye the Great." She is going to write about her trip for all of her loyal readers (hi Brian!) this weekend.
While she was gone, I had to spend some time at the vet, because my pa was too busy at work to come home and let me out in the middle of the day. I really didn't mind though because they love me and take good care of me. They've been in business in Savannah for 100 years - that's a loooong time in dog years - and Dr. McCorvey is the fourth generation in her family to practice veterinary medicine.
Luckily for me and my pa, his work slowed down a bit on Saturday so he came and picked me up early. He even came to pick me up in my favorite ride:
It made quite the impression on all the vets and vet techs at Case!
Last night was the first chance my mom has had since she's been home to take me on a walk. Would you believe we spotted the first daffodils of the season?
That can only mean one thing - spring is right around the corner! Longer days and longer walks and more squirrels to chase...I can hardly wait!
For me, the best part of each day - other than 7 a.m. and 7 p.m. when I must be fed on.the.dot - is when my mom comes home from work. If it's nice weather, that means I get to take a walk around my neighborhood and unwind from my long day of napping at home alone.
My new neighborhood has a name - Ardsley Park - and it was voted the best neighborhood in Savannah. The plan of Ardsley Park, a regular grid with landscaped squares, is a 20th century variant of Oglethorpe's original city plan. It is made up of all the homes bounded by Victory Drive on the north to 55th Street on the south, and by Waters Avenue on the east to Bull Street on the west.
Enough history, on to the important stuff. Usually we walk through the park at Battey and on until we get to where one of my new friends, Griffindore, lives. I call him Griffin for short. He waits on the steps of his house and when he sees me and my mom walking down Battey, he starts howling like some kind of basset hound. Actually, that's because he is a basset hound. He looks just like me except he is brown where I am white.
After leaving Griffin's house we walk past the house with the ginormous lemon tree. We have to walk down this street because my mom has a fixation with any kind of citrus trees. I heard my pa say it is a sickness. Anyway, we continue walking to another park where other people are walking their dogs too. I always try to make friends, because you can never have too many friends, especially if they have treats. This park has lots of trees, and I almost always see squirrels, my favorite things to chase. Maybe one day I will catch one, but until then, it's back to my house, where I patiently await the 7 p.m. question, "Sadie, do you want supper?"
