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The Penny Chronicles

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , on December 7, 2012 | 3 Comments »

My name is Penny.

DSC04213I’m always hungry. Kasey is, too.  The old boring guy never gives us enough food, though, so Kasey and I are always on the lookout for more.  When it comes to getting more food, Kasey and I make a pretty good team.

We wait until the Leader and the old boring guy aren’t around.  I’m taller, so I’ll stretch up onto the counter and try to pull things down.  Kasey can jump up onto tables where I can’t get, and when she does she’ll knock down anything tasty up there.  Kasey’s little paws and teeth are good at getting into plastic packages, too.

Lately we’ve had a lot of luck.  We ate a bag of bread, a bowl of grapes, and some hard shriveled grapes.  I didn’t like the shriveled grapes, so I barfed them up and the old boring guy found it.  Ha, ha!  Tough luck, old boring guy!  Kasey and I both thought that was funny.

It’s been good times since Kasey has joined the pack.  I’m still hungry, though, so today we will go hunting again.

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Kasey’s Favorite Movie Scene Ever

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Movies, tagged , , , , , on November 30, 2012 | 2 Comments »

It’s safe to say that Kasey is somewhat attracted to squirrels.  If she spots one in the distance it is cause for all-out, head back, muzzle-raised baying, coupled with a quick dart in the squirrel’s general direction.  Once the end of the leash is reached, Kasey resorts to Iditarod-quality pulling, capable of out-hauling a Dodge Ram, toward where the squirrel was moments before — because, of course, the tree rodent is long gone by then.

It’s not surprising, then, that this is Kasey’s favorite movie scene of all time:

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Sleeping In

Posted in Dogs, Family, Growing Up, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , , , , , on November 23, 2012 | Leave a Comment »

I’ve always been an early bird.

In our family, UJ was the great sleeper; he could sleep past noon if he wanted.  Not me.  I would awaken between 5 and 6, like clockwork, and trot downstairs to get the day started.   Once I was up, I was up.  That pattern continued into adulthood.

And so it was this morning.  The dogs were up even earlier than usual, jingling their collars, shaking their heads, and making that flapping sound that occurs when dog ears slap against dog heads.  So I was up especially early, feeding Penny and Kasey and going outside with them for our morning walk at about 3:30.

When we returned, the dogs went into dogsleep mode, and I thought:  if dogs can do it, why can’t I?  So I went back to bed, too — and to my amazement, I was able to fall asleep.  Even more astonishing, I slept until 8, something I probably haven’t done since college.  I dreamed pleasant dreams and awoke happy and refreshed.

This sleeping in thing isn’t bad.

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The Penny Chronicles

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , , on November 21, 2012 | 1 Comment »

My name is Penny.

A while ago, fake dogs became part of our pack.  They stay in front of our house.  That’s a good thing, because they really give me the creeps.

One of the fake dogs sits by our front door.  Kasey and I call him Red Eye.  When I first saw him, I gave him a good sniff.  He has no dog smell.  He smells the same as a rock or a tree or a fence.  And he’s always staring, with beady red eyes and his mouth open and his pink tongue hanging out and a dopey expression on his face.  He’s got on a dumb collar, too.  I guess he’s just supposed to look like a really stupid dog.  I don’t think he’s fooling anyone, except maybe for the looking stupid part.

Kasey doesn’t like the stupid fake dog.  She thinks it’s weird.  When we get back from a walk with the old boring guy, Kasey always stays as far away from the fake dog as she can.  Then she scratches at the door to get inside fast.

The other fake is just part of a dog.  Kasey and I call him Dog Butt.  It’s just a butt and a tail, sticking out of the plants in front of the house.  The butt never moves, and the tail never wags.  And even though everyone knows that the tail section is the best smelling part of any dog, this fake dog has no dog smell, either.  How can that be?  A dog’s butt with no smell is as disappointing as a food bowl with no food.

I feel sorry for Dog Butt.  Now, when I go outside, I always go to the bathroom next to Dog Butt.  I figure I might as well contribute a little of the dog smell that other dogs will expect when they see a dog butt in the air.

No need to thank me, Dog Butt!  Any dog would do the same.

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How Do Sleeping Dogs Lie?

Posted in Dogs, Family, Humor, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , , on October 12, 2012 | 3 Comments »

When Penny and Kasey are snoozing, their sleep is sound and deep.  The TV doesn’t bother them, and it seems as though they could sleep through an earthquake or World War III.  How is it, then, that they can achieve instant awareness and leap off the couch in a split-second whenever you quietly walk into the laundry room where their food bowls are kept?

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Pre-Dawn Moon, September 29

Posted in Columbus, Kasey, Penny, Photography, weather, tagged , , , , , , on September 29, 2012 | 2 Comments »

As we began our walk all too early on this clear and cool September day, the moon hung low over the western horizon, brighter than the street light and nestled in the nook made by the trees.  Penny and Kasey took advantage of the moonlight to do some serious scent exploring.

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Straining At The Leash

Posted in Dogs, Kasey, Reflections, tagged , , , , , on August 24, 2012 | 2 Comments »

The picture below aptly captures Kasey’s approach to walks.  When we leave the house, she promptly trots ahead until the leash scrolls out to its maximum extent.

The leash stays taut as a bowstring throughout the walk, as Kasey pulls relentlessly forward, head swiveling from side to side, looking for anything that might be worth noticing.  And if she sees something interesting, she heads for it at ramming speed.  It’s as if every vista is so exciting that she can’t resist straining to get there as fast as possible, as if every smell is so absorbing that it merits immediate and deep attention.  The world isn’t going to pass Kasey by — she’s going to dive in head first and fully experience every second.

I compare her headlong approach to mine, as I saunter down the path and am barely able to conceal my ennui about walking past things I’ve seen hundreds of times before.  And then I wonder:  what would it be like if you spent every moment of every day straining at the leash and eager to see what might be found around the next corner?

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The Penny Chronicles

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , , on August 5, 2012 | 1 Comment »

My name is Penny.

The old boring guy is getting on my nerves.  It’s hot outside.  Everyone knows it.  When Kasey and I go outside, we want to take care of business and come right back.  The Leader knows this.  But the old boring guy won’t let us!  No, he has to take us on a walk, and he won’t even let us stop whenever we want to sniff interesting smells along the way.  Instead, he walks ahead and we have to trot just to keep up with him.

Hey, old boring guy!  See the brown stuff on my skin?  It’s called fur!  It’s great when it’s cold, but when it’s hot out it makes me hot, too.  Can you cut us some slack on these long walks through the heat?

When I come back from one of those walks on a hot day, I find a shady spot on the wooden floor and stretch out so that as much of my body as possible is touching the cool wood.  And because I’m in the shadow I hope the old boring guy doesn’t see me and leaves me alone for a while.

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Clever Kasey

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Photography, tagged , , , on July 14, 2012 | 4 Comments »

Kasey’s hiding places have grown increasingly devious, don’t you think?

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Having A Gas On The Grass

Posted in Dogs, Kasey, Penny, Photography, tagged , , , , , on July 12, 2012 | 1 Comment »

I take Penny and Kasey for a good walk in the morning — our standard route is more than two miles long — and another good walk when I get home at night.  But after we’ve both spent a full day indoors, they’re as happy as I am to hang outside on a pretty summer evening.  Penny flops down on the grass and takes in the view, whereas Kasey roams back and forth, snuffling her way across the lawn in search of the scent of the not-so-elusive New Albany wild hare.

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The Penny Chronicles

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Penny, Photography, tagged , , , , on June 28, 2012 | 3 Comments »

My name is Penny.

This is the face I make when I know the Leader and the old boring guy are leaving soon, and I’m going to be stuck here all day with Kasey.

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Kasey Kologne

Posted in Dogs, Humor, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , , , , on June 13, 2012 | 1 Comment »

Kasey has the worst breath of any dog I’ve ever met, up close and personal.

Even by the appallingly low standards of her canine companions everywhere — and the phrase “dog breath” wasn’t invented for nothing — Kasey’s foul mouth stench plumbs new depths.  Recently she hopped onto the couch next to me, looked at me, exhaled, and singed my eyebrows off.  On our walks, Kasey’s snorts and snuffling leave wide swathes of New Albany grasslands withered, scorched, and smoking.  If her breath had a physical manifestation, it would be a deep purple-black, oily and oozing, full of eyeless, wretched, wriggling things, like something channeled from the lowest pits of hell and used there to torment the most evil and lost souls.

We’ve tried to solve this problem by giving Kasey Milk-Bones and other “breath improvement” products.  The last time we tried it, however, the Milk-Bone emitted a high-pitched shriek, leaped from my hand, and went skittering across the kitchen floor and out the patio door, never to be seen again.

After I’ve stopped gasping for a clean breath after exposure to one of Kasey’s putrid exhalations, I find myself wondering how Kasey’s breath can be so much more noxious than Penny’s.  They are served the same food at the same time, and yet Penny’s breath, relatively speaking, smells like roses.  I’ve concluded that Kasey’s evil breath must have developed as a kind of evolutionary advantage.  If she were freed from her leash and allowed to chase and eventually corner a rabbit, her breath no doubt would immediately paralyze her furry victim and allow Kasey to close in for the kill at her leisure.

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Moon Shot

Posted in Dogs, Family, Humor, Kasey, Penny, Photography, tagged , , , , , , , on June 5, 2012 | Leave a Comment »

One reason I bought my new camera is that I wanted to be able to take a decent picture of the Moon, one that showed the lunar seas and some of its other features.  The Moon is my frequent companion on our morning walks and is a beautiful object in the sky on a crisp, cloudless morning — like this morning.

My old camera did not have the zoom and focus capabilities to take a good picture of the Moon.  The Canon PowerShot, on the other hand, does.  Now I just have to acquire the steady hand necessary to get precision focus on a faraway object like the Moon.  Of course, not trying to control two impatient dogs pulling away on their leashes while I’m taking the photo might help.

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The Fearsome Bunny Hunters Of New Albany

Posted in Dogs, Family, Humor, Kasey, Penny, tagged , , , , , , on June 2, 2012 | 1 Comment »

This spring the budding flowers and vegetable garden greenery of New Albany look much less chewed than in the past.  Knowledgeable observers attribute the change to the fearsome bunny-hunting team of Kasey and Penny.

Rabbits throughout the neighborhood cower in fear when this formidable pair steps outside on their latest expedition.  They know that the crafty Penny has devised a diabolical plan to snare any unwary hare.  They know that it is only a matter of time before the finely honed tracking instincts of the hunters locate any nearby rabbit and then fix the bunny with a penetrating stare that seemingly can last for hours.  After the creature is hopelessly mesmerized, the pair employ their patented lunge technique, hurling themselves at the cowering cottontail with murderous intent until they strain at the end of their leashes.  Although the lunge breaks the spell and allows the reprieved rabbit to scamper away, the sight of the advancing dogs sends provokes an unmistakable bolt of fear that leaves the lucky lapin vowing to never again enter the hunters’ domain.

Even when the hunters are inside, their terrifying indoor woofing causes any hare that might stray into view to bolt, without risking even a nibble at the tender shoots of a tasty zinnia.

Yes, there’s a reason why the bunnies of New Albany are even more timid than your normal rabbit.

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Feeling Good About The Frog

Posted in Family, Happiness, Kasey, tagged , , , , , , on May 28, 2012 | Leave a Comment »

This morning, as I was walking through our downstairs hallway, I noticed an intruder in the house.  At first I thought it was a moth, but instead it was a small green frog, clinging to the wall at about baseboard level.

How it got into our house is anybody’s guess.  I’d guess it was a green tree frog — about the size of a half dollar, with long webbed toes and excellent adhesive abilities.  Kasey noticed him, too, and was starting to pay the little guy an uncomfortable amount of attention.  I got a dish towel, draped it over him, gently picked him up, and took him outside and dropped him onto the grass.  He quickly hopped under some nearby bushes and was gone, probably on his way back to the tree at the corner of our house.

This is the first frog in our house that I can remember, but it’s not uncommon for us to find that moths, bees, spiders, and even birds have gotten into the house somehow.  Whenever that happens I always try to do whatever I can to get them back outside, safely and without injury, and when I do so I feel a bit better about myself.  After I set Mr. Frog on the path to freedom this morning, I walked around the Yantis Loop with an extra hop in my step.

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