Sorry for the long absence. Sammy Sanchez and I were busy focusing on other things for a little while. But we’re back!

Is it time for some treats?
Sorry for the long absence. Sammy Sanchez and I were busy focusing on other things for a little while. But we’re back!

Is it time for some treats?
We’ve been having a lot of rain in Brooklyn the past few weeks, and on Monday, the streets were practically flooded by the time of our early evening walk. Unfortunately, Lola sensed the rain even before we left the apartment and she stood motionless at the door, sniffing the cool, wet air. She refused to move forward.
Dragging her along the sidewalks, we finally reached the muddy patches of grass inside Prospect Park. I let her off-leash and encouraged her to roam around on her own, but she just looked up at me, blinking the rain out of her big brown eyes.
Ugh.
We walked further into the park, near the wall along Prospect Park West. She would stop to look up at me but not to use the bathroom.
Finally, I said, “Okay, Lola. Let’s go.” She started making a bee-line for the park entrance. Where does Lola think she’s going, I thought to myself. I caught up to her and clipped the leash onto her harness. The rain started coming down harder and the lightening was flashing with greater frequency. Lola tugged at me, so I let her lead the way.
Without any guidance from me, Lola walked us all the way home. She crossed the street at the sidewalk we almost always use, and again at the corner near our apartment. There was no hesitation in her steps. She knew exactly where she was going.
I guess it shouldn’t be a surprise to me that Lola knows her own way home, considering she figure it out on Christmas Eve, when she ran away. But it still made me look at her in amazement. She’s truly a wonder dog.

The arrival of spring means muddy paws, sticks to chew and more time outside!
I feel a little special today, because something I submitted to Overheard in The Office was picked up!
Lady: “I’m getting so squished here in this spot. Do you mind if I move over to that space?”Man: “Uh, lady, there ain’t so space there.”
My two dogs together poop up to six times a day. That’s a lot of poop. So, late last night as I was taking the dogs out for their fourth walk of the day, it occurred to me that there should be a way to put doggy poop to some good use.
The idea I came up with was a “canine hand warmer” — a heavy-duty plastic bag made with thermally-activated technology. After your dog does its business, the heat from the poop triggers the sensors in the bag to act as a warming device. The heat would last long enough for you to finish your walk. The bag would be a perfect accessory for those cold days in winter when you want some warmth in your pocket.
I admit, it’s not the most elegant idea, but the writers at SNL were thinking along the same lines.
We had some snow last week in Brooklyn. The kind that makes the neighborhood look like its been scrubbed clean and draped in vanilla frosting. Lola loves the snow. She used her nose to dig around for the frisbee and would look up at me with a white mustache.

I woke up this morning to find Lola and Sammy sleeping nicely together on the bed. They were practically holding paws.