A Human Condition!

Hogan here!

THERE ARE TIMES WHEN IT'S GREAT TO BE A DOG!

The first time that I was boarded while my parents’ vacationed was  pure drama.  Mom cried for three days before my first day of “inmate” status.  Well, to see all of Mom's tears, I thought that I was going to prison.

The day we were to leave for my incarceration, Mom cried and cried.  She had never boarded me before and we had been together for one and one half years.  But a vacation, had been planned.  So,  I was packed into the back seat next to my Mom.  A mistake!

One look at Mom would have taken the fur off the back of any dog.  Tears were even dripping off of her chin!  I panicked.  I pressed my body against Mom nearly choking her neck with her telling Dad that if he should have an accident, she would be strangled.  “Hogan has a choke hold on me!”  Well, it really wasn’t a choke hold.  I had just buried my head under Mom’s neck while I pushed my body into her chest.  When I got really tired, I laid down on my forepaws keeping my hips in the air.  I needed my hips and anything else that I had for defensive action.  It was, then. when I sniffed the scent of lots and lots of dogs.  And among those scents was a faint smell of my dog sister, Heidi.  Yep, Heidi must had been boarded earlier.  And, why not?  She endured the same shots and, I am sure, the same tears.

Dad finally arrived at the “Resort” where Heidi’s scent was now very strong.   I happily left the car and smelled yellow daisies full of the scents of other dogs.  Not bad at all!  But, most important was finding Heidi.  And, finding Heidi, I did.  Heidi was waiting for me in a "dog suite" of  luxury.   How sweet it was.  Heidi and I, too, were on vacation.  What a great idea!

As for Mom, I left her with Dad.  I really don't know what happened after that.  But, this I do know.  Next time vacation rolls around, I am going to hang a sign around my neck.  Yep, this is how it will read:  Don't scare your dog!"

I am glad that maximization is solely a human condition!  Dogs can't catch it.   

Planned Parenthood-A Golden Dilemma   

Hogan Here!

I have got to help Donald Trump on his approach to Planned Parenthood.  I just have to think of something.  Planned Parenthood is a serious subject for folks.  Donald and I are both "Goldens" and we, like Goldens, help one another. Sorry to admit that I don’t know how I can help Donald on this one. You see, Goldens never heard of Planned Parenthood. Nope!  There is not one planned dog among us.  I guess we are more likely associated with Unplanned Parenthood. 

Here is my something thought.   Why not provide a Golden puppy to every child born?  A family of one child would have one puppy. That is enough work!  A family increasing in size would increase in puppies. No one would want a kennel of puppies and a kennel of kids.  Nobody!  Believe me.  People will plan.

Well, that’s it!  That’s all I’ve got.  And, really, that is all I want to give.

Frankly, I believe Donald needs to leave this subject alone. To this Golden, Planned Parenthood is a duck blind with loaded pistols.  Someone is going to get shot and I don’t want it to be Donald.

What a tense subject. I’m going out for a super-charged run around the yard.  Fast runs make everything better!  I hope that Donald has a big backyard.

Love ‘ya Donald

PROTOTYPE FOR PLANNED PARENTHOOD

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Bluebonnet Misery!

Hogan Here!

I have lived through three years of bluebonnets with no awards for endurance. Making matters worse, each year I have to ride in a car with a safety restraint.  And, the restraint is turquoise! What self-repecting dog wants to be put in restraints?  And why should I like turquoise? I don't like turquoise anymore than I like bluebonnets.

Going further on this subject, I get car sick.  It's nothing that I can help.  I turn green around the jowls and no one notices.  Instead, every year I am offered a part of a hamburger and cold fries half way to the destination.  Can't touch the stuff.  And, again, I don't like bluebonnets.

Once we arrive at our destination, cameras fly out of the trunk, a leash replaces the seat restraint and I am out of the car being led to a field where many family pets and little children have been before me and many will follow.

Once I get to the field,  it is all about sitting still, looking canine and gazing over a sea of blue.  Cameras click.  And, cameras click some more.

This year, the bluebonnets hadn't matured to a full bloom.  Instead, I was looking at bluebonnet puppies that didn't want to see me anymore than I wanted to see them! But, cameras didn't care how we felt.  Cameras click.  And cameras click some more.

Then, we drove home.  That was it!  After several hundred clicks of the camera, we drove home.

And, with all of that work, only one good picture was produced.

Dognapped for just one picture!  And you know what was the worst part of this adventure.  No one thought to sound the Amber alert.  I guess EVERYONE was out in the bluebonnets.  That's Texas!

THE ONE GOOD PICTURE

BLUEBONNET MISERY