More flowers! Oh no. I’ve got to get out of this dog hotel so I can have more adventures.
All over my trails are these bushes full of white blossoms.
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Lazy Litterbugs
It’s been a long time since I’ve put on my Detective Dog hat, but it’s time to do it.
You see, there have been some litter bugs on my trails lately and they’re dropping strange things.
Most of the time these strange things are only a few yards from the trailhead where the garbage can is. Which means that there is a serious problem with lazy litterbugs on my trails.
And another thing is that these pieces of litter are really small. They could easily fit into someone’s pocket. I bet several of them could fit into someone’s pocket.
But I guess I understand why no one wants to put them in their pocket when they’re through with them.
They stink really bad. So bad that I won’t go near them with my nose. Which makes it really hard to do an investigation.
How can I investigate if I can’t sniff around?
So why would anybody want these stinky things in the first place?
Anything that’s too stinky to stick in your pocket is definitely too stinky to carry around with you. People should leave them at home, or the store, or wherever it is that they got them.
That would solve two problems. No litter and no stink.
But maybe that’s not such a good idea after all. Because if those things weren’t here then I wouldn’t have anything to investigate.
And that would put Detective Dog out of a job.
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Eventful Easter
Today is Monday Mischief and I was going to tell you a great story about somebody else’s mischief – something I had no part in. But then I had such a great walk yesterday afternoon that I just had to share that instead. That mischief story will have to wait.
Yesterday was Easter, and while I was on my trails I found an Easter egg. I didn’t even know I was going on an Easter egg hunt. I was so excited. Somebody left an Easter egg just for me.
But if that’s all that happened all I would have is an Easter egg hunt story and lots of people had those yesterday. But there was more.
I passed three little girls. Cute little girls. And all three of them gave me loves. One of them even got down from her daddy’s shoulders to give me loves. Woo woo!
What, person? You didn’t take any pictures of those little girls giving me loves. How’s anybody going to believe me then? If I have to wait while you take pictures of all those flowers, then you’d better get your camera out and take pictures of me any time I’m getting loves. Even if those loves are from boys.
I guess I’ll have to look for more loves on my next walk. And make sure my person has her camera out and ready.
But there’s more.
I have a neighbor dog who lives on the other side of my backyard fence. Every time we’re outside together he barks at me. He’s a through the fence kind of friend. I wrote about him here. For a long time we’ve always had a fence between us when we meet. Yesterday, we finally got to meet dog to dog. Moe tried to give me what for like he does through the fence but I gave him what for back and then we were even. Moe backed off while my person talked to his person. They hadn’t met before either.
So now that Moe knows who’s top dog around here, I’ll let him be my friend.
Moe, I’ll be out to meet you at the fence again in a little while.
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The No Sign
When I take my person through the dry wash on my trails we come to a place that has signs on the trees. That first word on the sign is “No” and I know what that means. I have no idea what the second word means. It’s one of those big words that people use that doesn’t make sense to me.
But I already know that I don’t like that word No. I hear that word too much at home when I’d rather hear Yes. Just once I’d like to hear, “Yes, you can eat the cat food that Scratchy left,” or “Yes, it’s okay to hang out on the couch,” but no, I never hear those things.
Since I don’t like the first word on that sign, the other word is probably bad too. So I’m ignoring it.
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But my person says I’m not allowed to go past those signs. She says the other side of those trees is no longer my trails and it’s someone’s private property.
I don’t get it. It looks like my trails to me. There’s a house way up on a hill, but there’s nothing down here.
Don’t those people realize that these are my trails and they’re lucky that I don’t bring all my dog friends and have a party here?
But my person seems to think I should honor those signs. She, of all people should realize that these are my trails.
Since I can’t convince my person and she won’t let me go past those signs, I’ll just handle it another way.
See who gets the last word in now.
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Name that Trail
One of my trails that I take my person on a lot doesn’t have a name. That’s because it’s not an official trail.
As far as I’m concerned it’s official, but it’s kind of nice because it’s almost private.
But I’ve been thinking, that trail really needs a name.
My person must have been thinking the same thing because today we found a broken rock on the trail and she thought Broken Rock Trail would be a good name.
She even tried to get me to pose by the rock to make it official.
I’ve got to think of another name quick. Broken Rock sounds so stupid. I mean, somebody accidentally stepped on that rock and broke it and now it’s going to be the name of my trail?
I don’t think so.
I thought and thought – as much as a dog brain can think – and finally I came up with it.
Here it is! The official name for my trail.
Good Sniffs Trail it is.
I bet all the dogs will want to visit it now.
Flower Power
It’s that time of year again. When my person is the slowest hiker in the world because all she seems to do is take out her camera.
And when I think she’s finished and we can start moving, she takes it out again.
There are some flowers that bloom around here called Indian Paintbrush. They’re pretty hard to miss when you walk by.
I’ve been lucky though. None of them grow on the trails we usually walk on, and I can usually distract my person when we walk by the ones near our trail so she doesn’t notice them.
But you know what those Indian Paintbrushes did?
They smuggled a couple of them right onto my trail and hid them under a Manzanita bush. But even hidden they’re hard to miss because of their bright color.
And my person noticed them.
And then she noticed that those other ones were in bloom. Those ones I told you about that she usually doesn’t notice.
So she had to go off of our trail and get her camera out. And of course she dragged me with her.
But I discovered something about those flowers.
The bushes around those flowers – the ones they tried to hide those paintbrushes under – have some really good smells in them.
I hope my person stays here and takes pictures for a long time.
The Best Smells
Yesterday I told you about a smelly tree that I have to pass on the way to my trails. My person said that tree was probably trying to attract bees, but it wasn’t doing a very good job. I didn’t find a single bee around that tree.
I left the tree and went on to sniff much better things on my trails. Things that have messages attached so I can tell what my dog buddies have been up to.
And while I was sniffing I learned something new.
Bees must be kind of like dogs. They don’t like those smelly trees either.
They seem to like the bushes with the interesting smells too.
Although I stopped smelling this particular bush when I heard the buzzing sound.
This bee was on the busy side, and I didn’t want to disturb him.
Getting on the wrong side of a bee is kind of like getting on the wrong side of a cactus.
I’ll go find another bush to sniff.
Followed
Spring weather has hit and my person had her camera out – again.
We saw lots of dogs on my trails and I was the only one who had to take my person on a leash. I guess those other dog people are better trained than my person is, because they seem to stay pretty close to their dogs.
Well, my person kept trying to avoid all those other dogs. I don’t think she trusts me to protect her from them. I don’t know why she thinks that. I’m good at giving those dogs what for.
But we had to go off this way and that way – on trails we hadn’t planned on going on – just to avoid all those other dogs.
Except for the first dog we met. We were walking faster than that dog and his people so one of the dog’s people picked him up while we walked by. Did I mention he was a little dog?
When we headed back I decided to take my person into the wash. We usually have the wash to ourselves, except for the birds. Hardly any people and dogs go there.
A hawk flew by and landed in a tree. We backtracked so my person could try to get close enough to get a good picture. But we never did get close, so you’ll have to search hard for that hawk.
And the reason we didn’t get close was because that first little dog and his people were right behind us. In the wash that hardly anybody goes in. So we turned around and went back the other way.
We left the wash and headed back on the trail, and you know what happened? That little dog left his people and followed us. He probably knows I’m a famous blogging dog and wanted to meet me.
So now I have a new friend. And he smells pretty good too.
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Trail Trip Without Me
Do you know what my people did? You won’t believe it. I can’t believe it because what they did is really terrible.
While I was stuck at the dog hotel you know what they did? They went out looking for new trails.
Without me.
How could they do that?
I mean, I love trails. And I love adventure. And how can you find more adventure than on a new trail?
And they didn’t take me.
And look at all the things they found.
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I’ve never seen cactus like this on my trails. It’s towering over my younger person. Look how small he looks. It makes me feel bigger just to look at that picture.
I can be Big Dog now. My younger person doesn’t look so big after all.
Hey wait a minute. Now wait just a minute.
You found a lake on that new trail and you didn’t take me swimming?
This is totally not fair at all. I’m going on strike.
No walks for my people until they take me to that lake.
What, person? There is what on that new trail you found?
Attack cactus?
If you get too close that cactus jumps off and sticks to you?
That sounds like a secret weapon to me. If some bad guy comes I could convince him I want to take his picture next to that cactus. And then whap, whap! That cactus jumps off and attacks him. And I’ve got it all on film.
I sure wouldn’t want to kiss him after that.
What do you mean, that’s not very nice. I’d only do it to a bad guy.
You think I would get tangled up in that cactus?
I would never go near that attack cactus. I’m the perfectly behaved dog. I always do what you say.
Fine then. I wouldn’t want to go on that new trail anyway. Giant cactus and attack cactus and a lake that’s so far down the hill that I’d have to take a flying leap into it.
I’m all worn out from the dog hotel anyway. I had fun that you don’t know anything about.
Don’t even think about trying to take me on that new trail. I’ll be busy. Taking a nap.
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Feathers
Alright, what’s going on here? Some bird is dropping its feathers on my trail. This is not good. Not only is that bird littering up my trail, it’s missing a few feathers that it might need someday. I mean, birds need feathers to fly and it might need them to stay warm. We’ve got another storm coming our way.
I think I’d better get my Detective Dog hat and track down that bird so I can give it back its feathers.
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That’s better. Now I’m ready to fly into this investigation.
Wait! No, I mean – what do I mean? Those feathers are too small for me. Besides I’m a dog. Dogs don’t fly. I’ve got to find out where this bird has flown off to.
This is not good. My investigation has fluffed up more feathers. I’d better look around in these bushes. That bird can’t have gotten far without all its feathers.
Hmmm. No birds around here. Not even any telltale chirping sounds.
Methinks somebody has stolen that bird away. This is serious. This also complicates my investigation. It began with a few feathers littering my trail and now I’m looking for a birdnapper.
This could turn out to be dangerous.
But never fear, Detective Dog is here!
I always get my birdnapper.
Wait a minute. What if that bird got napped by a bear? Or a mountain lion?
Whatever it was, it scared the bejeebers out of that bird.
I’m heading home now. I’ll be back as soon as the reinforcements have finished my job.
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