My NEW BlogspoT

I have been a good dog, and guess what? I turned two in April and also ran out of free space on Blogger so my Ma started a new site for me:
SFAiredale.blogspot.com
Please follow my adventures there!
Be good, be safe and, til my next misadventure...
bloggonit...doggone blog has moved!

Horse sense

I have been a good boy and yesterday, I got to go to Montara State Beach with Ma and Pa. We climbed up and up and up and then we saw these guys!

A very nice man and a...??!! Ma calls them horses and Pa likes them!

I barked furiously but IT just stood there swishing its tail

The THING even had its own dog!

Ma and Pa said we were lucky they were so nice to us because I was obnoxious. Me? Obnoxious??? Hrrrrumph!

Pa decided to try out his new running shoes. I had to race to catch up!!

I stayed right by his side. You know, I try not to get ahead.

It was a long ways down and steep and we left Ma behind to take photos. 

It was a bit overcast but the view was stunning.

We had a good time and got tired, too. Pa's feet are still recovering from the 50km race he ran two weekends ago. So, til my next misadventure, be good, be safe, and no horsing around during work hours.

Dr. Crick, I presume?

Sir Francis Crick

I have been a good boy and guess what? Ma's friend has discovered an uncanny resemblance between me and Dr. Crick, the Nobel prize winning father of molecular biology who was instrumental in discovering the structure of DNA. He coined the phrase, central DOGma, referring to the flow of information from DNA -> RNA -> protein. This dogma was challenged by the discovery of reverse transcriptase, present in certain viruses such as the retrovirus HIV. Hey, science can be a dog-eat-dogma world. Well, my Ma always said I'm very professorial for a dog. I can be very pensive and I notice everything. Ma's Pops, also a scientist, thought it was very funny. So, now I have a new nickname - Dr. Crick. I prick my ears when I hear that! Ma says all dogs have a given name and an earned name.

It's the BROWS and the EYES!!

It's interesting to note that he moved to southern California and studied the neurochemical basis of consciousness in his later years. He is British, of course, like us Airedales.

Carlotta comes all the way from LA to visit so I take
her on scenic walks when she comes. She used to show dogs
so she knows a lot about us.

The other day, Lucca and I found a football!

Lucca having difficulty picking up the ball.

I had to school him -- can't go for the fat part,
gotta go for the ends.

So, 'til my next misadventure, be good, be safe and to challenge dogma you must think out of the box. 

Spring is here!

I have been a good boy but my Ma is saddened by the triple tragedies in Japan. She is most worried about the potential nuclear disaster. What will happen to Tokyo and her beloved Japan if they can't get those reactors under control? I'm trying my best to cheer her up. The other day, we all went to Fort Funston.

Ready, set, GO!

GOING...

Still going...

Got it -- All mine - aint' giving it up now.

So, 'til my next misadventure, consider harnessing the power of an Airedale to generate electricity - we're very energetic - be good and be safe, and sending hope and good vibes to my Airedale compatriots in Japan.

Walk, don't run!

I have been a good boy and I got to go to Muir Beach. My Pa ran there from home! This is one of those places where I will be banned from in the very near future, thanks to the National Park Service.

Cynthia came with us with my buddies, Quito and Tikka.
They were very excited to be here.

We met a nice lady, Joleen, with her Bernese Mtn Dog.

We had a house guest, Jordan, who is walking to Mexico from Vancouver! Troy first met him near Bolinas. He's needing more funds to continue his trek so please help him out!

Jordan and friend at Sutro Hts Park.

Jordan met a friend at the park near our house. His friend will be walking with him to Montara. We wish them safe journeys and good weather! So, til my next misadventure, be good and be safe on your sole adventure.

...GGNRA Dog Management Plan ...

PLEASE ATTEND THE LAST SF MEETING

MONDAY, MARCH 7TH AT 4PM at Fort Mason.

The National Park Service is planning to SEVERELY RESTRICT DOGS in GOLDEN GATE NATIONAL RECREATION AREA under their jurisdiction.

The areas affected:

Ocean Beach

Fort Funston

Fort Miley

Baker Beach

Crissy Field

Muir Beach

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Seven dogly sins

I have been a very good dog and this blog was given an award by one of our followers - Oskar, the indefatigable Schnauzer. As a condition of accepting this award, I promised to divulge seven sins about myself, so even though I'm not Catholic, I figure I should confess:

1. I am an Airedale Terrier and proud of it. Ma says being too proud can be a sin, but hey, at least I don't have low self esteem.

2. I LOVE THE LADIES. Yes, I'm a flirt, a ladies man, a playdog. Ma says I shouldn't lick ALL the ladies, some of them don't like dogs. Ma says not being faithful is a sin. Hrrrumph! She's just jealous and that's a sin.

3. I am a very good dog in the house but my one major sin is I love Ma's slippers. I LOVE them SOOOO much I chew on them at any chance I get. Ma says destroying other people's possessions is a sin even if it is Ma's.

4. I drink. No not just water -- I drink BEER. Ohhhh, how I love that froth when it covers my beard and that musty yeast smell is just heaven. A couple of licks and I get a little tipsy. I also get mouthy and kind of loud, but then I get sleepy. I guess I'm what you would call a cheap date. Ma says I'll get Pa in trouble since he's the one that sneaks me a few laps once in a while and the canine caretaker world will be mad at Pa. They can be real strict, you know! So, whose the sinner here?

5. I HATE gophers. Ma says all living things should be respected, but it's in my blood. I'm a terrier. I was bred to hunt big game and household vermin. And, although they live outside, they're vermin. I HATE them. I believe in the death penalty for gophers although I have yet to impose such a punishment. Ma says wanting to kill is a sin even if they are vermin.

6. Did I say I HATE gophers? Oh yes, I guess I did. They compel me to DIG. I LOVE to dig. I particularly love to dig at Sutro Hts Park where there is a whole gaggle of gophers living in the subterranean world below the lawn. Ma says I shouldn't dig - it's a sin to destroy public property but I see it as providing gainful employment for the park gardeners during this recession. Ma also says gaggle doesn't go with gophers but grammar and vocabulary are real challenges for me.

Well that's six sins. I have a short memory for stuff like this and I can't count, either, so this will have to do. Pa says enough text - people get bored with all that drivel and would rather see photos. After all, he says, a picture is worth a 1000 words. He's right. I'll entertain you with a few photos. Some of them may be reruns.

Well, guess what? Ma got it wrong. I didn't have to divulge any SINS, just seven THINGS about myself. Hrrrumph! I'm also supposed to find blogs I love and feature them here but that'll have to wait -- 'til my next misadventure, to be good you must confess your things, or divulge your sins or something, who knows, just be a dog and follow your nose.

Snow!

I have been a very good dog and guess what we saw the other day-- SNOW!! Look carefully at the tops of those hills over in Marin. Do you see the white? That's snow! And, they're actually forecasting snow in the city Thursday night/Friday.

We've had a lot of weather, so to speak.

Last week, we also got a lot of rain.

When it clears up, it is gorgeous here in the winter. 

In fact, winter is our summer.

Ma took me to Ft Funston on her way to shopping.

I smelled those horses coming. Ooooof! Are they stinky or what? 

Ma put me on leash but I barked my head off.
To be honest, those horses scare me.

After a while, I realized the futility of barking so I stopped.

I don't know about those horses. These  guys had some issues on the trails. Behind us, where they're headed, it's really narrow with a steep drop-off. When they got there they got a little freaked out and had to come back to a wider trail.

So, til my next misadventure, be good, be safe and don't bark so much or you'll get horse, hee haw!

A proposal

I have been a good dog and yesterday we saw this at the beach!

The weather has been gorgeous.

She, we presume Kelly, said YES!

It made me a happy dog even though I don't know them.

These guys are half Airedale! I liked them.

On the way home, we ran into a mini version of me - a Welsh Terrier.

And, also my neighbor - Sunny. 

Ma and I accompanied Pa and his friend to Marin. They ran from the Palomarin trailhead all the way to Limantour Beach in Pt. Reyes. He's the guy that ran a 135 mile ultrarun event in Brazil a few weeks ago.

Note the sign. I was not welcome.....Hrrrrrumph!!

Ma and I had some time to kill before we met them so we decided to head towards Pt Reyes and the eastern side of Tamales Bay. 

I was welcome here!

 Hog Island Oyster Co has an oyster bar at the Ferry Building which is one of her favorite places but she'd never been to their place on the water. It's in Marshall on Tamales Bay about 30 min from Pt Reyes (the town). She says it's safe to eat these oysters RAW. I agree! You know I find my own raw food on the beach.

Ma loves oysters on the half shell and I love the shells!

A nice guy gave Ma a beautiful flower and made her laugh. Of course, he really came to see ME. Ma even got to meet the owner and had a nice long chat with him. He is a super guy and they work really hard to grow those oysters

Anywhere that allows me to dine with my family is civilized.

We had to leave too soon but it was a good day for Ma and me. We met Dave and Pa at Limantour Beach.


So, 'til my next misadventure - oyster la vista, be good, eat safe or you'll be running to Montezuma, if you get my drift. 

Sock heaven

I have been a good boy and ever wonder where all those lonely socks go when they disappear from the laundry? You know, they always disappear singly, not as a pair. Well, I know the answer! No - I don't raid the laundry and steal them like some Airedales. I know we have a reputation for that. 

They end up on Ocean Beach!

I made sure it was shaken, not stirred.

Ahhhhh - the smell of dirty feet in the morning.

Fly, baby, fly!

I left it by the white rose when I was done.
I'm very Zen that way, you know.

So, 'til my next misadventure, be good and practice safe socks or suffer the consequences.

Golden Gate Kennel Club Dog Show

I was a good boy but despite that Ma left me for a whole day to go to the dog show! And for what? To check out the Welsh Terriers as a companion for me! Hrrrrrrrumph! To top it off, Pa cornered me in the garage and I had to stand still for almost an hour and a half for a haircut. When she got home in the evening, I let her know I missed her but she smelled like other dogs. Needless to say, I was nonplussed.

When she got there, the Welshies had all gone home! Ha!! Instead she ended up seeing these guys - Lakeland Terriers.

Huh? Where's the saddle?

Knee high in July? 

OK - there might be a vague resemblance to me.

Does she really want a dog she can pick up with one hand?
How undignified!

These guys caught her eye too! 

Give me a break - he looks like a senior citizen!

There we go! That's my kind.

Her name is Bunny and she's going to Westminster in two weeks.

Airedales acting like, well, Airedales.

I can't stay mad at Ma for too long and anyway, after $22 dollars and sore feet, she ended up spending time with the Airedales. Since I'm a bit large for my kind, they all suggested she get a conformation bred Airedale which are about 60 lbs maximum, and the ladies weigh less. After all, a Welsh is not an Airedale. They told her the Otterhound in the Airedales gives us a good nose and less of a terrier temperament. 

Whew! Disaster averted, I hope. Til my next misadventure, be good, stay slim and be loyal even though those humans are prone to straying.