Miles & Mazzy

Miles & Mazzy We are American Eskimo Dogs. We love walking our humans, sharing our ham and cheese with them, and letting them tell us how wonderful we are.

08/26/2018

Yesterday mom made spaghetti with REAL meatballs. That's what daddy said. I'm not sure what a not real meatball is, but I'd be open to tasting it. I am a very open-minded dog when it comes to food.

Mom made a special batch of REAL meatballs for me without seasoning or onions (the round thing she hacks until she cries). Finally. A ball I understand. Balls aren't for throwing and fetching, they're for eating, if done properly. All those fuzzy bouncy balls that other dogs chase are probably what daddy means by NOT REAL meatballs.

Also-- noodles!!!

Noodles feel funny going down but in a good way.

Wanna see me eat it? Mommy stuck a camera in my face while I ate so you could see how much I liked my (second) dinner.

REAL meatballs!!!!
08/26/2018

REAL meatballs!!!!

So here's the thing. I love cat p**p. I love sniffing for it, chasing it down, digging it up, bargaining with my human f...
08/09/2017

So here's the thing. I love cat p**p. I love sniffing for it, chasing it down, digging it up, bargaining with my human for leash space to pursue my treasure.

My nose is a wonder worker. I find cat p**p-- dried in the sun, exquisitely crunchy-- under innocent apple trees along sidewalks, beneath landscaping bark, nestled in overgrown grass...

My human gets in the way-- but the hunt, the chase, and the occasional triumph-- that she cannot impede. Every walk outdoors is an opportunity for the most exciting thing ever to happen. For me, that's cat p**p.

"Yesterday"a haiku by Miles We walked to the park.I barked at people sledding. Peed on a snowman.
02/07/2017

"Yesterday"
a haiku by Miles

We walked to the park.
I barked at people sledding.
Peed on a snowman.

Not eating a cookie. What world am I in?
11/29/2016

Not eating a cookie. What world am I in?

Everything we do is magic.
06/28/2016

Everything we do is magic.

Daddy has been gone for almost a week. We miss him. And Mommy just teased us into thinking he would walk in the door. ...
08/13/2015

Daddy has been gone for almost a week. We miss him. And Mommy just teased us into thinking he would walk in the door. As penance, she had to console us with a lot of blueberries. See video in the first comments section below for adorable visual proof.

Philosophy of WalksSometimes I do cute tricks. I rear on my hind legs. I raise one paw or another. I woof gently upon...
04/05/2015

Philosophy of Walks

Sometimes I do cute tricks. I rear on my hind legs. I raise one paw or another. I woof gently upon request. I spin. I down, and sit, and stand. But who am I really? I am a sensitive, gentle dog who loves my people. But my passion? BEING OUTSIDE.

As Thoreau once described in his short essay, "Walking," I am a "Walker, Errant." The word "errant" means "in search of adventure," and was commonly used to describe knights. But rather than a Knight, Errant, I am a Walker, Errant. I meander. I explore. I am a scent-savant. I am an artist. I am surprised. Delighted. Transfixed. Present.

How can you be in this world, not knowing, as I do, how bright and magnificent the smells? You do not seem to know what is around you.

I know the world, the salt water and the dirt and the grasses. I know it all and it tells me everything, new each day. I just walk outside and lift up my snout and the stories unfold.

Everything is Awesome by MilesYesterday I was an only-dog. Mom put me and Mazzy in the "zoom-zoom" and took us to the ...
03/14/2015

Everything is Awesome
by Miles

Yesterday I was an only-dog.

Mom put me and Mazzy in the "zoom-zoom" and took us to the place that smells like p*e, cookies, and cats. Only Mom came out.

Then the zoom-zoom took us to the place where Mom unclicks the leash and lets me meet other dogs with my sniffer. The grass was still wet and soft on my paws. The sky got bright. Mom followed me around while I loped from smell to smell, meeting dogs and telling a young Husky I did not want to play. He was young and dumb and a bad listener. I had to yell.

Other dogs ran into the creek, but I watched from a nearby puddle. The mud on my paws reminded me of Mazzy.

Then we went home and napped.

Much later, Mom left and came home with Mazzy. Mom and Dad fussed over Mazzy, who just laid there not doing anything. I hope Mom doesn't forget how awesome everything is when she and I are a part of a team!

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