A Walk in the Park on Sunday, December 30th, 2007

My Daddy took me for a fantastic walk in the park today, I thought I should share some pictures with you....(He finally got his camera working again!)

The colours of the moss in the sun were just out of this world! Beautiful~!

The tiny little green plants that grow up through the dead leaves are really sweet!

I like to climb up onto rocks to get a better look around....

There are some really serene spots in the park......

There were spots of sunlight here and there that light right up!

The sun shining through the trees on the trail looked SO cool!

I think Daddy's going to splash some water for me!

OK, I'm ready for it!

OK, here comes a splash!!

I LOVE trying to catch the water!!

Splash me another one Daddy!

We like to play with my ball in the park......

Mosquito Creek runs through Mahon Park

A Walk in the Park

Today my 'master' took me for a walk in Mahon Park, in North Vancouver! It was a blast!

Back in Black

Hey there, it's YamYam. Yeah, I'm back and it's been a while. It's been quite a trip adapting to my new home and learning all the 'rules' that these humans expect me to follow. But I must say, my humans, Joe and Christophe, are pretty decent. They treat me well, lots of love and stuff. I could definitely handle more play though.

Speaking of play, my 'master' ( I use the word lightly) took me to the place that he goes every day. I have no idea why he goes there, it's crowded and noisy, full of people staring at computer screens all day. It's weird, but he seems to like it there. He goes every day. So anyways, he took me last week, and he found this really cool little black jacket with studs on it, (sort of looks like his 'motorcycle' jacket that he wears when he rides that thing) that fit me perfectly. He and his friends seemed to get really excited when I had it on. People were pointing cameras at me, with those annoying bright flashing lights, and laughing like crazy. It was knid of disturbing, but I went along with it anyways, just to humor them.

The nicest thing about the place he hangs out, is that there are lots of ladies who smell really good, who just want to hug me and hold me and cuddle me! (I think it makes my master jealous....hee hee!) So I milk it for all it's worth. He tries to force me to stay close to where he sits, but I sneak away every chance I get so I get get some of those yummy high quality cuddles.

Seems to be getting much warmer and sunnier outside these days. I sort of like it, but I hope it doesn't get too hot, I've got this permanent fur coat that's mighty warm...

I'm sort of getting the hang of the poop thing. apparently it really upsets my humans when I do it indoors. So I usually hold on until we go out for 'walkies', but sometimes I'll drop a turd under the dining room table just to keep them on their toes. (he he)

Gotta let them know who's boss after all eh?

ciao for now!

Meeting the locals.....

This morning I went for another really long walk, and it was fantastic. I finally got to meet one of the neighborhood dogs, a big old Golden Retriever. I heard his name, but I can't remember it right now, I am still completely flustered from all the excitement. I saw him from almost a block away, and I started trying to communicate immediately, with the typical Pomeranian dialect of high pitched yelps, squeals and yaps, coupled with wild dancing and straining on the leash. For some reason my 'master' found this somewhat inappropriate, and he picked me up until we got closer. Whoah! Up close this retriever was a lot bigger than I thought! We circled each other a few times, forcing our owners to untangle their leashes repeatedly. What a hoot! The big guy was super friendly, but I had to make it clear that I wasn't going to be submissive simply because he is about 50 times bigger than me. I showed him what for, with some well placed aggressive snarls, but I was just kidding really. He's a cool old dog, 12 years old actually! Damn. Better respect my elders.

We also walked through this new park I've never seen before. I could smell rats everywhere, but didn't manage to root one out. Next time maybe. That friggin' park is just full of rats, I know it! All in all a great morning. I took an enormous dump (for a little dog) and this seemed to delight the 'master'. I might get used to this shitting outdoors deal!

A Walk in the Park

This morning, my human, Joseph, took me for a longer walk than usual, and it was awesome! For once he actually let me off the leash where I could run as fast as I can, and I chased a huge bunch of those big noisy black birds away. It was a gas. I can't remember the last time I felt so free, so unfettered by the leash, the 'master' trip.

Of course it didn't last too long. Just when I was really starting to find my legs, and I had decided to check out a far corner of the field, the master started calling my name, over and over. I'm not sure what his problem is, it seems like he doesn't trust me to trust my own instincts. (I've heard that's what us dogs run on, but me, I'm a strong believer in free will, and the power of self!) Of course I just kept right on running in the opposite direction, and pretended I didn't even hear him, but then his voice got a little edge in it that was hard to ignore. So I turned around to see what he was hollering about. I was so far away by this time, that I couldn't really make out his facial features to see if he was really upset. Then, he turned around and just started walking away, without even saying anything! My master! My meal ticket! My source of warmth and affection! Agghhh! I had no choice but to pocket my free will and pride for the moment and take off after him. I mean, REALLY! So I caught up to him, but then I still played with his head a little bit. Then his voice got like really, really stern, and he told me quite loudly to 'stop'! So I did. I just plopped right down and sat there panting like a demon. Come to think of it, I didn't even really want to run around any more, I was just testing my limits and pushing the human's buttons for the joy of it all!

Bottom line though, is that he was really pleased when I stopped. I guess he had been wondering if I was deaf or something. But he approached me with a big smile and kind words, so I let him put my leash back on. He gave me one of those little bacon bits out of his pocket, and told me I was a really good dog. That felt pretty good. I don't know. I might give it a try, actually going to my master when he calls me. What have I got to lose? It's a trade off between the exhilerating freedom of taking off aimlessly into the wild blue yonder, and having someone love you and praise you and cuddle you and feed you.....

And he keeps telling me I have to be careful about cars.....what's the big deal? Hmmmm. He seems a little paranoid, but I can sense the sincere concern in his voice. It's good to feel loved.

Yam Yam finds a new home......

On a rainy day in February, a strange man came to my house in Vancouver, where I had been living for the first year of my life, with a sweet Philipino family, who treated me pretty good. Then along comes this new guy...he's tall, and smells different, and he pretends he already knows me really well, even though I've never seen him in my life. He seems OK, so I play along, but it's weird when my owner hands over my food dish, water bowl, all my toiletries and stuff, Jesus, I'm thinking this isn't right. But he takes me to his car, and I'm pretty cool with that, 'cause it's a brand new car and I kind of like that new car smell. We leave my home and drive off into the Vancouver traffic. The rain is coming down hard. After a few minutes of me jumping all over the place frenetically and whining incessantly, the bozo finally opens a window for me, but his damned armrests are so slippery, I keep falling every time he touches the brakes or the gas. It frustrating so I beg to go on his lap, where I can check him out a bit better. He seems OK, he doesn't mind to much if I sit on his lap, but it freaks him out when I put my front feet up on his arms while he's trying to drive, so I do it a few times to see if I can get a rise out of him. No luck. He's pretty cool about the whole thing, but after about ten minutes of me sticking my ass in his face he makes me sit down in the passenger seat. Shit. Then I see a dog, so I show this new guy that I won't tolerate any dogs anywhere near my space, and I bark as loud as I can, repeatedly to make my point. Bad idea. This new guy definitely doesn't like that. His voice gets really serious like, and he pulls his 'alpha male' trip on me. I'm buying it I guess, I mean, the guy's gotta weigh 200 pounds, and I'm about ten pounds soaking wet. No contest. I sit down and pant quietly for the rest of the trip. This guy seems OK, but I don't know. I smile at him and try to psyche him out by staring at him, but he's too busy driving. I hope he's not a freakin' pscho, dog beater...

The new house he brings me to, I have to admit, is pretty choice. The air is fresh, and I can smell dogs everywhere. Good action in the spring for sure. I like this place. So this guys name seems to be named 'Dad', cause there's another human there named Christophe, and he calls the big guy Dad. The new smaller guy looks at me real funny like, and for a moment I get the feeling he might reject me, but I give him my most sympathetic doggie eyes and smile, and his fragile little human heart just melts. I'm in! These guys are suckers for all my cute shit, so I lay it on pretty heavy, to make a solid first impression and bring out all their caretaking instincts. Damn, they love me. They make an enormous fuss over how damned cute I am, over and over. Wait 'till they find out that I prefer shitting indoors!