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This morning when Elizabeth came to get me for our morning walk, it was really hard to see. Clouds were hugging the ground. I could hear the long-necked flappers honking to each other (they sounded oddly dense and muffled), but I couldn’t see them. I could smell the forest creatures no problem, but I’ve noticed that Elizabeth never uses her nose. She relies far too much on sight. So, when we headed off into the fog, I was concerned for her safety.

Elizabeth was completely oblivious. The fog so befuddled her that she walked off in the opposite direction to where we usually go. I rushed off to clear the entire area of lurking danger, but always stayed within earshot in case she required rescuing. I’d bark once in a while to let her know where I was. She’d woof back. I wish she wouldn’t.

“WOOF, WOOF! … WOOF, WOOF!”

All the other dogs in the area laugh at her. The toy poodles down the road stick their heads out their growly machine window when they pass us and go, “woof, woof! … woof, woof!”

It’s so embarrassing.

But I think the poodles were too scared to come out this morning. It really looked spooky out.

I’m kinda proud of Elizabeth. I’ve decided to believe she’s brave rather than stupid to venture out into the clouds when they sink. And she got some nice pictures, I think:

Bud's family's floating land extender. They park their floating tin cans here - I think, yes, there's one parked there in the photo!

Bud’s family’s floating land extender. They park their floating tin cans here – I think, yes, there’s one parked there in the photo!

Some really strange things were forcing their way up from underground, too. Danger everywhere! Beware!

Some really strange things were forcing their way up from underground, too. Danger everywhere! Beware!

I bet their were Sneaky Deer hiding down there on the pipeline. Oh, I wish Elizabeth would stick with me on our walks...

I bet there were Sneaky Deer hiding down there on the pipeline. Oh, I wish Elizabeth would stick with me on our walks…

Bud's house through the fog from the old gravel path. That's a nice looking watching rock, eh? I wouldn't mind one of those in my back yard...

Bud’s house through the fog from the old gravel path. That’s a nice looking watching rock, eh? I wouldn’t mind one of those in my back yard…

Walking up the old gravel path to the estate boundary with Al's & Joanne's estate.

Walking up the old gravel path to the boundary between Al’s & Joanne’s estate and ours. The Wiley Wolf Gang like this route. But I have chased them away already!

By the time Elizabeth got to our gravel path, the cloud was beginning to lift a bit and the sun was getting higher in the sky. She took a bit of a risk going down the electric path since I was below it chasing lurkers in every direction. One could easily have come up the hill and surprised her!

The ghostly forest on the upper side of the electric path.

The ghostly forest on the upper side of the electric path.

Her usual luck held, though. The only attackers came from the North – the ghoulish Kibble Snatching Flappers descended upon her. But Elizabeth actually likes them, and she had kibble on hand (literally) to appease their appetites.

An annoying and, today, ghoulish looking Kibble Snatching Flapper.

An annoying and, today, ghoulish looking Kibble Snatching Flapper.

Feathers dampened by fallen clouds, but still a cocky imp.

Feathers dampened by fallen clouds, but still a cocky imp.

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A Musical Interlude…

One night last week, we went down to the basement so the two-leggers could watch the news. As the headline stories flashed on the screen, Elizabeth said, “Oh, look at that… Stompin’ Tom has died.”

I looked over to her from where I was lying, warming Kay’s feet. Who is Stompin’ Tom?

Stompin’ Tom Connors is a Canadian icon, a working man’s troubadour, a legend on the Canadian music scene. Imagine that! I’d never heard of him before, but then, I don’t pay much attention to that sort of thing. I asked Elizabeth to tell me more about him. They had played a bit of his hockey song on the news and it had a tail thumping sort of beat to it…

Elizabeth said that he was very popular and had been for a long time. He was really big (she means popular) when she was a little two-legger. That’s a pretty long career! Elizabeth wouldn’t tell me how long. She has a birthday coming up and she really doesn’t want to talk about how long her memory has grown for these sorts of things. It’s enough that she remembers him from when she was a kid, she says. And, she admits, she really didn’t like his music that much.

Really? But she loves music, and she’s always singing songs to me….

“I don’t know,” she said. “His songs all sound a lot alike. Some of the lyrics are kind of fun. There was one that appealed to me more than others…. You’d probably like it, Stella.”

So, she found a YouTube video. I asked her if she would put it up on my blog so everybody could hear it. Tell me what you think, if you like! I did like it, but I guess all of my faithful readers will be able to figure out why that is, BOL, just like I was able to figure out why they called him Stompin’ Tom!

Rest in peace, Tom!

Tail Thumper of the Week #18

I’m going to cheat a bit this week. Instead of telling you about a dog book, I’m going to let you know about a mystery novel that Elizabeth just read, No Mark Upon Her. It’s by one of Elizabeth’s favourite mystery writers, Deborah Crombie, a volume in her Gemma James and Duncan Kincaid Scotland Yard series.

Click here to buy the book. Elizabeth will donate my commission to It's a Dog's Life!

Click the pic to buy the book. Elizabeth will donate my commission to It’s a Dog’s Life!

Gemma and Duncan have dogs, but they are usually on the fringe of the main story. No Mark Upon Her is a bit different from the others from my point of view, however. In this book, a police detective, who is also a contender in Olympic rowing for England at the 2012 games in London, is found dead in the Thames after a workout one evening.

What makes this book different from Crombie’s others? It isn’t the police who find the missing rower. Oh, no. It’s a couple of search and rescue dogs, Tosh and Finn, that sniff her out! Their finding her body allows the police to examine it and determine that she didn’t have an accident: she was murdered! So, without Tosh and Finn, there wouldn’t even be a story.

And those two dogs? Well they keep their grip on the plot as they would their teeth on an old bone. Finn in particular, a Labrador Retriever like my best pal Bud (only Finn is black), plays a dramatic role throughout the story, saving his master from a dangerous killer on more than one occasion. And that’s exactly as it should be when there are dangerous killers lurking!

However, it would have made for a much shorter story if Finn’s handler, also a rower, name of Kieran, would have just paid attention to Finn from the start. Dogs always notice a lot more than their two-leggers realise. And this failure to fully understand what his dog desperately tries to communicate to him adds a lot of drama to the story. But two-leggers seem to like that sort of thing. I just think it’s stressful.

I’m still trying to figure out why this sort of aberrant human behaviour is so popular among two-leggers who read books. Elizabeth just eats mysteries up like they’re bacon and cheese cookies! And she really enjoyed this one. I could tell.

So if you like mystery stories, particularly if you like English police procedurals, Elizabeth says, with dogs in them, I say, then, by golly, you’d better latch onto this one while she still has it in stock. And if you buy it here, you know that I’ll give my commission to help my homeless dog friends at It’s a Dog’s Life, Kenora’s dog fostering network.

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