Definition of a walk... Cole's commandments

It's as if humans speak an entirely different language!

I mean, when Momma says lets go for a walk, I think, Alrighty then!

 I know walk means---
1. stop as often as necessary to REALLY smell the smells. I mean, be thorough. Do NOT miss even one smell that might be interesting.
This takes concentration.
It's serious business.
This is probably the biggest problem I have with Momma lately. She just will not learn. It's as if she doesn't know the meaning of the word "walk"

2. Walk also means... pee on almost everything that smells like it's calling out for pee
There are times you run out of pee, and have to give it your all to squeeze out a few drops but you try, people, you TRY.
Again this is a bone of contention with Momma and I. She does not seem to get the importance of peeing. I mean she next to NEVER pees on a walk, and that's what it's for.

3. Next meaning of the word walk is HUNT.
Keep your peepers open for critters who have the nerve to dash in front of your very eyes! Squirrels are probably the worst for that nonsense, but I've seen many a fox, chipmunk, and the occasional bird. Well if you can call them birds. There was that vulture eating a slow squirrel in the road one day, but that's a story for another time. Oh, and the goose who guarded the cul de sac. Again another day I'll make you laugh with those encounters.

Here comes Harper! She's cute!

Sometimes walks include seeing friends. Here comes  Harper the golden, and River's new sister along the sidewalk. Awrighttttt! If you go for a "walk" you see peeps.
 I mean when they come by my fence I feel compelled to bark and I think I might possibly look like a fool, but  I really do like them.

It's the fence thing, because my job of protecting is more impawtant than visiting.
Visiting is for walks.

 So there you have it. My problem is that Momma doesn't know the meaning of the word walk. She is hard to train, and it's been nearly 14 years I've been trying to explain this to her. Sheesh! You'd think poodle people would be smarter.

Gotta love her though! She's my momma!

Stop and smell the tulips, or the pee on tulips

 ps.
LeeAnna here (the momma) to show you a pic of some pretty flowers.
I got a chance to really, really, look at these flowers while his majesty, Old King Cole power-sniffed.

Look how painted they look. Just  keeping it artistic around here.
They are not mine, the squirrels eat mine, but they are inspirational. 



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