Dodging a (coal) bullet

I tried exercising my Fifth Amendment rights with Santa but he wouldn't buy it. After I copped to all the stuff I've done in the last year he still hugged me anyway. That fat guy's all right. (Even though he bore a troubling resemblance to that weird proctologist who's always following me around)

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A Dog Park Christmas

JINGLE BONES

Dashing through the grass

Chasing lots of balls

Crashing into folks

And laughing if they fall (Ha ha ha)

Pooping everywhere

Getting into fights

What fun it is to laugh and sing

A dog park song tonight

(Oh) Jingle bones, jingle bones

Lots of squeaky toys

Oh what fun

It is to run

And make a lot of noise

Jingle bones, jingle bones

Lots of squeaky toys

Oh what fun

It is to run

And make a lot of noise

A day or two ago

I found a puddle deep

I jumped and splashed around

And made my owner weep (Boo hoo hoo)

When they got me home

They washed me for an hour

And since I ate a lot of grass

I threw up in the shower

(Yea!) Jingle bones, jingle bones

Lots of squeaky toys

Oh what fun

It is to run

And make a lot of noise

Jingle bones, jingle bones

Lots of squeaky toys

Oh what fun

It is to run

And make a lot of noise

©2010 Brian Narelle

Meeting super fan Parker

Warren dragged us along to Jenner over the weekend to meet two year old fan Parker who rewarded him with two sticky stars on his nose. It doesn't get better than that.

Front page news

A bunch of my friends made the cover of the local paper this week (The Community Voice - Cotati/Rohnert Park CA) in an article about the Best Friends Canine Club (of which I am an honorary member). We have the people there well trained, including the guy in the hat who runs a virtual tummy rubbing spa.

Philadelphia rocks!

The Philadelphia airport has a series of Pet Ports (read that "outdoor pooping places") so that service dogs and the like can cozy up to a fake fire hydrant when they're traveling. The city of brotherly love just scored some big points in my book! CLICK HERE for newspaper article

Gotta love it when it rains

I just came across this cartoon of my friends Nori and Sweetpea (dog park buddies). With the recent rain there is now an abundance of mud to eat every morning. It doesn't get much better than that.

Rockin the airwaves and saying goodbye

I had the best time tonight co-hosting Berdalee's radio show on KGGV in Guerneville CA. We threw out a whole pile of tunes about dogs, many of which I'd never heard before. Of course I spiced it up with some of my poetry, including When A Dog Dies. When I got home I learned that one of our beloved members of the Best Friends Canine Club here in Rohnert Park CA died today. Poppy was a member of Fight Club, a select group that loved to mix it up every morning. Poppy was sort of the announcer. She'd often sit to the side and bark endlessly, a sort of play-by-play announcer that only dogs could understand. She was a sweet dog. The park will be much quieter without her around.

I remember the first day I met Poppy. We did a traditional nose sniff greeting. She smelled very friendly.

WHEN A DOG DIES

There is an ice-cold stream

That runs through the human heart

When a dog dies

There is a loss too cruel 

To explain

When a dog dies

Embarrassment can stalk that grief

And muzzle the hearts cry

But those who know

Will see it in your eyes

When a dog dies

Warren Peace

Translated by Brian Narelle

Rest in peace good buddy.

Rocking Jenner

The little town of Jenner celebrated their victory over the lumberjacks with a concert featuring yours truly opening for Teresa Tudury. It was a blast.

I wound up meeting a couple of radio DJs. The result? I'll be co-hosting a radio show on Monday night, August 16th in Guerneville CA. We'll be talking dog stuff and playing dog music. What else would you expect?

A-ooooooooooooo!

Meteors

This picture was taken at the Christmas party for the Best Friends Canine Club in Rohnert Park CA of which I am an honorary member. I have special status because I'm the only one who doesn't take a dump on the baseball field. As for the guy behind me, he is a bit annoying. Every time I talk...his lips move. It's very unnerving. Take my word for it.







Meanwhile, I thought I'd share a poem I wrote recently after witnessing a meteor shower. Guess what it's called...



METEORS

When a dog sees a shooting star
He assumes it's God
Racing across the sky
In his little God car


And deep in his soul he knows
That God's dog has its head out the window
Ears back, sniffing nebula and comet trails


And a thousand million odors that you
Will never know


But if you'll put me in your back seat
I will teach you of lilac and honeysuckle
And mowed grass and manure


Even the skunk is a marvel
Reminding you, you are alive


When you die, dogs believe that 
God picks you up in his little car


In this life, the good deeds you do 
Are like dog biscuits you save up
For that glorious ride

                           Warren Peace
                           Translated from canine by Brian Narelle

Questions and answers

Whenever I speak in public I like to take questions from the audience and share my unique canine perspective on life. Invariably some wise guy feels the need to throw out the question “What is the meaning of life?” so I thought I’d just answer it here and now and put the issue to rest. The meaning of life is a function of ego, namely ego attachment to self, a group, a religion or nation. Once attached thusly one’s separateness is reinforced along with an accompanying sense of superiority. This is when people start getting really mean. On the other hand there is the “kinding of life”. This comes from seeing everyone as your brother and sister and, by the way, affording animals equal rights in that regard as well. The next time you see a golden retriever, approach it and see whether you get your arm ripped off or licked to death. I’m betting on the latter.

A word of caution. Don’t try the above with little terriers and the like. The more you humans have bred dogs to be less like wolves the more trouble you cause. I highly advise reading Temple Grandin’s book ANIMALS MAKE US HUMAN.

Amigos Cubanos

On my recent trip to Cuba I was impressed to see many of the dogs there maintaining the tradition of Ernest Hemingway, namely drinking heavily. I'm not sure if they actually write any novels in the morning but by mid afternoon many of them are knocking back mojitos at La Bodeguita Del Medio just like Papa. I took this picture of my pal Ernesto shortly before he passed out on the street. Now if we could just get rid of the embargo on Milk Bones that place would be party central.

Welcome humans

I am thrilled to have my very own blog. After years of being kept in a suitcase I thought getting a doggy travel crate last year was a big step up. And now this. I began performing at cabarets in Sebastopol, California alongside former mayor and poet Larry Robinson. Not to be outdone I began writing my own poetry. Since then I've performed at Dog Fairs, Veteran's Homes, house concerts and private parties. I will inaugurate my blog with one of my shorter poems that fall into the category I call "lowku"s.

                              







   THE TEMPLE

                Inside every dog there is a temple of joy
                You can pick the lock with a tennis ball

                                                              WP