We have eaglets too!!!!!

As quoted in our Sun Sentinel

"Pembroke Pines - Wings extended to their full span, the bald eagle swept toward its nest. A fuzzy gray head popped up above the rim. It was lunch time.The eagle settled into its home of sticks and grass, tore at some sort of prey with its yellow beak — oblivious to the cars and trucks rushing by on Pines Boulevard — and began gently feeding bits of food to its chicks.The celebrated bald eagles of Pembroke Pines, the first nesting pair in Broward County since the 1970s, have returned, and in the past four weeks they have produced three eaglets.

A committee of conservationists and government officials is working to make sure the eagles are protected."

Since most of our posts about other species have been warnings about aliens such as Burmese pythons or hungry biting iguanas (or same iguanas frozen and falling from trees) -- we are so tickled this morning to report that the nesting pair above returned to their home in a nearby city and have produced and are feeding three thriving eaglets.

Jake and Just Harry

Farewell to our dear Scottish lad

Having shared a wee dram or two with Hamish, and walked together in our kilts, it is with great sadness that we say farewell to such a wise little pal. He left his loving mom, Gail, suddenly this morning and we join with all his friends in sending her our condolences and love. Jake

Night Watchdog

JOB WANTED

Experienced wire fox terrier with extraordinary senses of smell and hearing searching for employment as night watchdog for understanding family that does not mind being awakened in the middle of the night with piercing barks to alert them of imminent danger.

References provided on request.

Just Harry

Terrier trouble...

Dear friends of all species:

A few weeks ago, when Dogdad was away in Cali for nigh ah, and Jake and Mom and I went upstairs to bed, I did something I had never done before: I ran straight into the shower, looked up at the ceiling, put my paws on the wall, and barked and barked and barked.

Since that was brand-new behavior for me, Mom was perplexed -- resulting in several telephone calls back and forth between Flori-duh and Cali for nigh ah.

Not knowing what else to do, Mom eventually lured me out and closed the French door between the bedroom and the dressing room/bathroom and, although I stopped barking after awhile, I sat by the closed door for almost an hour, and finally fell asleep right there.

That was it for a few weeks until Dogdad was away over night in Puerto Rico and I repeated the frantic behavior.

Just as Mom was about to conclude that my unusual excitement was related to missing Dogdad -- and thinking that perhaps he was hiding in the ceiling or on the roof -- he came home and I started all over again. This time, it was at 3am that I decided to check out the bathroom with several loud barks -- enough to awaken the 'rents and disturb the peace and tranquility of our neighborhood. Not a good thing.

At first, they thought perhaps a critter had fallen through an exhaust vent on the roof -- but we have found no signs of any such critter.

Was it Lacie, who at one point said she was coming for a visit? Was it a frozen iguana falling from his perch? Did Santa finally make it to our neighborhood? We haven't a clue.

All I know is that at the moment I am canina non grata -- and fear for my future...

(Let it be known that while all this has been going on, Brother Jake, who usually supports me in my every barking adventure, has been comfortably ensconced in the rocking chair that he prefers, with nary a bark or a brk or a bk.)

All explanations and "get-out-of-jail" cards are welcome.

Just Harry

For Wally!

We loved you, pal!! No day was ever complete without checking in to see what the one and only corgador (and your amazing ma ape) had to say. Lest we forget, your Barking for Barack was better than anything the talking heads could put together. And we saw the world with new insights because of your perspectives. We'll miss you, we'll truly miss you. You and your big, loving heart! Jake and Just Harry

20 Years later...

Mom stole this photo from Max's beautiful bloggie today to celebrate a man likened to the "US's Washington and Lincoln rolled into one." Today is the twentieth anniversary of his release from years of prison. His release was one of those rare moments that permeates the world with feelings of unity and brotherhood. And those are the moments we need to cherish when the forces of division and ugliness are all about us. When mom was reading Max's bloggie, she too waxed philosophical, suggesting that, unlike many of today's politicians and those who influence them who appeal to people's baser instincts, we dogs bring out our humans' best instincts and make them better people for loving us.

But Maxie said it better. His word is UBUNTU. Check out his blog: http://theadventuresofmaxdog.blogspot.com/2010/02/ubuntu-in-doggie-bloggie-land.html

Wirey love,

Jake and Just Harry

So Near and Yet So Far

Ah, here we are, just eight miles away from the Center of the Universe. Eight miles. So much has been going in our corner of the world -- that end of the Florida peninsula -- so close to Haiti -- where survivors of the earthquake are being treated in our local hospitals and children are attending school and Haitian-Americans who live here are waiting for flights to see how their struggling family members are doing.

And then that other event that has brought fans from all over to participate in what has become not just a football game, but what Bob Schiefer from Face the Nation today called something akin to Thanksgiving in its ability to bring people together.

And it's just eight miles from our house.

Excuse the pun, but, admittedly, we don't have a dog in the hunt since neither our Miami Dolphins nor the St. Louis Rams are in the fray. But we have been treated to non-stop coverage on radio and TV and it is just around the corner.

Having nothing better to do, however, Dogdad decided that this weekend was the weekend we would lose our winter coats. How weird is that ? Because, clearly, you can see that we saw our shadows and winter is not yet over!

Not even here.

So Jake, whom do you think we should root for????

Well, Just Harry, we kind of identify with the Saints... New Orleans, Katrina, your rescue, right?

Yep, that makes sense!Eight miles away, huh?.

Can you hear it? Can you smell it?

We're ready! But let's not forget about those others who need our help!!

Jake and Just Harry