You know what I don't see at the X-Games? A dog on a skateboard!
I'm watching these skateboarders skate down this giant ramp, going high into the air, and doing all of these amazing tricks, and the only thing that I am thinking the whole time is that I bet I could learn to do that. After all, I am still a young puppy, and even though people say that you cannot teach an old dog new tricks, no one ever says that you cannot teach a young dog skateboard tricks... or at least no one I have ever talked to.
I bet I would be a great skateboarding puppy. My helmet would allow my ears to flop in the wind as I stared down the ramp. My paws would have on cool colored gloves, and the crowd would be cheering, "Podar, Podar, Podar!!!" It would be fantastic! I bet I could probably even win the whole thing, especially if I bribed the judges with some bones... not that I would do that, because I could of course win the whole thing fair and square.
Maybe I'll talk dad into getting me a new skateboard to practice with in New York City. I wonder if any dog parks are also skate parks, which would make my pursuit of this dream even easier.
Sigh. A pup can dream.
In other news, we have to move out of our apartment soon. We only have about 41 days left before we have to find a new home! More on this to come soon...
The Adventures of Podar is the story of a stuffed animal living in New York City who becomes real after a wish by his owner.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Monday, June 18, 2012
I Caught My Own Tail Today!
This is a tell that you can believe about a puppy who caught his own tail...
I FINALLY DID IT! I CAUGHT MY TAIL! Here is what happened...
So I was watching the NBA Finals game three tonight, and cheering for the Heat (mainly because I don't like the sound of thunder - it reminds me too much of the vacuum), when out of the corner of my eye I noticed my pesky tail wagging around yet again as I excitedly barked for LeBron James to score. Pretending to be unaware of my tail wagging, I slowly positioned my front paws to be ready to spring into action at the right moment. As the time ran down and the Oklahoma City Thunder's chances vanished into smoke, I saw my opportunity to strike. Like a wild dog hunting his prey, I attempted to snatch my tail with a ferocious leap. Unfortunately, I fell off the bed while doing so.
As I tumbled down onto the floor, I awkwardly landed on my puppy head, and my bottom flipped over the top of my face. Forgetting the pain of nearly knocking the stuffing out of myself, I snapped at the wagging monstrosity that has plagued my existence as a living stuffed animal and - SUCCESS! I caught my tail between my puppy teeth.
OUCH! The one thing that no one ever mentioned about catching your own tail is that it would hurt! Apparently, being connected to my rump means that it is connected to my brain, and without meaning to rhyme I can say without a doubt that I certainly felt the pain. Either way though, I am finally that dog who no longer has to chase his tail - I have already caught mine.
Then again, I cannot help but wonder - could I do it again? Hmmm...
I FINALLY DID IT! I CAUGHT MY TAIL! Here is what happened...
So I was watching the NBA Finals game three tonight, and cheering for the Heat (mainly because I don't like the sound of thunder - it reminds me too much of the vacuum), when out of the corner of my eye I noticed my pesky tail wagging around yet again as I excitedly barked for LeBron James to score. Pretending to be unaware of my tail wagging, I slowly positioned my front paws to be ready to spring into action at the right moment. As the time ran down and the Oklahoma City Thunder's chances vanished into smoke, I saw my opportunity to strike. Like a wild dog hunting his prey, I attempted to snatch my tail with a ferocious leap. Unfortunately, I fell off the bed while doing so.
As I tumbled down onto the floor, I awkwardly landed on my puppy head, and my bottom flipped over the top of my face. Forgetting the pain of nearly knocking the stuffing out of myself, I snapped at the wagging monstrosity that has plagued my existence as a living stuffed animal and - SUCCESS! I caught my tail between my puppy teeth.
OUCH! The one thing that no one ever mentioned about catching your own tail is that it would hurt! Apparently, being connected to my rump means that it is connected to my brain, and without meaning to rhyme I can say without a doubt that I certainly felt the pain. Either way though, I am finally that dog who no longer has to chase his tail - I have already caught mine.
Then again, I cannot help but wonder - could I do it again? Hmmm...
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Should Human Children Be On A Leash?
Hi everyone! Today's topic is "Should Human Children Be On a Leash", and it came to mind because I was on Broadway earlier today people watching with my dad. He was taking a break from studying, and although I wanted to play fetch, he thought a nice walk would do.
But, lest I digress, let me tell you more about what I saw today (I'll spare you the details of the smells - we walked by a sewer!). I was watching these tourists come by with a whole litter of children, and one of them dropped a small ball that rolled out into the street. The parent saw this, and yelled at the kid to not run out in the street, but as you can imagine it did no good. Now, I should also note at this point that they had a dog with them too, and the dog saw the ball roll out also, but it didn't go anywhere because it was on a leash and clearly a well-behaved canine.
Unfortunately, the child was not so very well behaved, and almost got hit by a bus, a car, a bike rider, and a pigeon (the pigeon was just flying by unaware). As I sat there and thought about it, I realized that if the human child had been on a leash, none of this would have happened. I mean, isn't the whole point of leash laws to prevent dogs from running amok without paying attention to their surroundings? If we think dogs need a leash, then maybe human children do as well in order to keep them safe and to prevent them from causing any accidents.
Now, I know this line of thought will have its critics, and that some people might even say that you have to worry about dogs biting people, and that is why they are leashed. In response, I say that if you have spent any significant amount of time around human children, then you know they are quite likely to bite as well. At least a dog will normally give you a warning growl or have some kind of reason - human children just like to bite!
I'll leave you with that thought and let you come up with your own decision regarding whether we should have human children leash laws. As for me, I have a new tennis ball that needs chewing. Have a great day!
But, lest I digress, let me tell you more about what I saw today (I'll spare you the details of the smells - we walked by a sewer!). I was watching these tourists come by with a whole litter of children, and one of them dropped a small ball that rolled out into the street. The parent saw this, and yelled at the kid to not run out in the street, but as you can imagine it did no good. Now, I should also note at this point that they had a dog with them too, and the dog saw the ball roll out also, but it didn't go anywhere because it was on a leash and clearly a well-behaved canine.
Unfortunately, the child was not so very well behaved, and almost got hit by a bus, a car, a bike rider, and a pigeon (the pigeon was just flying by unaware). As I sat there and thought about it, I realized that if the human child had been on a leash, none of this would have happened. I mean, isn't the whole point of leash laws to prevent dogs from running amok without paying attention to their surroundings? If we think dogs need a leash, then maybe human children do as well in order to keep them safe and to prevent them from causing any accidents.
Now, I know this line of thought will have its critics, and that some people might even say that you have to worry about dogs biting people, and that is why they are leashed. In response, I say that if you have spent any significant amount of time around human children, then you know they are quite likely to bite as well. At least a dog will normally give you a warning growl or have some kind of reason - human children just like to bite!
I'll leave you with that thought and let you come up with your own decision regarding whether we should have human children leash laws. As for me, I have a new tennis ball that needs chewing. Have a great day!
Monday, April 23, 2012
Sadness and Loss
A sad arf to you today. It is a tough day to be a stuffed animal because my dad and his girlfriend (the lady I called mom) are officially broken up. It has been hard on the whole family, although Seal and Blue Bear do not seem to understand very much of it, and Gomar just slithers around wanting to bite someone.
My dad who wished me to life isn't a young man, and although this might surprise some of my readers, he is actually in his mid 30's. He is a kid at heart though, so he tends to still act like a child in many ways - he read comics, watches cartoons, and lives with four stuffed animals - clearly a sign of someone who is still a child in his heart. I think his age makes it especially hard for him to deal with a break-up like this - I think when you get older, you tend to see yourself as having less options in the human world, and thus when you spend a few years with someone, losing them can be very, very tough. It is pretty hard for me to understand, but I do know that I try to lick all of the tears off of his face as much as I can. Fur is very absorbent and good for these types of situations.
My dad actually received me (way back when I was an inanimate object/stuffed dog) from the girl who is now his ex, so I think it is especially hard for him to have all of us around. I mean, we were a family, and even though he is the one who wished us to life, we all played together and had fun together, and it is quite sad and strange to know that mom is not ever going to be around again (it's a pretty terrible break-up and they are finished for good). He talked to us tonight about how conventional wisdom says to get rid of everything that your ex gave you, and he went through the room like Blue Bear on a sugar high, putting things in the trash and then throwing them all away in a huff.
However, when he got to us four kids, his wished-to-life stuffed animal family, he set us all down at the end of the bed and he sat on the floor and talked to us. He let us know that it was going to be very hard for him to keep us all here, but that he would because he loved us, and he really needed us during all of this. He also wanted us to know though he loved us, and it wasn't anything that we had or hadn't done that was making him sad, but rather the memories of his ex that we evoked.
It was very sad, and I worry about my dad. He has a big heart and so much love, and I hate to see him so sad.
I am glad that he still believes in us though. As you remember from my last post, magically alive creatures cannot survive without love and belief, and I really enjoy the world. I am going to give him extra cuddles tonight and remind him how great he is and how much we all love him.
Our poor dad really loved his ex-girlfriend, and I worry about him a lot. I am also pissed off to find out that after she came over here all of those times a few weeks ago and even took me home with her a couple of times, she already had a new boy in her life. It makes me feel just as betrayed in some ways as dad does, and now I know that I will never again be sleeping in my mommy's bed again.
I guess I am pretty sad too. I loved her also, and realizing that she is gone, no matter what she did or didn't do, still hurts this poor puppy's heart. No matter how much they fought, or the silly arguments that they had, my favorite times were still cuddling with her and playing with her. I'll miss twirling my paw in the air as I make idle threats, and I'll miss playing peek-a-boo and other fun games with her as well.
Ah, who is this puppy kidding. My dad and I are both sad. Seal is sad. Blue Bear is sad. Gomar is sad. Everyone around here is sad because we lost a very special and very loved member of our family, and now she is gone forever. Losing someone hurts, even if your heart is made of stuffing.
My dad who wished me to life isn't a young man, and although this might surprise some of my readers, he is actually in his mid 30's. He is a kid at heart though, so he tends to still act like a child in many ways - he read comics, watches cartoons, and lives with four stuffed animals - clearly a sign of someone who is still a child in his heart. I think his age makes it especially hard for him to deal with a break-up like this - I think when you get older, you tend to see yourself as having less options in the human world, and thus when you spend a few years with someone, losing them can be very, very tough. It is pretty hard for me to understand, but I do know that I try to lick all of the tears off of his face as much as I can. Fur is very absorbent and good for these types of situations.
My dad actually received me (way back when I was an inanimate object/stuffed dog) from the girl who is now his ex, so I think it is especially hard for him to have all of us around. I mean, we were a family, and even though he is the one who wished us to life, we all played together and had fun together, and it is quite sad and strange to know that mom is not ever going to be around again (it's a pretty terrible break-up and they are finished for good). He talked to us tonight about how conventional wisdom says to get rid of everything that your ex gave you, and he went through the room like Blue Bear on a sugar high, putting things in the trash and then throwing them all away in a huff.
However, when he got to us four kids, his wished-to-life stuffed animal family, he set us all down at the end of the bed and he sat on the floor and talked to us. He let us know that it was going to be very hard for him to keep us all here, but that he would because he loved us, and he really needed us during all of this. He also wanted us to know though he loved us, and it wasn't anything that we had or hadn't done that was making him sad, but rather the memories of his ex that we evoked.
It was very sad, and I worry about my dad. He has a big heart and so much love, and I hate to see him so sad.
I am glad that he still believes in us though. As you remember from my last post, magically alive creatures cannot survive without love and belief, and I really enjoy the world. I am going to give him extra cuddles tonight and remind him how great he is and how much we all love him.
Our poor dad really loved his ex-girlfriend, and I worry about him a lot. I am also pissed off to find out that after she came over here all of those times a few weeks ago and even took me home with her a couple of times, she already had a new boy in her life. It makes me feel just as betrayed in some ways as dad does, and now I know that I will never again be sleeping in my mommy's bed again.
I guess I am pretty sad too. I loved her also, and realizing that she is gone, no matter what she did or didn't do, still hurts this poor puppy's heart. No matter how much they fought, or the silly arguments that they had, my favorite times were still cuddling with her and playing with her. I'll miss twirling my paw in the air as I make idle threats, and I'll miss playing peek-a-boo and other fun games with her as well.
Ah, who is this puppy kidding. My dad and I are both sad. Seal is sad. Blue Bear is sad. Gomar is sad. Everyone around here is sad because we lost a very special and very loved member of our family, and now she is gone forever. Losing someone hurts, even if your heart is made of stuffing.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Imagination Needed
I feel very lethargic. I am tired, and my stuffed animal body doesn't feel very good. I am suffering the dreaded fate of many stuffed animals who have been wished to life... a lack of imagination.
Normally it happens to stuffed animals when a child grows older - all of the belief that the child had before they got lost in the trappings of the real world and started listening to everyone else about what can and cannot be - it all vanishes often with age and a child forgets that magic and wonder of the companion that their fervent wishes and beliefs brought to life. When this fades away, a stuffed animal will often revert back to being an inanimate and inert object.
Now I do not want to panic you - we don't "die" or anything in the human sense - instead it is more of a hibernation mode that we enter into where our minds and bodies just sort of slow down and then we fall into a deep slumber - one that is not permanent and that can easily be thrown off with the right spark of love and imagination.
I have to say that I am a bit worried though - I never came to life for a child with a child's dreams and a child's imagination - instead I came to life because of the playful nature and love of two individuals, and as you may have guessed, those two individuals have now parted ways. The magic that they created together is gone, and now I wonder if the one has enough left inside to sustain Gomar, Blue Bear, Seal, and myself.
I know this is not my normal happy post, but I suppose that even in the world of magic and fairy tales that there are dark moments - a poisoned apple, a big bad wolf, or some other such thing - and I only hope that we have a fairy tale ending here and that at the least, we will all be loved as much as we always were. Tears and need keep us alive, but we truly need love and happiness to thrive.
If this is my last post for awhile, you will now know why. The human heart suffers greatly, and when it does the door to imagination is often shut.
Normally it happens to stuffed animals when a child grows older - all of the belief that the child had before they got lost in the trappings of the real world and started listening to everyone else about what can and cannot be - it all vanishes often with age and a child forgets that magic and wonder of the companion that their fervent wishes and beliefs brought to life. When this fades away, a stuffed animal will often revert back to being an inanimate and inert object.
Now I do not want to panic you - we don't "die" or anything in the human sense - instead it is more of a hibernation mode that we enter into where our minds and bodies just sort of slow down and then we fall into a deep slumber - one that is not permanent and that can easily be thrown off with the right spark of love and imagination.
I have to say that I am a bit worried though - I never came to life for a child with a child's dreams and a child's imagination - instead I came to life because of the playful nature and love of two individuals, and as you may have guessed, those two individuals have now parted ways. The magic that they created together is gone, and now I wonder if the one has enough left inside to sustain Gomar, Blue Bear, Seal, and myself.
I know this is not my normal happy post, but I suppose that even in the world of magic and fairy tales that there are dark moments - a poisoned apple, a big bad wolf, or some other such thing - and I only hope that we have a fairy tale ending here and that at the least, we will all be loved as much as we always were. Tears and need keep us alive, but we truly need love and happiness to thrive.
If this is my last post for awhile, you will now know why. The human heart suffers greatly, and when it does the door to imagination is often shut.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Podario with a Mustachio?
Without further ado, this is what I would look like if I had a mustache. If I do say so myself, I am a rather handsome dog with a mustache, and I'm sure the other canines in the world would definitely agree that I would make an excellent Podario with the Mustachio.
Stay tuned for my next post about dog sled racing... sans the mustache.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Night Pup
Whenever I hear other animals getting credit for certain things instead of dogs, it really annoys me and makes me growl. The latest one that is getting on my nerves is the term "night owl" which I hear people tossing around all the time to refer to those who stay up late at night.
However, the term does not really make a lot of sense to use because all owls are nocturnal. It is kind of like calling someone a "night bat" - which also would not make a lot of sense, because all bats are nocturnal. No, if you are trying to differentiate creatures based on sleeping patterns that are not quite in line with others of the same type, then there is really only one term that you should be using. That is right, I am talking about the term "night pup."
Most dogs sleep at night, but a night pup is different because he barks all night long and sleeps during the day. I mean, if you live near someone who keeps their dog (or dogs) outside, then you likely have heard a night pup barking and patrolling, keeping the neighborhood safe at night. No one can sneak up on a night pup in the middle of the night, because a night pup is always up sniffing and peering around, alert for danger.
Hopefully, humans will stop calling those who stay up late "night owls" and start using the phrase "night pups", giving these unique dogs some credit for their nocturnal behavior that is so different than what most dogs do. Otherwise, you might as well start using the term "underwater fish" to refer to someone who is swimming, or "flying bird" to talk about someone who can jump high - the term night owl just does not make a lot of sense. Take it from a stuffed dog with a blog - I know these things!
However, the term does not really make a lot of sense to use because all owls are nocturnal. It is kind of like calling someone a "night bat" - which also would not make a lot of sense, because all bats are nocturnal. No, if you are trying to differentiate creatures based on sleeping patterns that are not quite in line with others of the same type, then there is really only one term that you should be using. That is right, I am talking about the term "night pup."
Most dogs sleep at night, but a night pup is different because he barks all night long and sleeps during the day. I mean, if you live near someone who keeps their dog (or dogs) outside, then you likely have heard a night pup barking and patrolling, keeping the neighborhood safe at night. No one can sneak up on a night pup in the middle of the night, because a night pup is always up sniffing and peering around, alert for danger.
Hopefully, humans will stop calling those who stay up late "night owls" and start using the phrase "night pups", giving these unique dogs some credit for their nocturnal behavior that is so different than what most dogs do. Otherwise, you might as well start using the term "underwater fish" to refer to someone who is swimming, or "flying bird" to talk about someone who can jump high - the term night owl just does not make a lot of sense. Take it from a stuffed dog with a blog - I know these things!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The BCS Championship: Boring
As you have probably gathered if you have been reading this puppy's posts, I am a big fan of college football. Maybe it is because I like when people throw me the ball, or running after a ball, or chewing on a ball, or... well, you get the picture, but I love watching football. I really like college football, and cheering for my teams each weekend as they play.
Now, I will be the first to admit that that I did not have a "dog in the fight" so to speak, and I was not really rooting for either of the teams. If I had to pick one, it would been Alabama (because no dog in his right mind would root for any type of cat, and that includes the Tigers), but it was not that important to this pup one way or the other.
However, the game itself would have challenged the most diehard puppy's love of the game, as it was for the most part a fairly boring game. The Alabama kicker attempted seven field goals, making five, and there was one touchdown scored the entire game. LSU barely made it to Alabama's side of the field, and apparently left their offense in Atlanta at the SEC Championship game. I was yawning and thinking of the nearest fire hydrant by the midway point of the third quarter, and actually stopped watching the game in the fourth quarter. It was just so very boring.
I would like to think that it was because Alabama's defense was so good, but there came a time very early in the game where I felt like I could call the next LSU play. They were very predictable, and Alabama had it dialed up last night.
Ah well, congratulations to the Crimson Tide just the same, and now this puppy has to find a new sport to watch during the cold weather. Dog sledding is sounding very interesting about this time of year...
Now, I will be the first to admit that that I did not have a "dog in the fight" so to speak, and I was not really rooting for either of the teams. If I had to pick one, it would been Alabama (because no dog in his right mind would root for any type of cat, and that includes the Tigers), but it was not that important to this pup one way or the other.
However, the game itself would have challenged the most diehard puppy's love of the game, as it was for the most part a fairly boring game. The Alabama kicker attempted seven field goals, making five, and there was one touchdown scored the entire game. LSU barely made it to Alabama's side of the field, and apparently left their offense in Atlanta at the SEC Championship game. I was yawning and thinking of the nearest fire hydrant by the midway point of the third quarter, and actually stopped watching the game in the fourth quarter. It was just so very boring.
I would like to think that it was because Alabama's defense was so good, but there came a time very early in the game where I felt like I could call the next LSU play. They were very predictable, and Alabama had it dialed up last night.
Ah well, congratulations to the Crimson Tide just the same, and now this puppy has to find a new sport to watch during the cold weather. Dog sledding is sounding very interesting about this time of year...
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