Welcome to Gooberstan!
It's nowhere near Pakistan, Uzbekistan, or Afghanistan, but it's the land of Stanley - one goober of an Airedale. No passport required.
Since inquiring minds want to know, we'll spill the beans (mmmm.... beans...) about what had us galloping through the house at warp speed in our last post. Here's a little clue... Recognize that juicy schnoz?! Hmm?
See, we heard our girl talking about taking a trip to Portland, Oregon where she plans to meet up with one of our fave dog/hooman combinations - Bogartand his mama Lulu! So of course, we came running to help with the planning for our trip.
I immediately got my things ready and was packed in a flash.
Imagine my surprise when my girl told me that since she's flying and does not want me riding in the cargo hold that I will not be accompanying her on this trip. I assumed she had to be messing with me and threw her my best "you've GOT to be kidding me" look (*wink* *wink*).
Apparently she's NOT kidding, so I tried a variety of faces on her to get her to change her mind about what part I would play in her trip. Instead of automatically trying a goober mind meld on her, I first whipped out my sad face. It's been known to get a 93% return on all requests I make with it. Apparently my girl falls in the other 7%.
I decided it was time for the BIG GUNS, so I pulled out a few of my favorite stink eye expressions to influence her decision.
Personally, I think my googly stink eye is quite irresistible.
Now, I know this one is overkill, but it's my ultimate stink eye expression. I thought this was important enough to do it right, so I whipped this face out to prove just how imperative it was that I accompany my girl to Portland.
It is now obvious to me in no uncertain terms that I'm evidently NOT as irresistible as I thought. My girl definitely could resist... even the goober mind meld. Stella & Merv were so bummed about the idea of staying home that they joined forces in a major hissy fit followed by a long and silent sulk.
I don't know if you can tell here, but Merv is one pissed off cat. You really wouldn't want to mess with him right now.
By this time next week my girl will be in Portland for 5 days, and she'll be spending some of that time whooping it up with Bogart & Lulu. Stella has not yet given up and is still hounding our girl to let her go on the trip. I personally think she's wasting her breath, but I told her to knock herself out.
Looks to me like she's got her work cut out for her. We all want to go to Portland so bad we can almost taste it (mmmm... Portland...)!
I've been really missing my sweetpea Asta, so I prowled through my girl's photo archives from our roadtrip the other day, and I found some very fun photos of Asta. These first few are a series of photos I've entitled "Wild Wire." (I bring out the animal her... I think.)
These next couple of photos are of stolen moments together on the streets of New York...
... and how we were, literally, attached at the monkey.
I miss her spunk...
her wit...
her smoochies...
and her sweet & sassy ways!
Oh yeah. I miss her hugs too. Right back at ya, sweetness!
Alright. Before I say anything else, just let me say that Astaand I both love our families very much. She has her mommi & daddi, and I have my girl, and... well... they're DRIVING US NUTS!!! Everywhere we go, there they are. Asta and I can't get a moment alone.
We decided to have a little game of love tug, and who was there? You guessed it, the pupparazzi (in the form of Asta's mommi & my girl).
So, we've resorted to making up excuses to leave the apartment together. We told them that we wanted to skip out and grab a hotdog. No big deal, right? NoooOOooo! They had to come along with us and "capture the moment" on film.
Seriously. Would you want your own hooman girl or your girlfriend's parents with you everywhere you go?
Even the little dachshund in the background there yelled to us as he walked by, "DUDE! You've gotta ditch the parents, man!" I can only assume he was talking about my girl and Asta's parents. It was obvious our date was a little crowded, even to that hotdog on 4 legs.
Don't get me wrong. I know I'm not the only guy in Asta's life. (Believe me. I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to... and I DON'T. I mean... Asta's dad's a wonderful chaperone. I'm sure our dates wouldn't be half so much fun if I didn't catch an occasional glare from him reminding me that I better treat his baby girl right.)
The other day we walked all the way to Washington Square Park because I thought I might be able to get a good swim in in the fountain.
There I was, ready to spring right into it when, FWAP! My leash snapped taught and my girl hauled me off of the fountain's side to show me the sign that read, "No dogs in the fountain." Asta's parents agreed with my girl, and said they didn't want to see me get hauled into jail for breaking the law. See all those kids playing in the fountain?
This little girl looks pretty disgusted with something, don't you think? Well, if you think it's her sandwich that's got her making that face you'd be wrong. She was disgusted with how much the hoomans were smothering us. (Seriously. I stopped to ask her opinion.) What do they think we ARE? A couple of pups just weaned from our mamas? Are their lives so empty that they can only fill it with OUR social lives?
Here's a prime example. This is technically not a photo of me. It's a photo of my girl taking a photo of me. Guess who took it. Go ahead. Guess. It was Asta's mommi. If Asta's daddi had a camera with him you would probably be seeing a photo of Asta's mommi taking a photo of my girl taking a photo of me! SHEESH!
I began to refuse to cooperate on their photo shoots.
Once I got Asta involved in my plan it was next to impossible to get a good photo of us.
We made one last-ditch effort to sneak away for a few minutes of alone time. We said we'd go get gelato for everyone and bring it back. As you can see, not only did the hoomans come with us, but they insisted on feeding us as if we can't use a spoon ourselves to eat gelato.
Once again I refused to be part of their evil plan to keep us from being alone.
As you can see, I held firm but Asta pretty much caved. I can't really blame her, though. It IS gelato.
When we returned to Asta's house my girl could tell something was up, so she asked Asta how she likes having the 3 hoomans along for all of our excursions. Here's what Asta had to say:
I'm seriously considering contacting the NYPD about taking out a temporary restraining order that keeps the hoomans away from our dates. Hopefully it won't come to that.
Despite the hardship of the constant chaperones, Asta and I are having a great time together. I've never been so happy or so tired in my life!
You won't be hearing from us for a day or so. We're going to Boston Sunday to visit Agatha & Archie(and to meet up with Sophie La Brador), and then we'll be stopping by to see Maggie and Mitchon our way back here on Monday. WooOoHoOOOo!
Nothing to worry or fret about, but Stanley is taking time to adjust to life in the Big Apple. He loves walking on the streets and meeting all the dogs, but is insanely loud whenever he is tied up somewhere (while we eat) and he sees dogs passing by. He sounds so ferocious, and I can't explain to every passerby that, really, he just wants to meet every dog he sees. He's receiving unimagined amounts of Airedmiration, and gets stopped regularly to be loved on and talked to. He's taking every spare minute to get in a snooze since he's probably getting more exercise here than he ever gets back home. More photos and commentary later. Go over to Asta'sblog to check out more about our NYC adventures.
We had a hard time leaving our buddies in the 'Burgh! They made us feel like we were family, and I came to think of Scruff & BabyStanas the brothers I never had, and Lacieas the sissy I already do. (She looks so much like Stella I had a hard time calling her Lacie.)
I gave Laciea little brotherly advice in the love department. She listened, and promised to seriously consider what I had to say.
She does such a lovely job taking care of Stan and Scruff... even while furthering her modeling career.
Before I knew it, it was time for one last whiz...
one last sniff (aren't these two of the most gorgeous muscle butts you've ever seen?)...
and one last good-bye to the girl in her lifeguard chair...
and I was back on the road through the wilds of Eastern Pennsylvania.
As soon as we arrived she and her mama and her sweet grandpa (her personal bully stick holder) told me to make myself at home. Here I am welcoming my girl into the house. They let me run all over to investigate and drink from the toilets while my girl had a fabulous lunch al fresco with Koobie'smama & grandpa.
I'm not like my sissy, Stella, so I had no way to tone down my gooberocity, but eventually Miss Koobie let me get a few good sniffs!
I told her I'd be as gentle as possible.
I admit, I violated her personal space a little more than she would have liked.
But in the end she came around. It's obvious from this photograph that she was hankering for a little whiff of this goober.
I spent the next two hours napping in the GoobMobile while we made our way to NYC and my Astaroni! Here is our first meeting on the street in front of her building. She's a VERY sassy girl.
While she showed me around her neighborhood I made sure we had time to investigate each other a little bit.
Okay. We investigated each other a LOT.
We went for a romantic walk along the river. Asta'san incredible tour guide, and pointed out all her favorite spots to me.
As you can see, my months of practicing for walks in the big city are paying off.
Life on the road has been fun, but can be a little hard on a goober. I was so wiped out that I crashed as soon as I got in the door. Astahad other plans. She looks all sedate in this photo...
but she could not resist the goober at rest, and kept crawling closer...
and closer...
until she couldn't stand it any more, and offered me the ultimate overture of love...
her polka dot tummy. WHO could resist that?!
I am already feeling SO at home here in New York, and it's not just because Asta's mommi is in love with me. (It's mutual, sweet Ami.)
We have so many things we want to do, and have been discussing our plans non-stop.
And of course, we're taking plenty of breaks for goob smoochin'!
Since my girl is camera CRAZY, you can bet you'll be seeing more photos of our adventures soon.
Hey. I'm Stanley the Airedale Terrier. I was 1 year old when I started this blog. I came to live with my hooman girl when I was 10 months old and she adopted me through Airedale Rescue. She said she promised her cat, Merv, a puppy and that I belong to him. (You and I both know that's just a cover for the fact that I am a surrogate child for HER). She thinks I'm a bit of a goober (she's right) and nicknamed me Gooberstan. Since I sometimes seem to live in a world of my own, I thought I'd make this blog about MY world from MY perspective. My little sister, Stella (who is a Lakeland Terrier rescue) occassionally shows up.