Wolf went to the Duck Park today to survey his flock and pick one for dinner.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Friday, July 31, 2015 - 05:07 pm: Edit

Yesterday, Wolf visited the off-leash dog pen at Ellwood Park (half a mile from the office) for his once-a-week chance to run and play on grass without a leash.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Monday, August 03, 2015 - 04:01 pm: Edit

Today I took Wolf to John Stiff park, which was very wet due to recent rains. (Jean went along to take pictures of the flooded lake.) Wolf knew the best way to get his paws out of the water and mud was to climb a convenient piece of playground equipment and survey the swamp.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Friday, August 07, 2015 - 04:25 pm: Edit

Today was Wolf's 2nd birthday and with Jean's blessing I had our butcher special cut a bone just for him. He could barely pick it up when something made him want to run off with it. The bone was custom cut as "meaty" so that Wolf would enjoy the fun of scraping the meat from it with his teeth. His little mouth-jaws-teeth could never hope to crush the bone as a larger dog would, which was one of the specifications given to the butcher. The meat completely stripped away, he abandoned the bone like last year's chewtoy.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Friday, August 07, 2015 - 04:26 pm: Edit

It was, Jean says, the first bone he has ever had in his life.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Friday, August 07, 2015 - 08:25 pm: Edit

Found the bone in the equipment room behind a folded table under a pile of blankets behind the sofa. He hid it deep, and there was an old milkbone with it.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Tuesday, January 19, 2016 - 06:02 pm: Edit

Wolf's first trip to the dog park in two months (delay was due to my surgery and bad weather):

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Friday, January 29, 2016 - 03:26 pm: Edit

Wolf's second trip to the dog park. He took time to leave his calling card for his canine friends.

By Jean Sexton (Jsexton) on Tuesday, May 17, 2016 - 01:29 pm: Edit

I forgot to tell the story of Wolf and the Great Hunt. Steve told it to me on Sunday.

Steve picked up Wolf and took him to the office. When Wolf got to the office, he told Steve he wanted to head into the wind and walk east on 10th. Steve told Wolf no, and brought him inside. A few minutes later, Wolf came to Steve's office and threw a "wall-eyed fit," to use Steve's words. Steve thought perhaps that Wolf needed a potty walk, so he hooked him up and was going to walk him to the vacant lot to the west.

When Steve opened the door, Wolf charged out to the east. Steve thought, "Okay, he wants to use the weeds on the corner," and headed that direction. When Wolf got to the corner, he didn't stop and wanted to cross the street. Wolf can be a determined little dog and when he is, he weighs at least 25 pounds. So by this time, Steve was curious.

They went about 3/4 of that block and then Wolf darted for the road. Brought up short by his leash, Wolf threw another fit, for there, in the road, was His Prey -- a Squirrel. One of the tribe that torments him in the park, running along the fence too high to reach. One of the beings who says Bad Words at him until he has to chase them and then darts up the tree. Wolf didn't know how this Squirrel had gone to the Great Pecan Tree in the Sky, but that he deserved the Prey, he knew full well.

Steve knew that giving him the squirrel would be Bad for Wolf's tummy, so he started to walk Wolf back to the office. Wolf Knew his Daddy had misunderstood somehow, for the Prey was being left behind. He braced himself, and in the presence of the Prey, he gained another 25 pounds -- 50 pounds of braced long-haired chihuahua demanding what was rightfully his.

Steve had to pick up The Wolf and carry him back to the office. All the while Wolf looked mournfully over Steve's shoulder at The Squirrel that Should Have Been His.


Poor Wolf!

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Monday, July 11, 2016 - 06:30 pm: Edit

Wolf tricked me on Sunday. I told him we’d go to the park for three trees but he said "I get to pick which trees." He marked the first, 9th, and 21st tree he sniffed, enough to give me a full workout in 103F.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Friday, September 02, 2016 - 01:50 pm: Edit

16 August: Wolf and I went for a drive around town and found Southlawn Park, where he had never been. He quickly claimed it as new territory.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Tuesday, September 13, 2016 - 05:53 pm: Edit

On a walk at Triangle Park on 3 Sept.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Monday, November 21, 2016 - 05:16 pm: Edit

On 4 November, Wolf visited the dog park.





On 11 November, Wolf decided to celebrate with a dip in the pool at Kindergarten Park, but it turned out that the pool had been drained for the winter season.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Saturday, January 14, 2017 - 04:50 pm: Edit

14 Jan 2017, Wolf asked me to take him for a walk despite the cold and wet weather.

By Jean Sexton (Jsexton) on Wednesday, September 20, 2017 - 03:07 pm: Edit

The Wolf and His First Funnel Cake

To understand this, you must know the following:

Steve Cole and I love funnel cake.
Steven Petrick is a gentleman and had never had funnel cake.
Wolf is not officially allowed human food.
Steve Petrick never gives Wolf any edibles -- treats or human food.

I've had a hankering for funnel cake for a while now. I like the old-fashioned kind with plain batter and powdered sugar on top. It has been a couple of years since I had one. The Tri-State Fair is running and that means funnel cake is available. So Steve and I went on an adventure to get one and split it so we could pretend we were being healthy. (Well, if you eat only half, that is healthier than eating the Whole Thing!)

I ventured into the fairgrounds to get one (before 1 pm it is free to get in, so that wasn't added to the price of the cake). I got it and headed out. Steve and I decided to head back to the office to eat our cake so as not to cover the inside of his vehicle with floating powdered sugar.

Out of politeness we offered to share our cake with Leanna and Petrick. To our surprise, Petrick accepted. He wanted a knife and fork so he could eat his portion. (To be fair, we all tried to explain to him that funnel cake is eaten with one's fingers.) Everyone was told that Wolf couldn't have any of the funnel cake.

So there we all were around the conference table. Leanna was keeping us company, Steve and I were eating our cake with our fingers, Petrick was being a gentleman and eating his cake with a knife and fork, and The Wolf was prowling for crumbs. Suddenly Petrick jerks and Leanna laughs. A piece of Petrick's funnel cake had flown off his plate, over the end of the conference table and hit the floor neer the staff copier. Petrick hung his head in shame and Wolf charged to the loose food. (No five-second rule with a two-second dog!) Petrick stirred and Wolf snatched his prize (bigger than his paw) and ran.

However, Wolf made a tactical error. He ran to be in front of me -- safety, he thought. He couldn't quite figure out how to eat the chunk of yummy, sweet goodness, so he laid it on the floor to study it. I reached down and snatched it away.

Still, Wolf got a few crumbs and decided that powdered sugar is the food of the gods.

And that is the story of how Petrick fed The Wolf Wolf's first funnel cake.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Wednesday, September 20, 2017 - 04:09 pm: Edit

For those who don't know, funnel cake is a staple of county and state fairs. One takes a container of cake batter with a small nozzle and squirts batter into a pot of boiling oil (think French fried cake batter). By going around and around inside an imaginary six-inch circle you end up creating something close to be Belgian (thick) waffle in concept. It isn't solid cake, just a network of fried cake batter strings.'

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Wednesday, September 20, 2017 - 04:16 pm: Edit

The above funnel cake was a jumbo 8 inch one.

Plus 1.5 kilos of powdered sugar.

Whenever we eat together, there is usually a game of "Steve Cole feeds the dog things Jean said not to feed him and tries not to get caught." Jean, a subscriber to modern "everything is bad for your kid" theory, outlaws most things but Steve Cole does not. (SVC grew up in a day when every dog in America was fed table scraps and showed no harm for having eaten them, indeed, vets said that to be healthy a dog had to have table scraps. On my dogs' birthdays they always got bones from the butcher covered in chocolate sauce from a can. These days, "every knows" that chocolate will kill your dog, but all of mine ate chocolate several times a month and lived to ripe old dogyears.)

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Thursday, August 23, 2018 - 11:41 am: Edit

After a month of being too sick to do so, I was able to walk the dog 100 yards on Tuesday and 170 yards on Wednesday. Both times totally exhausted me and required me to go lay down for a while.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Monday, August 27, 2018 - 05:48 pm: Edit

On 23 August, despite 97 degree heat, I took Wolf to the dog park for the first time in months. This involved a 100 yard walk over grass, sitting on a bench in the shade, then walking back to the car. Jean went along in case I fell down or something. Wolf had a great time but said it was hot and only stayed 10 minutes.

By Steve Cole (Stevecole) on Wednesday, October 03, 2018 - 06:49 pm: Edit

Congrats to Wolf for snatching Petrick's Dorito.

By Jean Sexton (Jsexton) on Friday, October 05, 2018 - 03:16 pm: Edit

Wolf posts: Uncle Petrick loves me! I will bark and he will know I love him back!