 We are scared of the moon! The highlight from last week was my visit to Remington Elementary. I enjoyed performing my Brave Dog show for the third graders! They cheered, clapped, and then petted me after I performed my story. I loved how much they enjoyed the story and fun facts about War dogs from WWI and WWII. They were all great listeners! We also visited seniors at a skilled nursing facility. I visit each senior citizen. One lady was 101, so we celebrated her birthday. I even got a bite of cake! I also visited a park called Homestead Ranch which is located out east on a mesa. My upright and I ran to the top of the mesa and then followed the trail around the outer edge. The views of Pikes Peak were spectacular and I enjoyed running. I love running and am able to run for miles and miles and miles! In addition to performing and working, I also worked on writing a story (about myself, of course). I hope to publish it one day. I plan on titling my stories: Sienna’s Tales: A dog with an over-active imagination. The first story is about how afraid I am of the full moon. In my defense, I truly believe that the full moon is a monster’s eye. The eye follows me everywhere and watches me doing everything (including going potty). How would you like to go potty in front of a monster? You wouldn’t and I don’t like to either, which is why I refuse to go potty at night if there’s a full moon. I try to hold it all night long until it’s safe to go potty in the daytime. J But holding it in makes me feel uncomfortable. The monster moon is very sinister. He creates shadows that dance across the ground and glows sometimes an orangish-yellow (which reminds me of my Kitty’s evil eyes). Every month I wait for it to grow big and then I hide my head under my covers and refuse to come out until the moon is once again just a crescent. Here’s my question for the kids at Remington Elementary: Name a dog’s super senses and explain how they might help our military. The first student who answers correctly will receive a beautiful autographed picture of my fluffy-self.  I look pretty "sheepish" in my costume!
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 If my upright hadn't forced me to wear doggles, I would not have stolen the covers off her bed! This week I performed at assisted living and memory care facilities. I love greeting each senior. They pet me, sometimes feed me a treat, and then enjoy my tricks. We performed tales from Africa. I play a poor dog who begs for food, but the rich man refuses to even give me a treat. How rude! The stories are fun and are filled with strange and exotic animals. Lions, tigers, spiders, and galagos (bush babies). The galagos sound like a crying baby when it senses danger. They have large eyes and ears and feast on insects. There are many African myths and legends regarding these nocturnal bush-babies. I also got into trouble this week, but I don’t feel it was really my fault. Now that summer is almost over, we’re not as busy doing programs. I’m bored. I need to work, and if my upright doesn’t provide me with work, I’ll create my own! So this week, I stole all of the covers off my upright’s bed after she made it. I dragged the blanket and comforter down the hallway, then bunched them up to create a cushy spot for myself. I thought I was helping her put clean sheets and blankets on her bed. I also found some dog treats that had been left in a jacket pocket. I ate a hole in the jacket and devoured the treats. They still tasted good, even though they were pretty old. I chased the cat; the cat chased me. Clearly, this is not my fault. I’m an innocent participant. The cat stares at me until I feel compelled to chase her. Then, I dug a hole in the yard. In my defense, the yard has become overrun with vicious vile Voles. Voles consume the roots of your plants such as bushes, flowers, and grass. I wanted to teach the vile vole a lesson. They kept popping their heads out of their holes, driving me crazy until I caught one. I don’t particularly enjoy playing with a ball, but I love tossing a vole high into the air and then catching it! I call this game “Flying Vole” and look forward to playing it again. The voles, however, do not enjoy this game, which is why I had to dig a hole in the backyard. I just wanted to play “Flying Vole!”  A Vicious Vile Vole! I can tell that he wants to play "Flying Vole" with me!  I love resting in a bed of flowers! Vacations are an excellent way to rekindle your inner joy and peace. Fortunately for me my upright loves me so much, she took me on vacation with her. We hiked to new places, visited waterfalls and lakes, and went for runs.
One of my new favorite places is called Horse Head. It’s a campsite in the Buffalo Peaks wilderness. We hiked through a meadow next to a gurgling stream. Nature’s music is better than anything a “musician” could make. We listened to chirping birds, rustling leaves that swayed overhead, gurgling streams, and the pounding hooves of a deer. I chased squirrels and almost caught one! I was hungry for a little squirrel snack, but he climbed a tree before I could taste him. The next day we went for a run on one of my favorite trails: the Sante Fe Trail. We like to run from Palmer Lake to Monument, then stop in for Breakfast at the Coffee Cup. YUMMY! I love that place. They offer lots of delicious things to eat and the aromas of bacon, French toast, fresh coffee, and scrambled eggs waft through the morning breeze. Today, we hiked from Catamount Falls to Catamount Lake. The trail was steep and rocky, but my paws handled the tough terrain. We visited the waterfall, walked through a meadow named the Garden of Eden, and then hiked to the lake. The lake was beautiful. We discovered that there is a road to the lake, so we could have driven there. But I’m glad we hiked to the top! It made the vistas more breathtaking! Here’s my question for the week: “What is your favorite hike and why?” I hope everyone takes their dog for a hike. We love the fresh mountain air!  I love being read to! My busy summer is ending, but I’ll always cherish the fond memories I have of visiting beautiful libraries, performing fun shows, and of belly rubs by sweet children. I visited some fun places this last week: Standley Lake and Arvada Libraries in Denver and the Golden Library in Golden, CO. The libraries offered a cool respite to the warm weather. I enjoyed taking multiple walks by the river in Golden! Families were inner-tubing in the river and I wanted to join; it looked like a lot of fun! This week, I’d like to share my story of how I came to be a part of my upright’s (Denise Gard’s) life. I was born on March 2nd (Dr. Seuss’ birthday) to a backyard breeder. I was supposed to be a show dog. But one of my front teeth refused to develop. I guess I needed dental work, maybe even doggie braces, but the backyard breeder decided she didn’t want me anymore. She had so many of us young dogs trapped in her tiny house that I felt claustrophobic. This backyard breeder also decided not to feed me since she couldn’t sell me for $600. This backyard breeder kept us in cages all the time. But at least in my crate, the other dogs didn’t bite me or growl at me. I didn’t even have a mat or blanket in my crate. I spent hour after hour in this lonely dungeon without food, water, blankets, toys, or even a bathroom break. When my upright, Denise, decided she wanted a dog, she drove to this dog breeder’s house. My upright, Denise, was appalled at the conditions in which my brothers and sisters lived. She adopted me first and then turned the woman in to the Humane Society. The backyard breeder is no longer in business (as far as we know). I’ll always remember the first time I met my upright. She took me on a walk around the block. She wanted to see if we would connect. As we rounded the block and headed back to the backyard breeder’s house I hung back. I nosed Denise’s leg and tried to plead with her to not make me go back. She says, “That’s when I knew Sienna was the dog for me.” Only my name wasn’t Sienna. The backyard breeder had named me Eni. It was a horrible name. I much prefer Sienna! And even though I was over a year old, I quickly adapted to my new name. After my upright rescued me, I quickly gained weight and strength. I’m happy to say that I can now outrun her! And I never, ever have to be crated unless I want to be... Next week, I’ll tell you some funny stories from when I first moved into my upright’s home! Even though summer is ending, my blog will continue. Thank you so much for reading!  By the river in Golden! What a beautiful walking path!  I admired the window at Lamb library in Pueblo. This last week, I travelled to Pueblo to perform my Brave Dog show for their libraries. I even visited a library named Barkman! I entered the Barkman library and expected it to be staffed by Border Collies like me, Poodles, and some German Shepherds, but I was the only dog there. They did have some cute stuffed dogs located on a shelf. I really, really wanted to play with the Collie, but I wasn’t allowed. After our show, my upright (Denise) and I visited the Barkman park. We had a picnic under a canopy of trees. I rolled in the cool grass, watched bugs crawl, and listened to birds sing. While in Pueblo, we also visited their beautiful new library branches, the river walk in Pueblo, and several more parks. It was fun performing in Pueblo. I enjoyed sharing my stories with the enthusiastic audiences. But I also saw a dragon while in Pueblo. He was black with red. Flames shot from his nostrils! He hissed and snarled. I tried to run away from him, but my upright hung on to my leash. She wasn’t scared of the huge dragon, but she should have been. Doesn’t she realize that dragons enjoy eating uprights? Dragons often kidnap female uprights and add them to their horde of gold! The dragon hung in the air, floating on his hot breath. My eyes were round with fright. My upright told me, “Sienna, be brave. Remember you’re performing stories about heroic dogs! Find your inner hero.” I faced the dragon. I wanted to run, but I thought I should show the dragon my teeth and then growl at it. I can’t allow a dragon to steal my upright. After all, who will feed me my dinner if she becomes a dragon snack? My upright sighed, and said, “Sienna, that’s not a dragon. It’s just a hot air balloon.” Humans always think they know everything, but I’m telling you that it was not a hot air balloon; it was a dragon. A big round fire-breathing dragon that wanted me for a snack. My upright claims I have an overactive imagination... But when the dragon coats her with barbeque sauce and roasts her with his fire, she’ll know dragons are real! This week’s question should be easy for you! Here it is, “Do you have a favorite story about a dragon? Tell me the title and author of the story in the comment section.” Help me overcome my fear of Dragons with some good books to read!  I visited Barkman Park for a picnic. I enjoyed the cool grass while my upright sat on a horse blanket. |
Sienna, The Smartest Border Collie!I'm a red and white Border Collie. I love performing with my upright, Denise Gard. I call all humans uprights, just so you know! This blog will detail all of my adventures and contain some useful dog tips for all dog lovers! Archives
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