Meeting The Goat

Atlas:  Mozzie, I heard you met a goat at the wine event for Satyre.

Rico:  He didn’t say he met a goat.  He said he met The Goat.

Mozzie:  That’s right.  I met him first thing when we arrived.  He was the first one I met when I got out of the car.

Atlas:  Did he smell funny?  I heard goats smell funny.

Rico:  Where did you hear that?

Mozzie:  He didn’t smell funny.  He was wearing a cool hat.

Atlas:  Wait.  I didn’t know goats wore hats.

Rico:  Goats don’t wear hats.  The Goat wears a hat.

Mozzie:  And he was nice to me.  He even pet me.

Atlas:  What??  You let a goat pet you?  With his hooves?

Rico:  He doesn’t have hooves.

Mozzie:  Nope.  A hat, but no hooves.

Atlas:  What happened to his hooves?

Rico:  He never had hooves.

Mozzie:  The Goat doesn’t need hooves.

Atlas:  What does he walk on?

Rico:  His feet.

Mozzie:  He was wearing shoes.

Atlas:  But…what?  A goat was wearing a hat and shoes?  Are you sure you didn’t do more than just sniff that wine?

Rico:  It wasn’t A goat.  It was THE goat.

Mozzie:  As in the girl and the goat, like they talk about on the Satyre website.

Atlas:  You mean the goat is a person?  Like Nicole?

Rico:  Kind of like that.

Mozzie:  Yes.  His name is Ted.

Atlas:  OK.  I feel better that you didn’t let a goat pet you with his hooves.

Rico:  I’m glad we cleared that up for you.

Mozzie:  I still like Nicole more.  She was the one who invited me.

My First Wine Event

I was excited that my new friend, Nicole, is in the wine business and invited me to her event today for Satyre wines.  I really (!) hate riding in the car, but it was worth it when we got there.  I met lots of people.  Many of them, of course, told me how handsome I am.  Clearly, this was a smart and observant group of people!

I made the rounds, and I rested a bit while Mom and Dad did some tasting.  I know that part of wine tasting is swirling the wine in the glass and smelling it first.  *I* have a Super Sniffer as evidenced by my title in nose work (Level 1, Interiors).  I asked Mom if I could do some sniffing of the wine, and she agreed to let me sniff as long as I promised to keep my tongue out of her glass.  It was hard to do once I smelled the yummy wine, but it was FUN to sniff.

I had a really good nose for the vermentino, a white Italian varietal.  In fact, every time someone came by with a glass of it, I turned my head and sniffed.  It smelled a little bit like the ocean.  Mom didn’t let me taste it, but she said it had some notes of salinity.  I *told* you I had a good nose!

Before I left, I got to pose with the beautiful and talented Nicole.  In addition to being a sommelier, she is a dog mom, so she gets how important we furry people are.  Beyond that, she understands how amazing I am, so I was happy to pose with her.

All in all, it was a great day.  It was even worth being in the car.  Tomorrow I’ll have to share about meeting The Goat.






I’ve been pretty uncomfortable with the jail that Mom bought for me to keep me safe when I travel in her car.  It does feel like I’m being put behind bars when we all know I’m a super well-behaved boy who doesn’t deserve that.

I’ve made Mom lift me into the car.  I know I’m not a very big Berner, but I do weigh over 80 pounds, and Mom hasn’t been too happy about lifting me, especially when I used my body weight to stick to the ground as if gravity had doubled.  I know she isn’t pleased, but I have seen her burst out laughing when I do that, so it must not be all bad.  I do know, however, that she’s still going to physical therapy for her neck, so it’s probably not my best plan.

Next I made Mom get the ramp for me.  I don’t like the ramp.  It’s like a not fun piece of agility equipment, and so I made Mom push me up the ramp.  I was not up for taking treats, and I wanted her to know I did NOT like my jail.

Tonight, however, Mom said it was time to go to nose work class.  I get really excited about that, so when we went out to the car, and Mom opened the jail door, I just hopped right in.  OOPS!  Now she knows I can get in without help, including the ramp.  I was busted for sure.  I guess I didn’t play that too well.

Since she already knew, when we were leaving my awesome class, Mom said, “Remember, you are busted, so get into the car,” so I just hopped in like a good boy.  I still don’t like the jail, but there’s no turning back to pretend I can’t get in by myself.

Oh well.  My love of nose work ruined my best laid plan.



I’m Going!

After I posted about the fur discrimination going on, I got my very own invitation to go to wine country with Mom and Dad!  That Nicole from Satyre is super nice, and she invited me.

Mom asked me if I wanted to go.  She knows I’m not a big fan of getting in the car, but I always have fun when we get where we are going.  Besides, my only other option is to stay home with my brothers without anyone here to walk me, pet me, or tell me I’m handsome.  Really that isn’t a tough choice.

As a result, I’m going!  Mom says I have be on my best behavior, and we know that isn’t hard for me.  I can stand there and look handsome and help Mom taste buy wine.

Maybe this will be the first of many trips out there for me.  I think it will be really fun.



Wine Tasting

Mom is saying that she and dad are thinking about going to a wine event this weekend.  Apparently after all the awful fires in Sonoma County, the wineries are hoping people will come back to visit, and Mom wants to do her part to help.

Mom has been wanting to try wines from a place called Satyre, and they are having an event on Sunday, so even though it could be a day with ME, she’s going to go with Dad over there, deal with all that traffic, be tired at work on Monday, and more just so she can go.

It’s not the first time they’ve gone wine tasting, but what I don’t understand is why someone as handsome and well-behaved as I am has to stay home.  Obviously no one has to worry about me drinking and driving or anything.  I think I’d actually help at the wine tasting by attracting more people.  After all, I am a movie star!

I wish Mom would just order wine online and stay home with me or find a winery that didn’t discriminate against the fur-enhanced.


R.I.P. Seamus

(In photo above, from left to right:  Scout, Seamus, Mozzie, Atlas)

Many of my long-time readers will remember that I used to practice obedience and Rally a lot with my friend Seamus, an Irish Terrier.  He was a good friend to have because he didn’t really care if I did everything right.  We just like hanging out together.

When we first started practicing, I mostly ignored it when Mom called me.  I didn’t really understand the point of her telling me to stay, then walking away and asking me to come to her, so I used to zoom by and go sniff things.  Seamus thought that was pretty funny.  He was usually very good at obedience, but sometimes he’d see a squirrel, and he’d need to go make sure he scared it away.  I’m not exactly sure why, but he told me that squirrels were evil, and he was protecting all of us.

As the years passed, we also practiced other things together, including agility and nose work.  As recently as last month, we met at a park to practice our sniffing skills.  Seamus was always great at nose work.  He was like an auditor.  Nothing got by him.  He’d check everything, and then, boom, he had the odor.  He was a superstar.  The last time we practiced, he told me he didn’t feel great.  I figured that he wasn’t feeling good when he wouldn’t eat yummy treats.

Less than two weeks ago, Seamus went to Rainbow Bridge.  Mom and I are both sad that he is gone, but we are also really thankful that we got to hang out with him (and his dad, Mike) so much.

Every time I see a squirrel now, I think about my friend Seamus.  He was a good friend.  Rest in Peace, Seamus.


Vacation Day Walk to Dutch Brothers

I love it when Mom has vacation days!  I get more time with her, and we always do fun things together.  Plus, because she’s on vacation, Mom is more relaxed than she is on work days.

Today when Mom got her magic shoes on, I was expecting a walk around one of my usual spots, but we went somewhere new.  It was a longer walk than a lot of days, and when we got there, I realized we were at the new Dutch Brothers’ location.  It’s a lot bigger than the first one in Elk Grove.  Most of the time when Mom goes, she’s on her way to work, or Atlas is with her and Dad, so he gets all the attention.  I don’t really like to ride in the car as much as I like to walk, so I usually stay home.

Today I got to go to the walk-up window, and get my very own puppiccino and got to share some of Mom’s ice water.  Some of my old friends from the other stand were working, and they were happy to see me again.  They gave me a puppiccino with extra whipped cream and more bones than usual, and I enjoyed every single bit of it.  Yum!

I was a little thirsty, so Mom even shared her ice water before we walked home again.  Of course when I got home, Atlas was jealous of my puppiccino breath, so Mom and Dad loaded him up and went back to get coffee for themselves and a puppiccino for Atlas and Rico to share.

Mom says that if she wins the lottery, we could do this every day.  I think I’ll look up locations that sell tickets and suggest we walk there next time.



Going to Jail


Atlas:  Hey, Mozzie, I heard our blog was back.

Mozzie:  You mean my blog?

Rico:  The blog.

Atlas:  So is it back?

Mozzie:  Yes.

Rico:  Are you going to talk about why you have to go to jail?

Atlas:  I have been wondering.

Mozzie:  I’m not really sure what happened.  I’m still Mom’s favorite, but she got that whole new jail thing for the back of her car.

Atlas:  I saw it!  It even has bars.

Rico:  And not the wine kind.

Mozzie:  Mom says it’s a Variocage, but I don’t know if that’s some foreign word for jail.

Atlas:  I know it’s not English.

Rico:  Right, Atlas, you’re an expert on English.

Mozzie:  Mom says it’s a super safe way for me to travel.  It has a crumple zone, just like a car.

Atlas:  So she could have bought you a car, but she bought you a jail?

Rico:  I think it was pretty close in terms of cost.

Atlas:  It better not mean fewer treats for me.

Mozzie:  It wasn’t as expensive as a car.  It’s just supposed to keep me super safe when we go places.

Atlas:  Are you sure that isn’t just what Mom is telling you?  You know, like ‘grooming is important’?

Rico:  Mom isn’t a liar.

Mozzie:  I guess if it makes Mom happy, I’ll go to Variocage jail.

Rico:  Better you than me!



Posting Again

I know I’ve really neglected my blog this year.  I’ve been busy, and Mom’s life has been, well, super stressful.  I am hoping she’ll let me get back to my blogging because I know my fans have missed me.

Recently, a new extension on my walking trail has opened.  I’m really excited because there are so many new places to leave pee-mail and posts!  Mom told me I didn’t need to check all of them, but I disagree.  It’s new, and I need to be sure everyone knows I live nearby the trail. I think that means I’ll need to drink more to be ready for all those posts.

One of the interesting things about the new trail is that it leads to a whole new area that includes Panera, Pet Club, and Mom’s 12-Step meeting…ok, not really, it’s a JoAnn’s, but it could be a 12-Step meeting place if she keeps buying yarn.

Anyway, there’s much to share, and if Mom lets me, I’ll keep sharing.  In the meantime, I am sending good thoughts out to another Berner, Zoey, who is battling cancer and to a human friend, John, who is also dealing with cancer.