/`] Christmas may be late

Eric reported this late-breaking news: Santa just found out that because of global warming, he will have to move his headquarters to the South Pole. He is extremely worried that he can't relocate in time for Christmas: this is what is known as bipolar disorder.

/`] Holidays (the 100th post!)

Eric thinks it's unfair that African-Americans get both Black History Month and Black Friday, while Canine-Americans only get the Dog Days of Summer.

To correct this injustice, the day after Thanksgiving should be renamed You'reWelcomeGiving, or NoProblemGiving.

/`] Kicked or Stung?

Eric learned the hard way that behoove is the past tense of beehive.

/`] Charlotte Bronte

Eric just finished reading Jane Eyre, but he had to look up a lot of words in a brontesaurus.

Yipping and Flipping

It was a bright, bright, sunshiny day, especially for November 15th, and Eric was soaking up the rays on our deck. I began to administer a belly-rub, so he rolled over, and as he did so, he started yipping, then escaped down the hill. I didn't realize a belly-rub could be so cruel!

It turns out that as he flipped over, he saw a hawk overhead and bolted after it like a filly out of the starting gate, barking his head off (Eric, not the filly).

Neighborhood Watch

This harrowing account comes to you via our neighbor Lee the deer hunter.

Lee was in a tree not k-i-s-s-i-n-g (as far as we know), but rather hunting for deer with bow and arrow (which are very rare). He was focused on a jailbait-young buck which had stopped here, directly below Lee's stand. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small creature slinking panther-like across the meadow. This creature, as you may have guessed, was Eric, crouched down (how could Lee tell?) stalking the buck. Eric crept closer. The buck kept munching grass, blissfully unaware of what he was about to face. When Eric got within four feet of the deer, he suddenly unleashed a flurry of yipping that would send chills down the spine of a mouse, maybe a bunny, but one would think a four-point buck would just glance at little Eric and keep on munching. Not this one - he took off like a nitro fuel dragster. Eric did a little victory dance in the end zone (I'm watching the Eagles' game while I'm writing this).

/`] Canary in a coal mine

Eric plans to hone his burrowing skills so he can work in a coal mine in the Canary Islands.

/`] Election Day

On this day of historic change in the US political landscape, Eric says he is proud to be Findlay's running mate.

Remote Control Eric

For you who live in the UK to see Eric any time you want, we moved him to the Guest Quarters, which we've extensively refurbished, and installed a web cam. We cleaned and clipped him, and taught him a few new tricks - shake, fetch, dance, kiss - so you can even play with him from across the Pond: http://www.idodogtricks.com/index_flash.html

P.S. I will stay off-camera to the right, playing guitar.