Packing for Prescott

Our owner has been organizing and packing for two days now. I'm worried that she won't be able to fit us in the car with her food, clothing, computer, medications, hiking stuff... and the list goes on. We're simple. We just need our travel beds, Francesca's crate (so she doesn't shed all over the car), food, meds, leashes, toys. Well, I guess we're going to have quite a bit to take too!

This is only a part of our food. We have my kidney diet canned food too.

I'm beginning to wonder if this is worth it. It's only 10 degrees less in Prescott than it is here in our desert. We've been promised more walks. And different scenery. Is that enough to leave all the cushy comforts behind? I love my Coolaroo desert bed and its too large to take! 

And, will Francesca be able to scare off all the wild animals up there? I heard there were deer. AND I'M AFRAID THERE WILL BE BEARS! Oh my. Oh dear.

Do you think she'll be able to protect us?
She looks mighty relaxed here at home!

But she keeps packing. And she thinks it will all fit in the car. We shall see. Wish us luck!

Love, Cinnamon

Coonhounds Come in All Colors

I, Cinnamon, am a black and tan coonhound with splashes of lovely white. Francesca is a tricolor treeing walker coonhound. We all have one thing in common. We are hunting dogs but we make really good pets too! Here's a look at our diversity:

What Kind of Dog Are You? A Beagle?

Francesca got back from Cruisin' the Gut yesterday. It wasn't what you might think. It is a classic car event in our hometown, Vancouver.

While she had fun trying to poach food from people's plates as they enjoyed their picnic lunch on the sidewalks, she had even more fun with the attention she drew.

The biggest dilemma for people seemed to be trying to figure out what she was. Most people thought she was a beagle. With those long legs? Nope! Francesca is a Treeing Walker Coonhound and looks just like the picture on the far right. So what am I? Well, I'm a Black and Tan Coonhound. I just happen to be short in stature. BUT I'M NOT A BEAGLE!

So that's what we are, folks.... COONHOUNDS!

Wordless Wednesday: Squirrel Tree!

I have an eye for squirrels!

Wordless Wednesday: Let Me Tell YOU!

Sometimes I get rather vocal about things!

Wordless Wednesday: I'm So Pretty!

Although I resist getting a bath, I somehow love the look afterwards!

Aren't I pretty?

Update on Beau

Remember Beau, the coonhound who got mauled by a mountain lion? Well he had surgery, his wound is healed and he is happy, happy. He still needs help with his rehab as his back leg is not working all that well but the folks at Colorado Coonhound Rescue continue to take care of all that. I wanted to share his picture with you because he looks so contented!

I really appreciate people who care enough to help dogs like Beau

Love, Cinnamon

Wordless Wednesday: I got a bone!

Wordless Wednesday: Urban Hunter

Here I am hunting... for what? I don't know. Just hunting.

What am I watching for?




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Cinnamon - Banished from the dinner party!

Here I am outside while she sets the table for the dinner party.

I've calmed down a bit now. I got to go to the dog park and blow off some steam this morning.

But last night I was really upset. I had to stay home all day because of the rain and because my owner was grating carrots (I don't like carrots), slicing cucumbers, peeling potatoes and setting the table for a German themed dinner party.

I smelled the schnitzel, checked out the strudel and tried to figure out how to score some butter off the table but I didn't get any of it. I was excited. I knew people were coming to visit. And, next to dogs, I just love people!

So around 5:30 the doorbell rang. It was people. And they were bearing gifts... Marionberry jam and German wine. I was waiting for my gift but got so excited I ran in circles and couldn't calm myself. There were four people to play with me and I was beside myself with joy. I was leaping, bouncing and running through the house.

That's when I found out that my behavior had just earned me a ticket to "Siberia." I was told to calm down. Everyone was more interested in talking, opening wine and eating imported cheese and crackers than playing with ME. Imagine!

So I got tricked into going upstairs to "my room" and, listen to this, she shut the door. SHUT THE DOOR SO I COULDN'T BE AT THE GERMAN DINNER PARTY! I was shocked. I howled. I barked. I fumed. And if I had my smart phone I would have blogged about it then, or called the Humane Society. I was ticked! I was upset. I was BANISHED FROM THE DINNER PARTY.

Now I should know by now that I am a second class citizen. I don't go into restaurants to eat, I wait in the car when she goes shopping and I recently couldn't even get out of the car at the Nature Preserve. Sometimes I feel like part of the family but last night it was clear that I was a second class citizen.

Here's the German dinner I couldn't enjoy.

Downstairs they enjoyed fine wine and a delicious dinner. They laughed (and believe, me... I could hear them) and talked about going to Europe on a trip and about their walking experiences. They had a great time WITHOUT me. So I just sulked and went to sleep.

They left around 9 and my owner came to check on me. I was asleep. But she was feeling really guilty (I loved it) so took me for a little walk, fed me some schnitzel leftovers and petted me. The house smelled like a German restaurant and I had slept through the end of the dinner party.

But I am all calmed down today. I think I'll go take a nap.

Auf Wiedersehen, Cinnamon
Citizen, Second Class