The question on every dog’s mind now has an answer.
Dear Bogie…
Dear Bogie, I am concerned about all of this "dressing up" our bulldog parents get us into this time of year—I don't mind when it is closer to Christmas, but seriously, it's happening already happening here in Australia and the big day is still almost a month away (and we don't even have Thanksgiving here)! [...]
Call Bone Rivers
Hi Boges, It's Ollie again. I got another problem here, and thought you were probably the best man to go to after helping with my evening walk problem (thank goodness that's over). As silly as this sounds, this problem is major: The mornings are always cold, and by cold, I mean freezing! Instead of turning [...]
A Housekeeping Query
Dear Bogie, I need some advice like yesterday. My concern is an issue I’ve been experiencing at home lately…in relation to housekeeping. I don't know if you’ve seen any of my recent posts (I’ve documented this injustice 5 times and counting) that show the disheveled look and state of my bed? It’s out of control! [...]
Cat or Human?
Dear Bogie, I am plagued with a problem that I am certain most of your readers (if not all) have never experienced. I am at my wits end and am reaching out to you as my last chance before I am forced to take drastic measures. I will take any advice I can get. [...]
Ollie-Ollie-Oxen-Free
Hey Bogie, Ollie here. I was wondering what I should do about these humans insisting I go on walks in the evening? I mean, I already have to walk up and down the stairs, multiple times throughout the day, on my way to the kitchen. Don't you think that's enough? When my human lady reaches [...]
Poop’s the Word
Dear Bogie, My human seems to be ashamed of my poop. She compulsively follows me on my poop walks and even collects my poops in little bags. Then, for some reason, she tosses my perfectly good poops away?!? I’m puzzled by her behavior. I am proud of my poops. She is messing with my poop [...]
Commitment
Yo Boges, I've got a big problem. Huge. Like. Monu-woofing-mental. My human (who calls itself mom) walks me in flip-flops. Let me get straight to the point: I eat them because I don't want to walk. The taste is an added benefit that I don't hate, HOWEVER, my human keeps replacing them over and over [...]
The Taste of Prada
Hey Bogues, My Person’s got a load of shoes which she loves ”“ so, naturally, I do, too. Sometimes when she’s gone I play around with them, seriously I barely touch them, except, granted, when they’re especially tasty, like the ones that have P-r-a-d-a written inside (what kind of ”˜word’ is that?), oh, and [...]
Once a Cat, Always a Cat
Um, Hey Bogie. Listen. We’ve got this cat. Wild type. Always was. (Why in the world she let him stay is beyond the rest of us. Whatever.) Early on he launched himself onto my back, flying from the bed as I was moseying along on my walking meditation, attaching like vel-cro. I’m not an [...]
Son of Tijuana
Hey Bogster, it's Ralphie! You remember Tijuana last summer with what's-her-name. Anyway, it's good to see you've got a real gig. I hope you've managed to get your humans without paying an arm and a leg. They look OK but a trifle pricey. It's your business. I'm just sayn. As long as you're in the [...]