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A Grape Day

Hello, readers! I realize it has been quite a long time. Please accept my sincerest apologies for my absence here.

Unfortunately, my secretary, also known as the Lady, spent the whole summer learning some new skills and then was job hunting (I’m not certain what that is, but perhaps a “job” is some sort of comestible?) all fall and winter. As a result, she neglected her secretarial duties with an alarming disregard for my responsibilities to my small yet devoted audience.

I thought about conducting a search for a secretarial replacement, but I found it surprisingly difficult to get any placement agencies to return my calls.

However, the Lady now has found a “job” and appeared somewhat chastened when I scolded her for abandoning her post with no warning. Guilt led her to attempt bribery.

Which worked out well for me, I must say.

Last spring, the Guy, the Lady, and I went on a beach and wine tasting trip with Discover Outdoors. My first trip to the beach was so exhilarating that the Lady decided to repeat the experience this past weekend.

We had a smaller group this time, but clear skies and plenty of sunshine.

Running on the sand is excellent exercise

Running on the sand is excellent exercise

I spent much of the day in the company of budding Instagram star Pippa (a/k/a “The Brooklyn Pipster“). As some of you know, I do not suffer the energies of young puppies kindly; at four months, Pippa is decidedly young and decidedly…energetic. Nevertheless, she shows great promise for a puppy, and I have no doubt that should we chance to meet again in a year or so, I will find her company most enjoyable.

Keeping an eye on the dunes

Keeping an eye on the dunes

After the beach, we visited a couple of wineries, where the humans enjoyed sampling some lively whites and smooth reds while I took in the scenery and the odors.

 

Drink all the Merlot you want

Drink all the Merlot you want

The wine humans were most welcoming to us dogs, so much so that I began to ponder what a charmed life it would be to spend the rest of my days as a resident vineyard dog. If my humans cannot be convinced to start their own enterprise, perhaps someone could put me in touch with a winemaker in search of a canine mascot?

Checking out the oak

Checking out the oak

Until such an opportunity arises, I’ll just have to savor my memories of that fine day.

Among the vines

Among the vines

P.S. I was very well-mannered (as always) and did not leave any my personal signature on any of the vines. Just in case you were wondering.

Albert the Dog at the beach
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Day Trip: Dog, Beach, and Vine

Sunday was one of the most thrilling days of my life. The Lady bought a Discover Outdoors day trip as a birthday present for the Guy (the best kind of birthday present, because it was really a present for me). We have been on a couple of excursions with this company before, but those were day hikes in the woods. Yesterday’s trip offered adventure of a different sort. Dubbed “Dog, Beach, and Vine,” it included a trip to a beach on Long Island and visits to two wineries.

We all met at Manhattan’s Union Square where our guides, Mr. Danny and Mr. Zach, were waiting with two vans. We were a motley assortment of large dogs and small dogs, older dogs and younger dogs, purebreds and mixed breeds, barking dogs and quiet dogs. I was quite anxious as we piled into the van because I suspected this might be some ruse to take me somewhere and abandon me. I am always a little afraid of being abandoned, even if my People are with me and everyone is being cordial. You just never know.

However, as we settled into the drive, I calmed down and took the opportunity to nap for a while. And a good thing I did, because I was going to need my energy later. After a brief rest stop for the humans, we pulled up to something I have never seen before: Continue reading

Albert the Dog at Bottlerocket Wine, NYC
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Review: Bottlerocket Wine and Spirit

TREATS:  4 out of 4

BELLY-RUB POTENTIAL:  4 out of 4

Last week, the Lady and I paid a visit to Bottlerocket Wine & Spirit, a shop that sells wine, a/k/a fermented grape juice, which for some unfathomable reason many humans enjoy drinking. Grapes are toxic for dogs, so I steer clear of them even in their recognizable form, let alone after they’ve been mashed up and lying around in a barrel for years. But I gave up trying to understand human peculiarities long ago.

Besides, I don’t mind if a shop is selling mashed-up grapes when it’s such a welcoming place for little old me to visit.

The purple beacon of pet-friendliness.

The purple beacon of pet-friendliness.

Bottlerocket is an easy walk from two dog runs (Madison Square Park and Union Square), so we dogs can get a little off-leash running and socializing before our people stock up on wine and other adult beverages like fancy bourbon and gin.

Upon entering, I was immediately and warmly greeted by some Bottlerocket humans, who appear to be selected primarily for their willingness to play with dogs. The Lady assumes they are also required to have some knowledge of wine and retail skills, but She and I are fairly certain the first question on the employment application is, “Why and to what extent do you love dogs? Please respond using specific reasons and examples.”

Near the entrance was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen:

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