Where is Orso?

Dear Spring

2011-03-20T13:39:00.002-04:00

Dear Spring,

I do enjoy a nice sunny day, just like anyone else. The issue is that you are followed so soon by the one I don't like, the one who keeps me begging for air conditioning, the one who keeps me indoors, you know, Summer. What I would suggest is that you do your sunshine and brining up the flowers thing, but with maybe some longer extension into June. And no one will mind if you deliver one or two more snowstorms. That way you don't have to that big long week of rain you usually spring for (pun intended).

You see, Spring, Bergamascos are cold weather lovers. We can't help it. We enjoy a freezing cold, sunny, dry January day. I really love a frozen, packed bunch of snow to roll on. My sister gets so excited by fresh piles of snow to bury her face in. This year, I even went out cross country skiing with Mom.

I propose a compromise. Show the humans a few crocuses and budding daffodils. Give them some sun. But, how 'bout you keep the temps more in the Berga comfort range? We're totally happy with the 40-50 degree range, and the humans will just chalk it up to doomsday or global warming or whatever. What do you say?

Love,

Orso

Bergamasco Jokes 101

2010-11-12T05:27:00.003-05:00

Question: Why did the Bergamasco cross the road?

Answer: Because he has always crossed the road in that exact spot every time he came there. It was the right thing to do.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Dog with flocks.

Dog with flocks? What? Who?

Bergamasco.

Berga what?

Italian sheepdog.

Oh. Are you supposed to look like that?

Sigh.

A Bergamasco, a Lab, and a Greyhound go into the grocery store. Question: Who actually accomplishes the shopping?

Answer: None of them. The lab starts chasing an apple that someone has thrown for him a few times. The Greyhound sees the store as an elaborate race track and creates a start and finish line. The Bergamasco is not feeling the food at the store that day and wonders what else there might be at another store.

Question: Where can you find a Bergamasco making a tough decision?

Answer: Between a flock and a hard place.

Question: What's black and white and brown all over?

Answer: A Bergamasco fresh from rolling in a pile of leaves.

Question: How many Bergamascos does it take to change a light bulb?

Answer: Well...

One Bergamasco says, "Hmm, nice and dark, my people are at work, couch is calling my name... Nap time!"

Another Bergamasco says, "I would change the light bulb, but I believe the wiring is not up to code. Wiring is a job for someone like a border collie."

Another Bergamasco says, "Get the lab to do it. He's just begging to do something useful."

Another Bergamasco says, "First, I will clock in to work. Second, I will round up all available light bulbs and get them in the room. Third, I will bark until the light bulb replaces itself."

Another Bergamasco says, "Woof, replace the bulb, human. Woof, replace the bulb, human. Woof."

A Bergamasco walks into a bar.

Bartender: "What'll ya have buddy?"

Bergamasco: "I'll just take a beer."

Bartender: "Here ya go." (hands him a beer)

Bergamasco: Sniffs beer. Walks away from beer then back to the beer. "Ummm....?"

Bartender: "Something wrong with that?"

Bergamasco: "I don't suppose you could maybe put... something...oh I don't know...something yummy on top? Maybe a little turkey?"

Bartender: "Whatever guy. If that gets you to drink the beer, fine. Have some turkey."

Bergamasco: Sniffs beer. Considers turkey. Takes a bite of turkey. Then walks away from bar and back again. "Ummmm....?"

Bartender: "That's not doing it for ya?"

Bergamasco: "Maybe a little bacon on top too? I think that will do it."

Bartender: "Fine have some bacon."

Bergamasco: Sniffs beer. Considers bacon and turkey. Judges bartender as a typical human and continues this process until he has cheese puffs, a donut, more turkey, and a hamburger.

Seriously Nore? Hrrumph!

2010-10-22T05:51:00.003-04:00

Yeah, so that's Breton in the picture. Guess what he's doing? We were driving him home from Dad's sister's house after a day of chillin' with the family, and Ayla and I were just falling asleep. Then out of nowhere, this guy crawls up on my back, stumbles around to get comfortable and falls asleep up there. I didn't move or growl or anything. I wasn't going to be rude. But I'm thinking, "What the what?"

Nore (Dad's mom) brought the little guy home over the summer. He's just a kid really, and our Kid really likes to play with him. We've gone out walking with him a few times, and all of that is cool. It's just that, well, Nore and I have this bond. She's sort of, mine. I help her garden, she gives me cookies, we get each other. Now, she has Breton. Does she really need me anymore? Is one fluffy face at home enough for one woman?

I don't know. He's awfully young and can't possibly be as mature and responsible as me. Maybe Nore has room for both of us in her life, but, well, we'lll see.

Alright, I can admit this to you, dear readers. Once he got comfortable on my back for his nap, I sort of started to notice that he was kind of sweet and warm up there. And clearly, he looks up to me. Maybe I can take care of him and Nore. Ah, the tireless work of being a Bergamasco. Sigh.

A Walk To Restore Sanity

2010-10-09T21:20:00.006-04:00

You have surely seen those dogs around. You know the ones, barking loudly and aggressively out of a car window. Or maybe they ran back and forth skirting the edge of what you hope is a secure electric fence. Or it may have been the other kind of those dogs, walking in a perfect heel alongside his "master." Perhaps it was a dog up on her tip toes, dancing for a tasteless cookie.

Are you, instead, the kind of dog that thinks pointless, angry barking is annoying? Do you think any requests from our people should be followed with a solid explanation? Do you hear your people calling you and think maybe you should run right over there and then say to yourself, "Nah, they can wait?" Then we want you! That's right, you! A dog who is both rational and contemplative. A dog who will wait for a very good reason before doing things. A dog who is not a run out in the rain dog, but is instead a wait for an easy, perfect weather dog. That's right, you, a Bergamasco.

October 30 we will walk in East Greenwich. The date has no significance. It's not even close to the date we had a meet-up last year. It will not be a day to see who is the loudest dog. It will not be a race. No one will win anything. No public opinions will be swayed. It's a day for you, a dog with a life. A dog who sleeps, goes out for walks, eats dinner, and herds kids or sheep or cats or no one at all.

Weather permitting of course (our people may choose to meet anyway if it rains, but we will wage silent, polite protests from the car). We will shop a little, walk a little, then sleep in our cars while our people pay other people to serve them food.

Talk to Mom about the details. By the way, I think some guy in DC wants to do a people version of this.

Soundscapes, the Yanni Experiment

2010-09-25T20:14:00.004-04:00

Mom thinks she is supremely clever. She has been playing "Soundscapes" a sensitive, new age music station on our cable tv when we are at home without them. During the day, Ayla and I are now doing Reike, meditating, creating guided visualizations, and developing mantras. I started to feel a little angry the other day because the dog across the street was barking himself silly, but then I just let the anger come and go like the waves on the ocean.

I used to get really into barking with Mom and Dad came home. As soon as the car was in the driveway, I would get the greeting barks going. How else would they know I was happy to see them? I see now that my emotions were carrying me and exploding out instead of being my personal experience to share or not to share. Why should I bark when I can quietly feel my joy and express it to them with a simple wagging tail?

I overheard Mom saying she was experimenting to see if playing soothing music would get us to quiet down during the day and bark less. Is that how it is? Do we seem so simple? I could get annoyed by this, but I think the Whale Song is on now.

It's Getting To Be That Time

2010-09-22T19:31:00.003-04:00

I'm hoping that as you gaze upon the beauty of this scene, you don't notice that a few pounds from the lazy days of summer have remained with me. You see, friends, it was just so hot. And I really love the air conditioning, and lounging on my bed. Then there were the clam bakes and the barbecues. Folks were kind enough to toss a bit of lobster my way. I never turn down a nice piece of salmon. Burgers were great this year on some back porches. And then, also, vacations happened. When we're on the road, there is nothing like a Wendy's hamburger fed to you while you are lounging in the car.

Now, though, it is September. The mornings have had that little bit of crispness. The chilly air is nudging me out of my comfy bed, and making me think it might be time to get back in shape and get out hiking again. Or perhaps, like Mom, I will hit the snooze button, turn over in my coziness, and wait just a little longer.

Besides, Jeanine said my extra chunk was sexy!

The Dog Days of Summer

2010-08-16T10:48:00.002-04:00

For the record, summer is not the favorite season of a Bergamasco. For one, it's too hot. Also, we don't get to ride around in the car as much. We don't go out hiking whenever we want. And, also, it's too hot. On the plus side, there are moments like the one my friend, Jaye, captured in this photo. A sweet spot of shade on a breezy porch at a vacation house.

You may have noticed Maya in the background, peering out at me from the screen door. I know what you are thinking - "Oh look, isn't she cute!" or "Oh, she wants to come out and play on the porch too!" or as you really look, you start to think, "Boy I bet she's hungry, maybe I should give her all the food she wants." This is how she works. She lures you in with her sweet smile and floppy ears, and soon, you are offering your full food bowl to her. She is also mind controlling Jaye, sending thoughts like, "Why are you out there taking pictures of that oversized, lazy, flocky porch-loving dog when you could be in here, worshiping me and giving me snacks?"

I don't fault Maya for her powers. We have been friends a long time now. She can have my food bowl and my treats. And in return, I am allowed to hike with her, camp with her, and worship her always.

Om shanti woof

2010-03-06T13:38:00.002-05:00

I've discovered a new passion for.... yoga. It may look like I just love a comfy yoga mat, but this is a picture of me doing doggie modified Makarasana (Crocodile pose). Recently, mom pulled up the green rug (MY green rug) because I guess one rug can only handle so much from a couple years of pets. She then put down a yoga mat to do exercises on and after watching her on the mat, I figured I should try it.

So now, I'm doing restorative poses on the yoga mat for pretty much 8-10 hours a day. I think I am really getting good at relaxing into the pose. My routine thus far includes walking in a circle on the mat a few times (Dog Circle Pose), practice scratching the mat with your front paws (Dog Nesting Pose), stretch yourself out on the mat (Dog Nap Pose), and when you get really exhausted from your intense yoga workout, lie on your back with all four paws in the air (Dog Savasana). Finally, let out a nice loud sigh, releasing all the stress (Dog Om).

I'm thinking about giving dog yoga classes here in the living room. You will have to bring your own mat of course, because this one is all mine.

New Year's Thoughts

2010-01-01T08:59:00.003-05:00

Many of my fans have asked me, "What is your New Year's resolution, Mr. Orso?"

It's difficult to say for sure what changes I will bring to my life this year. You may have noticed that Bergamascos tend to have one plan for the day and stick to it. We are not so big on CHANGE.

Recently, I developed a new sleeping spot in the bedroom. After years of doorway sleeping, I just got tired of waiting for The Kid to move or to get out of my spot. I don't think she is that attached to doorway sleeping so much as she is attached to taking over. So in this case, I acquiesced. I established a new spot at the foot of the bed. Now, however, I often have to remind Mom to make appropriate space there. Once there, though, I don't move. At all. For anything. It's a good spot. See? I can be flexible, sort of.

What changes would I make in my personality? I know Mom would like me to bark a little less when I'm excited about stuff. Last weekend, we had a Bergamasco gathering in RI, and I barked all day. It was awesome. I don't think I would change anything there. I love barking. And I'm so good at it. Last night, outside in the yard, during random fireworks in the neighborhood, I was able to continuously bark while also going to the bathroom. It's a skill, people.

Other changes? Dad would probably like me to be a little less "stubborn" - as he calls it. I can be very focused and single-minded. I can see how this quality could be mistaken for stubborn, but I think it's part of my intellect, my strength of keeping order in our house. I guess maybe it's a little stubborn when I refuse to leave the porch to go out when it's inclement weather. But let's face it, a wet Bergamasco is not the most pleasant smell - maybe I know best here. What do you think?

So perhaps instead of resolutions, it is better to set intentions for the new year. I intend to be the most loving family member I can be, to be a good role model for The Kid, to fully enjoy every minute of couch time, to savor my cookies, and to use my mental telepathy powers to get more people to give me turkey and rub my bum. I think it will be a very good year.

The Precious

2009-11-25T05:34:00.002-05:00

It's a time to be thankful. For turkey. It's a time of giving. Turkey. It's a time for gathering with family. And eating turkey. It's a time to celebrate the harvest. And ignore all vegetables in favor of turkey.

I remember my first turkey like it was yesterday. I was a young pup, new to my family. All day I smelled it slowly cooking for me. It was the smell of heaven, of home, of the hunt. When it was out of the oven, I stayed very close to it all day, worshiping it for its glorious deliciousness. I slept there on the floor beside the counter upon which it rested, paying it the homage it deserved.

I am thankful this year for my family. I am not some jumpy, needy beast begging at the table for scraps. Instead, I rest easy on holidays, knowing my share is coming.

What about the kid you ask? Well, Ayla's stomach does not do well with the precious. She is allowed a tiny bite but most of the meat is given to me. Only to me. All for me. I am not usually this sort of dog who brags, hoards, savors. But you must understand, it's different with turkey.

I wish you all a Happy Turkey Day! Remember, it is a day of sharing.

P.S. Send all leftovers to me, care of Mom.

clarification post

2009-06-10T17:07:00.001-04:00

If you received my last post as an email, you missed the exciting poll at the end. So hopefully, you are now getting this as another email and can go to the actual blog and participate in the exciting poll.

Misunderstood

2009-06-09T21:17:00.011-04:00

My bark is something that sounds simple but encompasses a complexity that you may miss upon first witnessing. I am talking to you. Yes, you.

I don't know how I can more clearly express what is so obvious.

People are always stopping to ask about what kind of dog I am. I answer them and they pay no attention to me. I literally lie down in front of people and tell them to pet me, but they don't get it. I've noticed that humans are disabled in their sense of smell. Perhaps you are also hard of hearing?

I guess if humans understood telepathy I wouldn't have to bark. I look at you, I think my thoughts, you misunderstand, and so I bark.

So I think this video is a perfect example of the clarity of my vocalizations. But you, my fan, can decide for yourself.

(If you are receiving this via email, you need to go to the real blog for the poll.)

poll by twiigs.com

See? Someone Has Been A Computer Hog

2009-06-08T19:06:00.003-04:00

You've all been begging for more posts, and believe me, I have lots to say these days. But, SOMEONE thinks she should be the one on the computer. She has a facebook page. She twitters. She IM's with her sister Anthea. She's proficient with language like ROFL, LOL, IDK and of course, IABTW ("I'm a Bergamasco, That's Why"). I think she even has a My Space page but I haven't been able to find it. It's teen angst for sure. I know Mom sees the problem as she took away Ayla's computer time today for stealing my bully stick and burrying it in the couch.

2009-04-15T16:34:00.003-04:00

Sure, we play, we tug, we chase, but she crossed a line the other night. That's right, everyone's favorite girl puppy is not as cute as she once was thought to be.

It was a quiet and rainy evening. Suppers were finished. The sun had set. People were on computers. I had just enjoyed a lovely chew session with a bully stick. Ayla was on the couch with Mom, and there was just the right size bit of room left on the couch for a flocky dog like myself. As I put two paws up on the couch, The Kid attacked me with full on teeth and growling. I had no idea she was guarding a bully stick on the couch.

I didn't go up on the couch for two days. I guess I can forgive her but it's, well, it's my couch.

I don't know if I chose the most manly dogly response here. I guess Mom intervened a little. What would you do? Thoughts?

Once By The Ocean

2009-02-20T13:13:00.011-05:00

If instead of a dog, I were but a pebble on the sand,
I'd be cleansed in the bath of the ocean's gentle hand
The days would pass in my quiet contemplation,
I would lose myself in rhythmic meditation

The ocean would wake me with whisper and song
And tell me the stories of when her waters were strong

I would be just a pebble but a part of much more
A stone on the sand, a guardian of the shore

A life in the sand, in the sun, with a job but still free

A flockless existence as a shepherd of the sea

I would be understood, this yearning of my soul

I would be just a pebble, free to roll, free to roll

Can You Believe This Guy?

2009-01-27T16:21:00.009-05:00

Um. Excuse me? Pindaro? Um. That's my couch. And my Mom. And by the way, that's my couch. And, in case you think you are a Bergamasco who can ignore the rules and order that give our lives meaning, dogs are only allowed on the other side of the couch where the towels are. I know Mom is just being polite, helping you to feel welcome, but come on buddy. We've all noticed you slowly moving in. You came to visit when you were just a tiny squirt , and I excused your antics because you were a puppy and everything. And now, well, technically, you are still a puppy, and maybe I should be lenient, and those sad puppy eyes are killing me. I mean, do you really have to look at everyone like that? Like this:

I do get it. A dog in these times has got to work whatever charms he has to impress the ladies, but could you maybe do your snuggle fest sad eyes routine back in CT?

The Kid, The Snow, and The Coat

2008-12-31T19:41:00.002-05:00

Ayla has taken to things such as these: coats, snow storms, puddles.... What can I do? I tell her, "Run! They are getting out the rain coats! We are not Morton Salt Dogs! We are Bergamascos! We have no need for such things! We do not go out of doors in inclement weather!" But, alas, she is infinitely sweet. Her reply is more like, "Oh, what? I have my very own coat? How lovely! I like my coat. Oh, it's snowing? How nice! I like snow. Oh, we're walking through puddles and mud today? How wonderful! I like puddles." Watch out fellow Bergs, she's blowing our cover. Our control is slipping away in the paws of a youngling. Soon, our people will think we should submit to baths, to being dried with a towel, to going to bathroom in inclement weather, to getting out of the car when we are very comfortable, and *gasp* going anywhere we don't really want to go on a leash of all things. Ugh, kids today.

A Running Mate With Her Nose Pressed Against the Glass Ceiling

2008-09-21T17:19:00.007-04:00

My friends, it is with great excitement and respect that I announce my running mate, your next vice president, Ayla Del Albera. She is a young woman but in her short life, she has seen much and understands the struggles facing Americans today.

Unlike her opponents, Ayla is very Pro-Cat and has consistently voted for resolutions supporting a Cat's right to dominate a household. In fact, when considering accepting the opportunity to run for VP, she consulted her senior cat, Misty, for her approval. Misty admittedly could not be bothered with such trivialities but consented that she would not really approve of anyone else in that position anyway. Anna was unavailable for comment as she was in silent meditation in a brown paper bag.

Like myself, Ayla is ready to work hard to win the support of Americans and be a strong representation of The Herding Party values. Ayla is aware of the growing threat of the Squirrel problem. In fact, she can see them from her house.

I know you are wondering if she really has the executive experience required to be my vice or to be the president if required. My friends, Ayla has been around the block. She knows which streets have the meanest dogs. She can judge the proverbial weather. And, she, like myself, knows well enough that when the rain comes, stay inside. Stay inside.

I invite you to get to know Ayla over these next weeks. I think you will see that together we are the sheepdogs to bring the change this country desperately desires, like a bag of treats on the dining room table.

An Unexpected Candidate Throws His Flock in the Ring

2008-09-17T07:46:00.002-04:00

"He was born in a small town in Pennsylvania, the son of single mother who fell in love with an Italian man when she was visiting extended family in Italy. She struggled to raise two strong sons, supported by her family. His mother instilled in him a clear work ethic, a loving character, and a desire for leadership.

"After he left home, he spent time in rural NY, developing an appreciation for the struggle of farmers and an understanding of small town values. From there, he lived in NM where he gathered insight into the Native American plight and witnessed the effects of dwindling resources such as fresh water.

"His journey took him back to New England for greater learning and growing. It was here that his intellectual pursuits blossomed and he began to study politics, with the hope of one day affecting greater change in his world.

"He became a strong force for the Herding Party, leading rallies and peaceful demonstrations. He became the clear voice for sheepdog principles. He became someone to herd us into times of peace. He will herd us into a good shady spot and protects us all there.

"Is he change you can support? Yes. Does he put his herd first? Yes, of course. Does he believe in equal rights for shitzus and newfoundlands alike? Yes. He supports nationalizing veterinary care, increased support for shelters, the elimination of kill shelters, and the protection of more free running nature space. He supports all dog's right to choose: kibble, canned, or homecooked.

"In the next few weeks, this blog will document this exciting campaign. I encourage you to watch our candidate choose his running mate, meet with the people, and speak out against injustice. He's not just anyone running for office, he's Orso, our Orso. Orso, the next President of the United States of America, a sheepdog for all of us."

--------A biography of Orso provided by The Herding Party

My name is Orso and I approve this message.

A Romp With the New Kid In The Extendo Family

2008-07-01T18:11:00.011-04:00

There's a new squirt around these days but thankfully not in our house.

Our friends, Jeanine and Calem (where Ayla came from), got a new puppy named Pindaro. It's summer and the adventures are many these days as Dad is home everyday. Oh that reminds me...

To put to rest the age old question: "Orso, aren't you hot in the summer with all that hair?" It's 92 degrees, do you want to run around and play in the sun at 2 in the afternoon? Every dog, cat, human, and critter alike is hot in the summer. We're mammals! It's summer! It's New England! Yes, dammit, I am hot in the summer but so are you! It's not the hair, it's summer. I keep trying to convince Mom to move us further north but alas... At least we will vacation in Nova Scotia where there is a fine front porch and a cool river breeze.

Ok, I'm done now. Had to get that out.

So anyway, Pindaro was just a tiny squirt - we met up with them at some cool woods in CT called Old Furnace. I did not see an old or new furnace anywhere but the parking lot appears to be a random meet-up spot for all things shady in western CT. But the woods were nice and shady in a good way. Pindaro was totally overwhelmed at first, just sitting and watching, afraid of Mom, Dad, Ayla and me. Then he got his confidence up and really enjoyed himself. I think he knew I was in charge. It was pretty clear that I was the only adult dog as Ayla dug herself a great big hole in the side of creek and flopped down in the muddy water. These are things only a puppy would do. She and her sister Anthea seemed to really enjoy each other and enjoy being muddy and wet.

I'm sort of getting the hang of being the wise older Berg, guiding the young and flockless. Someday, they will have both the hair and manner of true Bergamasco. For now, I am learning to appreciate the fluff balls and even tug a stick or two with them.

Ayla's Adventure and a vacation with Nore!

2008-06-03T21:07:00.004-04:00

Ayla got to go have a special trip with Mom out to visit Ayla's family. I have to admit I felt really lost without her home for the day. I've just sort of gotten used to having The Kid around and I kind of like my job of looking after her. When she came home though, she told me all about how she played with her sister Anthea and her mom Mezza. I could tell from my inspection of her that she also spent time with my girl Aria. Sweet Aria. Next time, Mom better bring me.

This weekend was very special. Every now and then I get to go stay with Nate's mom, Nore. Nore is one of my most favorite people. I think Nore understands me in a way that no one else can. This was Ayla's first time for a sleepover. I tried to explain to Nore that we really didn't have to pay any attention to The Kid - she could just chew a toy or something. I like having Nore to myself, but I could see that she needed to pay a little attention to Ayla too. I am a very good boy for Nore so I was appalled when she tried to put the "gentle" leader on me for a walk. Did she forget that I am a big boy and only unruly puppies need such devices of torture and control? So I took care of it, but just getting that thing right off. It can be hard work for a sheepdog at Nore's - I have to keep an eye on her and the cat, Tuck. It's tough to watch them both but I manage without too much strife. I was a bit too busy to eat though.

Mom is still without a camera but we have one on loan so we should be able to post a bit more soon. Jeanine (Anthea's person mamma) took these great pics of Ayla and Anthea for us.

Home again, home again

2008-04-25T18:54:00.004-04:00

Well, the rest of our trip was fun but exhausting. They took us on a long walk on a road that was still closed for the winter so it was covered with a foot or so of ice and snow. This walk I really enjoyed - shade, packed snow and flat walking. We took a break in the middle and Ayla and I played a bit of chase and tug with a stick. Now you think this would have been enough, but no, Mom wanted a little more time in the woods and tried to get us to do another walk with her. This time, I put the breaks on and refused. She once again did not understand my clear communication so I had to plant my feet in the dirt and refuse to move. Then Mom understood. One good walk is really plenty for me so they left me in the car. I think, though, Mom missed me and came back to the car in a few minutes with The Kid and she sat and read while Dad climbed a bit of the mountain.

In Bethel, Maine in April, there really are very few people around at all. We saw almost no one on any walk we did. Our walks were challenging because there was still so much snow, but there were some nice spots. So I really didn't encounter any new fans and no one even took my picture. But privacy on vacation can be really nice. Now if we went there in the winter during ski season, I'd be swarmed.

I mentioned the fast food in the last post, but I will have to add that leftovers from Mom's dinner are also very good. We had HADDOCK.

Overall for our trip, Ayla really did very well for such a little kid. She hiked, she ate, and she slept (mostly). She did admit that I was actually right for once; vacations are fun but tiring. When we got home, she seemed just as happy as I to get a big drink of water and collapse in our usual locations. And it was really great to be with Anna and Misty. One of the first things I did was find Anna and give her a little smoocheroo. She resisted but I know she loves me.

I spent most of today cleaning. I had most of a small forest floor stuck in my flocks. It has taken me all day to crush sticks and pull them out of the most uncomfortable places. Mom has been complaining about the twigs and pine needles and keeps sweeping them up. Little does she know that there is literally 10 times what she has already cleaned up still stuck deep in my coat. She has said that every content sheepdog has an important job. I guess she's feeling pretty content right about now.

Where is Orso? In Maine!!!!

2008-04-20T16:53:00.002-04:00

Our camera fell victim to an unfortunate, long fall into my water bowl (I was trying to take a picture of my yummy supper) so pictures may have to wait a day or so until we see a store large enough to carry such things as digital cameras.

We are spending our week vacation in the White Mountains in Maine. We're staying at a great bed and breakfast that happily allows dogs. This is only The Kid's second trip and the first was during her first week with us. So it is all really new for her. In the car yesterday, I slept, saving my energy for what I know will be a very active week. She, on the other hand, was up in between the two front seats watching everything. I tried to tell her, "Sleep now Kid. You have no idea how much walking we'll do. Listen to your wise big bro on this one." But did she? No. Two years ago in Lake Placid, the hiking was pretty intense. We were doing short hikes up mountains, but multiple mountains in a day. I caught on to the routine and protested after the first one of the day, plopping myself deeply into an unraisable nap in the back seat. A nap in the shade of the woods at a parking lot of a trail head is a lovely thing.

Today we started by walking a bit on the property of the B&B. Mom and Dad had to wear snow shoes because the snow is still very deep in the forest. The Kid, of course, is very happy to flop, smush, and roll in piles of snow. It was okay, because it was packed down, but I followed close behind Mom's snow shoe tracks. I should say, it was okay until we reached an ice bridge over a spring rushing stream. I thought we shouldn't go over it, but Dad and Ayla were pretty insistent. I decided to leap it which was a good choice. Coming back, however, I felt even more hesitant. Dad went first, then Ayla, then me and then, SPLASH, Mom's foot totally went through the ice into the stream. I tried to tell them. Humans are so reckless.

We did two more short walks. One was on a paved path through town. And the other was part of the Appalachian Trail. Mom only wanted to do a little of this one, so she took us back down the hill and we had a rest at the car. Then The Kid got to experience for the first time, one of the best parts of our road trips: Fast Food. Mom bought us each a hamburger. At first, Ayla was just happily nibbling, then she got really into it and tried to steal mine. She's cute and fluffy and everything, but man, she can be bossy.

Right now, we are taking a much needed rest back at the inn. I think The Kid finally gets it; Sleep every minute you can before they run you ragged.

Hopefully, I will be able to share some pictures soon of our beautiful adventure.

Adventures and Quiet Moments

2008-04-06T14:01:00.005-04:00

The Kid has been practicing rolling in leaves and mud. She likes to blend into the woods. Can you find the puppy beast in the picture?

I, the more experienced hiking Bergamasco, remain unleafed and unmudded as I stay trail bound when exploring the woods. Rolling is currently reserved for sandy beaches only.

I decided I had to share this recent photo too. The Kid used to love to lie underneath the coffee table for a good nap. Now, she's a giant flocking beasty. She tucks her head under the table and lets her belly flop to the floor. Poor Kid has no idea how large she has become. Now that she chews on me a lot less, I'm starting to enjoy playing with her. I chase her for toys and sticks. We are starting to have a real relationship. Of course, just when I'm starting to enjoy her, she'll jump on me and start biting my head. Mom says it's okay for me to tell her no so now I do. She listens to me, well... most of the time.

Cuddle Fest with Gabe

2008-04-06T13:50:00.002-04:00

Lately, at least once a week, we have our friends over. The frustrating part is that they all hover around the dining room table rolling dice and moving things around. And all the while, I'm just waiting for my friend, Gabe to be done with the adults and come to the couch with me. Sometimes it takes a little barking to get his attention, but eventually, he knows what I want and goes to the couch with me. There have been a few nights when the adults have played games late into the night and Gabe decides to sleep for a bit. We share the couch and I watch over him while he rests. Although he and Ayla play and wrestle, Gabe and I have a sacred bond and a love of the cuddle couch time.

Quantum Growth

2008-03-12T10:10:00.006-04:00

Oh my, there is a giant lapse in material here and to my faithful fans and readers, I apologize. Time has a different meaning in the life of a dog. We function on more of a quantum relationship with our lives. For me, I wrote you last just moments ago or a lifetime ago. But in your linear perspective, a month has passed and much has changed.

The Kid has some moments of seeming like a dog I could be friends with. We have shared some joyous moments of good games of chase on the beach. We both love sticks. At home, however, she continues to try my patience by stealing my toys and chewing the squeaky in my face. I find this completely and utterly irritating, but what can I do? She's just a kid, so I can't steal the toy away. I end up crying until Mom comes to retrieve my toy. I'm sorry, but I just think it's Mom's responsibility. I mean, it's totally obvious that it's my toy. Eventually, though, Mom ends up taking the toys away and telling us to settle down. It's pretty unfair, but sometimes, I see where she puts the toy and go stare at it until someone comes along to give it to me.

The Kid is now almost as big as me and she absolutely does not know this fact. She tries to sleep on top of me quite a bit and that not-so-little rump of hers is quite a presence when you are trying to get some rest. But, again, what can I do? She's still the baby and if she needs a snuggle partner, I'm it.

Mom took us to a dog show in Providence this weekend. The above photo is Ayla playing with her sister, Anthea. I have been to one other dog show. These things are crazy. People put tiny leashes on their companions and trot around in a circle with them. Then they stand very still with the promise of a tiny morsel of a treat being held out in front of them. It's archaic. The Kid was so excessively excited by the whole thing, she didn't do as well as she has done for Mom other times, but Mom was happy that they got second place (um, out of two). I was only in there for a brief period (they know better than to think I would want to be a show dog - I only came in to watch) and my fans surrounded me. About a hundred people touched and talked to me which was very nice.

Today is a wet and rainy day; the perfect day to lounge on the couch with my laptop and reconnect with my fans. I will try to be more conscious of your linear time and write some more very soon.

From Where I Sit

2008-02-13T13:45:00.005-05:00

Where ever you go, there's a couch. Even in the woods, I was so happy to find a nice little wooden couch to perch myself upon. Mom's been taking us to some land trusts she found and this one is called Destruction Brook. They must have named it that after dogs like The Kid came and dug holes at every turn.

Getting the Love You Want

2008-02-02T21:22:00.001-05:00

You may be oh so curious about how your dog's mind works. Let me enlighten you to my inner dialog:

**Sniff, sniff, I wonder what Mom had for lunch today, oh she was at work, sniff, sniff, maybe I'll go back to the couch for a while and stretch out, sniff, sniff, oh I'm thirsty, oh Ayla was licking my bowl again, what's Ayla doing?, Ayla's not supposed to have slippers, she's really bad, sniff, sniff, she's a girl, sniff, sniff, she's thinking about supper, sniff, sniff, oh yeah, the couch would be good, sniff, sniff, mail man is coming and he's having a bad day, sniff, sniff, wonder when Dad's coming home is that his car door no it's not, ok, sniff, sniff couch**

You get the idea. So you can imagine my surprise when I'm having normal thoughts and I hear, "Hello Orso, I'm here to talk to you if you want to." What the &*^(% is that? At first, I thought I'd gotten too close to being human and was having a breakdown. Instead, as it turns out was a nice woman Mom got to have a conversation between us. It seemed kind of silly when Mom and I have great communication but I guess I was wrong about some stuff and Mom was too. So Mom and I had a conversation through this other lady. It was pretty cool.

The long and short of it is that I now know that they got The Kid to be a friend to me, not because I'm not a good enough dog for them. So I feel a little less anxious and am being a bit cooler about the whole thing. I guess I could have chosen better ways to release my anxiety than using Ayla as a real live Big Red.

So now Ayla and I are playing with toys together and I'm teaching her how to play tug with me. I'm still feeling like I need to be very careful with her, even though she freakin' tries to tug on my flocks relentlessly sometimes.

Famous Dog Times: An Interview

2008-01-27T13:12:00.000-05:00

I was recently featured in an article in Famous Dog Times. At the risk of letting my popularity go straight to my flocky head, I am sharing an excerpt of that interview here so that my fans may be privy to the insider's answers to questions you've always wanted to ask. Oh, and they interviewed Ayla a bit as well.

FDT: So, Orso, you've had a lot of readers to your blog. How has the notoriety changed you?

Orso: Well, I try to keep it real you know, for the fans. The paparazzi was a bit of an affair before my blog. In fact, the blog was originally intentioned as a way for the peeps to channel their curiosity. Before this, people were taking all kinds of pictures of me with their cell phones, with digital cameras out of car windows, and so on. This provides real access to the real me. I guess to really answer your question, I'd say that I've always been a noteworthy dog, it just has more substance now.

(Ayla: Notes? I like to eat paper! Yea paper!)

FDT: We are dying to know who you're favoring in the upcoming election. Can you share just a bit of your political leanings? Your existential, liberal nature must be evident here, no?

Orso: I say bring back people like Shirley Chisholm, someone who can speak strongly for the people. She fought for the right to be heard and used her public time to share her ideas. I'm really still trying to puzzle out just where everyone stands. These days, it's a challenge to get more than just personality.

(Ayla: I have a new gray elephant rope toy. Yea toys!)

FDT: We've all seen the pictures of you on your couch. So on any given day, when you are kickin' back with a bully stick, what sort of music do you love to listen to?

Orso: I love instrumental jazz like Coltrane and Miles. Mom actually sings and plays guitar and most of the time, frankly, I find that to be pretty annoying. I have to leave the room. Folk music - blah blah, why me? why us? it's so sad what's happening blah blah G chord D chord C chord blah.

(Ayla: Raffi! I love Raffi! Yea Raffi Yea! Peace is cool la la la!)

FDT: You've been called, "The Existential Dog Poet," "The Dog's Dog," and "Orso: Funny Man with an Edge." Do these names tell you that your fans are getting you or are they missing the big picture of who you are?

Orso: Good question. Good question. You know, it doesn't matter really. We dogs are so used to being anthropomorphized and projected upon - it's just become a part of our relationship with our people. I am who you think I am, man. I am Dog.

(Ayla: Me too I'm a dog too me too. Yea! Me too yea!)

FDT: Last question, Orso, what other famous dog do you admire - either present or past?

Orso: I like a dog with a strong work ethic and strength, both inner and physical. So I have to go with Sam the Sheepdog. He clocked in and out everyday. It sounds simple but that Wolf never got those sheep, you know what I mean?

(Ayla: Sheepies? Me supposed to do stuff with sheepies? Where dem sheepies? Yea sheepies! Oh boy sheepies!)

FDT: Anything else you want to tell your fans, Orso?

Orso: Sure, thanks to everyone who reads the blog. We really love your comments too. It keeps me writing and thinking. Oh, and for those of you who asked me to, you can now subscribe to my blog (over to the right) and you get an email when there is a new post.

(Ayla: Hi fans! Hi! Yea! Do you see me through the 'mputer? Mmmm power cords. Yea yea yea!)

That Which Should Never Be Named Nor Discussed

2008-01-21T19:39:00.001-05:00

I'd been hearing wind of it for a few weeks, but I dismissed it as me not hearing all of the conversation. Even when Mom sat me down to tell me about the procedure, I still didn't quite believe it would happen.

It was a rainy Friday morning, and Mom put us in the car just like any other day. When we pulled up to the vet, I thought Ayla must need something because I've been feeling pretty darn good. I do love going to the vet, especially this vet, but I didn't want to get out of the car in the rain. Despite my obvious protest, Mom pulled me from the car and brought me in and then did something she's never done........She left me there.

Everyone was very nice and Dr. Lord came to hang out with me. Pretty soon, I was in a deep sleep and when I woke up, I felt some pain of course, but also an emptiness. I felt a little umph, a shenesequa, a part of me was just sort of gone. Hmm, they really did IT.

I took one for the team. We can't really risk Ayla getting in a family way while she is so young. It's okay, I'm okay. Dr. Lord took really good care of me and even called to check up on me a few times.

I'm not sure how I will feel as the next days and months roll on, but right now, when I think about Aria, my pulse beats a bit faster. You can't take that away from me.

Heel, Come, Sit, Down, and Cookies

2008-01-13T17:48:00.000-05:00

It's like they never stop training The Kid. "Ayla down, ayla sit, ayla this way, ayla good girl, oh no ayla not in the house, ayla blah blah, blah ayla blah, blah, blah." I've just started tuning them out. Yammering aside, the good thing about all this is that there are lots more cookies going on. Suddenly, every time I sit, I'm getting a cookie too. Not that there has been a cookie shortage in my life, but The Kid requires lots of positive reinforcement tools. I just sort of started doing everything they ask her to do, and wah-lah, the cookies keep on coming.

Today's walk was at a new place called Ridge Hill. We found some nice soft sand to play in. I practiced my elegant leaping and The Kid dug a few holes and ran around like a ..... puppy. I do get it: She's cute, very cute. I have even enjoyed kissing her a bit here and there. But it will be nice when she becomes a little more distinguished, a little more dignified, a little more polite, a little more like me.

Do You See What's Happening Here?

2008-01-10T20:44:00.000-05:00

Remember me and MY couch?

I wrote a lovely poem about it's splendor.

I have even shared so nicely.

Mom always straightens out my blankets for me to make it the perfect Bergamasco nest.

But now? As you can plainly see, as evidenced by the above photo, which clearly demonstrates, and conspicuously capitulates that The Kid is taking over. This is not a puppy in the middle of a sweet snuggle. This is not, "But Big Brother, it's so cold, lend me your flocky warmth." No, this is a slow and deliberate take over of my spot. And a take over of Mom's snuggle blanket, I might add.

Luckily, generally speaking, The Kid has an alarmingly short attention span and smushes me for short periods before abandoning me for a chew toy.

I think Dad was hip to my dilemma and tried to find Ayla her very own spot:

This is fine, actually, as it gets her not only off of my couch but literally out of my hair for a bit. But if you refer to the sandwich post, you will realize as I did, that technically, this is still a take-over.

{PS: You might have noticed that I really am getting the hang of embedded links and moving pictures around. Hopefully, I did not just create one of those shows that is supposed to be a new show but they keep just showing snippets of previous shows, because that is so lame.}

mmmm...fluffy sandwiches

2008-01-06T17:38:00.000-05:00

How to Make a Fluffy Sandwich

Begin with an open faced clam chair of a comfy variety, preferably with soft pillows.
Add one medium sized person who if you are lucky is covered in an blanket. Let the person get significantly warm and comfortable.
Add one beautiful (if I do say so myself) 6 year old gray and black Bergamasco, male.
Top off with a smallish 5 month old soft Bergamasco puppy, female.

Let sit for long enough for all to find comfortable locations amidst the body parts and chair contortions.

Enjoy the fluffy, flocky, persony goodness.

New Year's Revolutions

2008-01-01T20:43:00.000-05:00

I heard the downtown fireworks last night from the warm cozy sanctity of my couch and watched Mom fight to stay up to midnight. And I knew what night this was. New Year's Eve.

Dad suggested that I work on some resolutions for the new year in keeping with tradition. As I thought it over, however, I realized that I don't have any goals, any need to change who I am to meet who I think I ought to be in the course of 365 days.

I think once again you could all consider the dog's perspective here. I could resolve to be more in the present, but man, I am so there. Or here, as it were.

I could resolve to be closer to my family, but our closeness grows naturally with the flow of time, in each walk, in each shared meal, in each journey together.

I could resolve to lose weight or be healthier, but I am concerned with neither. I only eat until I am satisfied. I exercise daily and get plenty of couch time.

So instead of resolutions, my dear readers, I am promoting only revolutions. You human people have a lot of work to do in this area - the government needs a serious shift-a-roo, people need to come together and support each other. I could go on about how you all should be able to go to the doctor when you are sick, but I digress.

The dog revolution is different. We really only require a few stand-up changes, really. Driver's licenses are a good start. We shouldn't have to wait to "go for a ride."

The handle for the refrigerator should be lowered and turned 90 degrees for ease of canine opening. Though, given a few months, The Kid may figure out how to do that one all on her own.

Lastly, we here at the Bring About Revolution Kanine (BARK) are extremely interested in forming a new branch of the internet - a dot dog if you will - our own virtual dog park. This would make communication go way beyond a good sniff if you know what I mean.

I wish all of you a wonderful New Year - May it be filled with personal revolutions.

For the Joy of Winter

2007-12-31T19:09:00.000-05:00

I apologize for the lapse in material. The holidays had us very busy, with running to one side of the family to the other to friends. There was quite a bit of car time for us driving around and sometimes, hanging in the car while Mom and Dad went in places. Ayla has some definite issues about being left behind. I tell her, "It's cool, you should use this time to rest before they take us running around some more. They will be back." And she's all, "That's all very nice for you, but I'm going to chew this car apart to figure out how to open the doors and go find them." So Mom had to spray nasty bitter stuff in the car and tire out the puppy more than usual.

Needless to say, all of this activity has kept me away from the computer. My laptop doesn't work in the car, but I've been thinking about all my loyal fans desperately awaiting an update.

We went out to Cape Cod - the top three pictures are from a beach near Hyannis. We also did some local hikes in Freetown and Brandt Island. We had an awesome time with our cousin Kyra who is a beautiful black lab. If I could actually catch her, I would tell her how much I dig her. You all know how I am with the ladies. Kyra really digs me too, she just plays it cool and she can't help running.

I'm sorry that these appear sometimes as a solid block of text. Blogspot has an issue with that and I hate doing it manually in the html. My paws are so incredibly awkward with the keyboard anyway.

We should be back on schedule with the posts from here on. Mom's particularly into hiking in the winter so we'll have more adventures coming in 2008. Unless of course, Ayla succeeds at her attempts to thwart me by chewing through the rest of the laptop powercord (how can that taste good?).

The Snow, The Kid, The Couch

2007-12-13T15:47:00.000-05:00

We had our first big snow this week. The Kid went diving right into it, prancing and playing, getting full of the stuff. I politely told her, "Little one, snow is best once it is patted down into a nice cold, flat bed. Do not get your coat full of snow chunks. Do not bury your face in it. Above all, do not act like you like it."

She just gave me a look to say, "Yeah, whatever, Old Man." And took off in a frolicky flounce of fluff.

It was a little challenging to keep an eye on her and keep my paws from getting unnecessarily snowed. Mom has said things to me like, "Don't you know you're a sheepdog, with origins in the Alps? Working with sheep in big snow?" And I'm all, "Don't you know your foreparents slept outside too?" Ha.

The truth is, I suppose I could walk in deep snow if I had to, but I don't have to. There is a perfectly good couch with my name on it when the weather is less than desirable (read: desirable=cold, dry, sunny).

I am glad Ayla enjoyed herself. It made for nice sleepy snuggling on the couch with Dad afterwards. And I have to admit, Ayla is really cute when she's sleepy. There's nothing like a tired puppy.

The Kid

2007-12-08T09:04:00.000-05:00

It's been a challenge to post this week, Mom has been taking us to work everyday, and when I am home, I have to keep an eye on The Kid. Ayla is a very sweet little sister, but she can be all puppy all the time. My work is never done. On the one hand, this new responsibility gives me a strong sense of fulfillment. On the other hand, I'm so tired. I'd just like to sit back with some turkey and some sweet time with Big Red. But as the picture above demonstrates, she likes to have all the toys.

This week, Mom took us to Goddard Park in RI which is one of my favorite spots. It's a mixture of woods and beach. It was 17 degrees of perfect dry cold. We were running free. The Kid and I were sniffing and running together. There was no one there in that weather, until there was one other winter lover out with a few dogs. Mom yelled, "Hold up." And I did. Ayla did too for a second but then ran ahead to check out the other dog. So I looked at Mom to say, "Sorry, I've got to do my duty." And I ran after her.

Now, normally, I'm a dog's dog. Big, small, stinky, love 'em all. But this Boxer wanted to sniff The Kid and something came over me. I didn't want that dog to be anywhere near her. I put myself between the dog and Ayla and gave a low growl. The other dog went scampering away and I almost felt badly. He seemed pretty cool but I just can't have anyone touch my sister just yet. She's so young and vulnerable. And, frankly, she's mine.

Mom leashed us after that and we saw not another soul out that day. The Kid is pretty bad on the leash and I just have to laugh watching Mom go through all that all over again. I just don't think Mom realizes that she takes us to lots of interesting places and the excitement is overwhelming. The leash is a total drag.

In an alternate universe, dogs drive cars very slowly so as not to miss a squirrel sighting. The cars are all convertibles. Mom and Dad could rest in the backseat. There would be no highways, just beautiful woods and open spaces with the occasional front porched houses. There are no leashes, just dogs running and frolicking free together, eventually returning home to our people. Our people are always home or with us. Our homes are filled with cool floors, giant couches, and big ol' bowls of cookies.

And all the dogs and people just know that The Kid is with ME.

7 Random Things Including Big Red

2007-12-01T11:18:00.000-05:00

Clare from Clare's Sunflower Sky challenged me to write 7 weird/random things about myself. We love the world of blogs and the friends we are making. Clare's blog is really interesting and her dog Moose looks like someone who might really be fun to hang with at the beach.

So here are my 7 things:

1. Turkey. I can still remember my first Thanksgiving. My discovery of TURKEY. I never left the meat platter. It's rich, it's moist, and it's one of the few food items that I really get excited about. Periodically, Mom makes me turkey in the crock pot. Misty and I sit at the door of the kitchen, waiting, waiting, waiting for our special treat. Since Mom is mostly vegetarian, Misty and I have to send deep telepathic nudging messages to Mom to get her to cook for us. And it totally works.

2. Big Red. Big Red is a very large stuffed red dog that Dad bought for me a couple years ago. I have abandoned almost all other toys for Big Red. After dinner, I ask (rather emphatically) for Dad (or Mom if Dad is unavailable, but truth be told, I really prefer Dad for this) to hold Big Red while I (um, how can I say this?) love up Big Red. Ayla has been interfering with this game and it's the one thing that really bugs me about the kid. Big Red is MY love muffin.

3. The Smell of Coffee in the Morning. When the coffee is ready, the morning walk follows. When I see Mom pouring coffee into her travel mug, I know we are going soon which brings me to number 4...

4. Walk. Mom and Dad have taken to just saying "W" so as not to overexcite me with the word, "walk." Come on you guys, I'm 6, you think I don't know how to spell yet? Especially that word. So I now know that they don't say "walk" until they are ready to go. The morning walk is the most important one for me. It doesn't really matter if it is a long or a short one, but I do get extra excited when we turn right instead of left at the end of our street which means we are going for a long one. One of things I really appreciate about Cesar Milan is that he emphasizes the importance of the walk. Everybody needs a nice walk together as a family. It's the best part of every day.

5. Ladies. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am a Ladies Man. Girly, sweet, flocky Bergamascos, especially Aria, make life extra special. We are going to see Aria tomorrow, so I'm chillin' hard on the couch today, saving my precious manly energy in anticipation of the lovin'.

6. Bedtime. Our family has some pretty intense bedtime routines. Mom goes to bed first after containing the kid next to her side of the bed (can you believe she still thinks it's okay to pee inside the house?), then Dad. Then Misty needs to lay on Dad's chest to claim him. Then I ask very politely if I may join the bed, and I jump onto the foot of the bed and curl up to rest. Then Anna comes creeping in to find the coziest spot to snuggle. And we all relax in contemplative family joy as we gently find our way to sleep. After I rest a bit and clean myself, I leave the bed. A sheepdog needs to protect the family at night, so I sleep in the doorway. Of course.

7. Couch. Some *dogs* are not even allowed on couches, but I am no ordinary canine. It started as a fluke, snuggling on Dad's couch when Mom and Dad were dating. And gradually, the right side of the couch became mine. They put some blankets on my spot to make it extra cozy I guess. I'm a little irritated by it, but they have been letting the kid up there with me. She really likes to snuggle up against me, and I think I'm starting to like it a little bit.

Thanks to Clare for some new inspiration for writing!

Pure Genius

2007-11-27T21:47:00.000-05:00

Ayla and I differ in one key aspect. She is all about food and I am not. Ayla cannot resist my food, the cat food, crumbs on the floor, things that look like crumbs on the floor. Ayla actually happily eats (ahem) dog food (gasp) which I guess makes things easier for Mom and proves that Ayla is a dog and I am something else entirely.

When I was a pup and even now, when Mom didn't want me somewhere and placed anything in the doorway, I wouldn't go there. I don't like to go where I might be stuck or something might make a noise. Ayla is fearless and driven. I don't go in the CAT ROOM. Misty told me not to and so I don't. Ayla, despite being contained at night and various chairs and baby gates, has found her way into the CAT ROOM and eaten much cat food. And, unlike me, Ayla does not need more junk in her trunk.

So, in a stroke of genius and cheapness, Dad cut a Misty/Anna sized hole in the baby gate and lined it with foam. On the internet, these babies sell for like sixty bucks. Dad did the whole deal for a few dollars worth of foam.

Most importantly, my sweet, sweet Anna, the adventurer, loves it.

Taking the Kid on the Road

2007-11-27T21:07:00.000-05:00

It is amazing how a hike in the woods can bring a family together.

I've been tolerating Ayla, training Ayla, licking Ayla, watching Ayla, ignoring Ayla, but really accepting her is taking some time.

This weekend, we took her on the road to Vermont. At least in the eyes of my fans, I am still the most interesting dog. People ignored the fluff ball and admired and questioned my flocky goodness. Dad would occasionally point out Ayla to people with a "and that's what they look like as puppies." Oh, please. I didn't look like her. I had my mottled black and gray spots. I was sleeker through the hips. I had my boyish charm.

In the woods, though, I found something else in Ayla. I started to see what Mom and Dad see. She can be a good friend to me. We ran and ran and ran some more. She really understood that I am in front of her on the trail. She stayed on the trail and listened to all of us. And most importantly, we found a new connection. She got a glimpse of what it really is to be in our family. And we, all of us, started to fall in love with Ayla.

Couch Potato Puffs

2007-11-20T19:02:00.000-05:00

There's tired and then there's we have a puppy in the house tired. Ayla really looks to me for direction and safety. It feels very important to give her the closeness and comfort she seeks even if I'm exhausted. Yesterday, Mom brought us both to work. Ayla was good and quiet but I felt like I really needed to check out all the people who wanted to say hello to her. I'm not sure everyone realizes that she is a special girl and is still so young. It's good that she has me to protect her.

Today was raining. Like really raining. Like there is no way I'm stepping foot out in that weather raining. Ayla just went bounding out into the yard into puddles and into the mud. There is so much she has to learn.

I tried to tell Mom that allowing Ayla on the couch at this age is completely inappropriate. I was at least 3 before I was allowed up on the couch. And I'm not sure she knows where we are allowed to be, but as with most things, she looks to me for direction.

Ayla's favorite thing is to mash herself against me and go to puppy sleep. I'm getting used to it, but I can't really get a solid nap when I'm being careful with her. At least at night, Mom and Dad keep her barricaded to the bed so the cats and I can get some much needed rest. Mom has been praising the gods who brought coffee to the universe.

Share the Love

2007-11-18T18:04:00.000-05:00

Well, yesterday started out like other days. We got up, had a snack, and then I got to go on a road trip with just Mom. We're driving down the road, sharing an egg and cheese croissant, and feeling the tingle of adventure.

We end up in New Jersey at a big building filled with people and Bergamascos. Aria wasn't there this time but Mezza and her two pups were there as well as Donna and Stephen who lived with my Bergamasco mom where I was born. I do love the ladies and there were some fine Bergalitas-so-sweetas at the event. They were playing it cool but I know they saw me. I was the oldest guy there and talked more than any other dog.

Eventually, I went out to the car to have a little drink and some air. When I turned around, Mom was coming to the car carrying a little black puppy. And then she put her in the car with me in my seat.

In my seat.

Mine.

Sharing can be nice but I was sort of tired from the show and really wasn't expecting any of this. The puppy kept trying to get closer to me. I ended up pressed up against the side of the car and still she nudged against me.

I went up in the middle to talk to Mom. "Are we taking her somewhere? Is she coming with us? Am I still the center of your universe?"

"Yes, my love. You are my first dog, the most wonderful being, my sacred companion."

So, I let the puppy snuggle me a little.

Her name is Ayla. And she is staying. And I'm teaching her how to be in our family. And I'm showing her how to walk around the block. And I'm going between her and our sisters, the cats. And as it turns out, I think she's kind of sweet. I gave her a kiss today on the head, just to let her know I am here for her.

A Song In My Heart

2007-11-12T20:46:00.000-05:00

Aria. Aria. Aria. Words on a page cannot explain. A picture is but a reminder of her beauty. And somewhere in Mom and Dad's laundry there clings just a slight bit of her essence. Yesterday I reencountered my one and only love and today I am exhausted and quiet in the tender memory of my hours in her presence.

Aria is a beautiful Bergamasco lady, born black, faded to Isabella. She is full of spirit and unconditional love. When I am with her, I feel my deeper, ancient mind. I am one with my physical and spiritual aspects in my connection to her.

In these moments, the voices of the people fade away. Aria's parents and mine, the other dogs, some puppies, all become a distant buzz as we remember our true selves.

[Note by Jess: This picture has been photoshopped to um... maintain the innocence of Orso's blog]

Missing the Mark

2007-11-10T08:37:00.000-05:00

It was hard to post after the last post. I mean, that jumping picture is so outstanding it is a hard act to follow.

We've been deep in discussion about Bergamascos on Treadmills (http://www.chiquebergamasco.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?t=175).

Dad even went so far as to take me on our treadmill, letting my front paws walk while he was holding my back legs up for support. And I want to say for the record here, you all are missing the entire point of The Walk. Sure the fresh air is nice, the exercise of muscles is lovely, but those are completely superfluous. The point of The Walk is scent. Precious scent.

We go every morning before dawn for a long or short walk through the neighborhood. My neighborhood.

First stop: Giant old Maple tree where I smell about 6 dogs since yesterday. I cover their scent with mine, and we're off.

Second stop: Hasta plant outside the lady's house who has 5 cats and feeds the squirrels peanuts. I've never seen this lady but I'm guessing she and I would get along great. She has a great front porch from which to watch cats or taunt squirrels.

Third stop: Fire hydrant in the mid-second block. It seems cliche or even passe but I can't resist.

Fourth stop: Man hole cover in the middle of the street. This one usually annoys Mom as she scolds me for being a lazy leg lifter. Yeah, whatever. This is the first place the 10 Schitzu's come to mark when they leave their house, and there is no way I'm letting that spot go.

I could go on to include the corner fence, the front step, the tree in the park, but I think you get the idea. New places are great too; All the mysteries of trees, rocks, and bushes to be explored. A year could go by between visiting a spot and I will remember everything with one whiff.

So you see folks, we may agree to go on your exercise equipment. We may even like it. A lot actually. But let's not forget that our lives are olfactorycentric and blissfully so.

They're Not Flocks, They're Wings

2007-10-28T20:18:00.000-04:00

One of these mornings you’re gonna rise up singing

Then you’ll spread your wings

And you’ll take to the sky

But till that morning

There ain’t nothing can harm you

With daddy and mommy standing by

Gershwin's "Summertime"

Rock Solid

2007-10-28T20:09:00.000-04:00

Ah, Plymoth Rock. Many people come everyday to admire the stone in the cage pictured here just beyond my nose. Many people everyday are forced to suppress their disappointment about the less than grandiose spectacle that is the rock. On this day, at least, the people were given a little flocky something special.

A Quiet Week in Lake Rain-Be-Gone

2007-10-19T20:37:00.000-04:00

I've been wanting to post but mom has been too tired to help me out with the typing. You may have noticed from my earlier post "On Couches" that I am not one to venture out in the inclement weather. Well, today was a doozie. I went out for a walk before it got too bad but spent the rest of the day writing masterpieces (in my head actually, while lying on the couch).

I'm sure some Bergamascos don't mind the rain messing up their hair and remain in happy oblivion as their delicate paws are saturated in puddles. But not this Bergamasco. Other than the one time I was distracted by a beautiful lady Bergamasco and wandered in a haze into the sea, I have kept myself out of the wet.

For those of you wondering how to get your companion sheep to stop dragging you out in the wet weather, here are some tips:

Act like you are sleeping when they are putting on their shoes. You might want to give it a little four-paws-in-the-air-I'm-really-sleeping look.
If they bring you to the door, stick your nose out and then back quickly away from the door. Then it should be pretty obvious that you are not interested.
If worse comes to worse, and you are there, on the front porch with your leash on (and god forbid a bright yellow rain coat), plant your feet and refuse to go further.

I would welcome any other dog's tips on getting out of getting wet. Where there's a will...

Never Were There Such Devoted Sisters

2007-10-05T19:14:00.000-04:00

As I have previously mentioned, I have two sisters: the cats.

It used to be that the definitions were simple - I am a Dog=I chase cats. Small, furry, fast... Perfect chasing material.

Then Mom fell in love and my dog-centric universe became reshaped - I live with cats. At first I thought it was really cool. Cats! Right here in my own house for the chasing. A few swipes to the nose and severe scoldings later and I was reformed to a tip-toeing, subservient, dog.

After a few interactions, the pecking order became exceedingly clear. Misty is in charge. I really wanted to be, but there is no denying her presence. She is the eldest, the wisest, and the most assertive of us. Mom tends to laugh at Misty's assertion of Queen, but it's no laughing matter. I respect Misty - I give her space, let her eat my share of the turkey, give her a wide berth in the hallway, and always, ALWAYS, lower my eyes in deference to the Queen.

Anna is different. Ah, Anna, beautiful, sweet Anna. She's a furry ball of yellow/orange love. I always know where she is. She lets me give her a bath sometimes if I can hold my excitement in check long enough. The most loving thing about Anna is that even though she is certainly ahead of me in the household alpha order, she pretends she doesn't know it. Anna completes me.

There are other cats in my life now - the aforementioned Tuck and other family kitties. As you can see from the aforementioned Tuck incident, I have a little more trouble ignoring that essential dog equation with those cats. Those cats get me into trouble. Cats. They really demonstrate how your beliefs can shape your reality. They really think they are always in charge - And so, they are. Cats.

For Elizabeth

2007-10-04T22:21:00.000-04:00

Summer sun lingers
Autumn whispers her shadow
Chihuahuas running

Life of a Working Dog

2007-10-03T22:59:00.000-04:00

It may all look like fun, but being a sheepdog is tough work. Sometimes I am envious of my true sheep herding brethren. Herding people and cats has got to be tougher than white fluffy sheepies.

We went for a very long walk tonight, ate a big supper, and then it is clearly time for an early bed. So I stand in the hallway to the bedroom for a while and urge them gently with my mental powers. That gets more tiring, so I go stare down Nate for a while, with the occasional clearing of my throat. I can tell he's tired too and fighting it. Ignoring me does not get us closer to the bed. Then I go back to the hallway and bark. Once. Pause. Again. Nothing. So I go to Mom, I know she's ready for bed and will clearly hear my request. Maybe a little bark here too. Once. Again. One more. Then she does the whole, "outside?" thing. I mean, come on, how could I be misunderstood here?

Finally, Nate says, "He's herding us to bed." Duh. So, one by one, my vastly uncontrollable sheep head to bed. One, Nate's in the bed. Two, Mom is in the bed. And then, (and isn't it just like a cat to do this) Misty takes my spot at the foot of the bed, even though her spot is supposed to be on Nate's chest. She lounges there mocking me until Nate finally hears my plea and asks her to move. Once I am settled, Anna (the other cat who is much more beautiful and loving) comes to snuggle somewhere warm.

All the sheep in one bed, lights out, the sheepdog can at last clock out. Or can he? After a brief respite on the bed and a dream or two, I jump down and assume my evening post in the doorway.

Bedtime, daytime, anytime, a sheepdog's work is never done.

Elysian Sands

2007-09-23T19:49:00.000-04:00

The water beckons some into her depths, sometimes with a thrown ball

a stick tossed with fun intentions.

The sand, however, holds a dog in surety, a predictable embrace

and when one surrenders in the tiny grains,

the gift of a million back-scratchers is joyfully received.

Ain't Misbehavin'

2007-09-19T22:48:00.000-04:00

Mom and I have been out walking a bit more. The weather has been perfect Bergamasco weather - cool, crisp, sunny. The wonderful temperature has brought back a spring in my step. I feel younger, more alive. It's like I can see every squirrel and they are dancing and running just for my amusement. The other day at Nate's mom's house, her cat Tuck was playing a marvelous game of hide and seek with me. I think Tuck could feel how exciting this weather is too. I guess I was getting a bit overzealous and I ended up in the car. Now, normally, I love my time in the back seat, watching the sights, or sitting in the quiet. But I could hear Tuck mocking me from afar. Between that mischievous autumn air and the smell of my friend Tuck, I decided climbing out of the car was the only reasonable choice. I had to think about it, puzzle it out. I moved into the driver's seat and from there squeezed myself as flat as possible and the next thing I knew I was out, free, wild, chasing Tuck. I was actually pretty proud of myself and ran up to the back porch to say hello to everyone, but I misjudged Mom's reaction. I ended up back in the car with all windows up and an open sunroof, with Mom muttering, "If he can figure out how to climb out of the sunroof, I'll want to shoot video of that for YouTube." In other words, they were impressed with my ingenuity but not so much with my behavior. Oh well, what's a dog to do? At least while I was in the driver's seat I got a good look at the controls. I think pretty soon I'll be able to start that car on my own. I just need a cat to work the peddles........

On Couches

2007-09-15T14:46:00.000-04:00

Clouds heavy above, let loose their watery souls
To fly and fall on my house, my yard, my porch
Drenching the emptiness
Filling in the spaces between my thoughts
And I
Listen, wiser in the knowing
Drier in the dripping silence
Of a very quiet couch

Stop and Smell the Noses

2007-09-13T21:08:00.000-04:00

I took this picture myself (which is why it's a little distorted) and I think it is a great shot of my magnificent nose.

In The Bliss

2007-09-10T21:04:00.000-04:00

I smelled it tonight on the wind, did you? Autumn, coming in gently in an evening breeze, reminding me of chilly afternoon walks, snuggling in cozy at night, rolling in a leaf pile. It's been a few days since my last post - I'm a slow typist - they should really invent a paw-friendly keyboard. The cats are always trying to type by just lying across the keyboard. Well, then again, maybe they are not really trying to type.

Back to Autumn... In Autumn, it feels somehow easier to let go into the moment, into the Bliss. It's something about the essence of change available right before your eyes and nose that makes a moment feel like it opens up into forever. I was riding in the car with Jess last night (that's my mom) and I was riding in the middle between the two seats which is one of my favorite spots in the car. She had taken me on a ride to a parking lot, went inside, and came back with giant bags some of which smelled like my supper meat. On the ride home, she was snuggling my head and petting me and saying, "Aren't we so lucky to have each other? Isn't our love amazing?" At first, I felt like, "Yeah Mom, thanks for overstating the obvious." But then after a moment or two of head rubbing, riding in the car together, I understood. It's just amazing to have the gift of being together just that moment, just that car ride home from the parking lot.

Sheepdog Musings

2007-09-09T17:08:00.000-04:00

During my walk by the beach today, I pondered the future and purpose of my blog. During a 2 mile walk, my picture was taken at least 3 times, with Jess and Nate providing detailed explanations about me. This is a very common event in our world. I was a little irritated and was barking at the picture takers - I know this is a tough one for people, but come on, if you are going to take my picture, ask questions about me, admire me, etc - could you please just come over and pet me? Just a little rub, it does not need to be an elaborate admiring combined with affection, but that would be nice. I don't really ask for much. We never deny anyone a snapshot. Hell, I even pose most of the time. But it really should be a given: picture=rubbing of the Orso.

It occurred to me as I pondered the bold photographers that my blog would also be an excellent way to communicate my desires to the public. Let me take this moment to clear up any confusion:

1. I like to be rubbed, a lot.

2. I like to be rubbed especially on my backside.

3. I will take a treat thank you very much.

4. My barking is to tell you to stop the talking and start the rubbing.

In the 6 years of my life, I have met thousands of people through my travels and my fame. I have been in the paper twice. Last spring I was in a production of Camelot as Horrid. This increased my local fame dramatically. Along the way, people who are interested try to remember or write down "bergamasco" so that they may look it up later. Well, now, folks, here it is. You wanted more of me and I am prepared to share.

The Journey Begins

2007-09-09T11:55:00.000-04:00

A dog's journey is one of friendship, of learning, of olfactory exploration, of treats, and of love. My life is not so different from any other dog's; I walk, I sniff, I eat, I spread my scent, I enjoy a good rest on a couch now and then. Somehow, though, I am living a different sort of life than the average good dog. I've been across the country 3 times. I have rolled in sand on the beautiful beaches of San Diego, Redwood Park, Nova Scotia, New Jersey, New England. I have explored the forests of New Hampshire, Oklahoma, the Adirondaks, New Mexico, Rocky Mountains, Tahoe, and more. I have slept in the great outdoors, resting my nose on the gentle, cool breezes. I have spread my weary bones on the elegant rugs of bed and breakfasts, of romantic inns, of scent-rich Super 8's.

You might think that all this travel would be stressful, even for a dog in his prime. At times, I'll admit, right before leaving on a trip, I feel an excitement bordering on anxiety. But then, once in my back seat, a joy settles in my soul. It isn't that I love being in the car. I'm not one of those to jump at the word, "ride." Instead, mine is a love of the adventure itself - the wondering - is this a long trip or a trip to one of my usual jaunts? - will this be an all day affair? In any case, for me, the car is the gateway to my exploration of a universe filled with interesting people, beautiful wooded trails, and a rich life.

This blog will be a travel journal of sorts; a diary of my journeys large and small. I'm hoping to include pictures of the people I meet and the stunning sights I witness. Let's face it, I'm unique and people tend to want to know more about me. This will give my fans a way to understand my breed. It will give my friends a way to more deeply relate to me and understand the enormity of my journey.