Spotted: Bakerella’s Pop Stars

30 06 2011

This is the inaugural installment of a new little feature here on Green Eggs and Hamlet.  Hamlet and I have named it “Spotted” because that’s what it’s all about – spotting Boston Terriers from all over the globe internet.  Hamlet wasn’t wild about the name because he thought some folks might be confused into thinking we were somehow referencing a dog’s spots but I assured him that our readers are smart people and would not be so easily confused.  My apologies if you are confused but just read the previous two sentences again and I’m sure you’ll get it worked out.  Atta girl!  The other great thing about Spotted is that it’s kind of a fun way to highlight other blogs and websites.  They’re not necessarily dog-centric but hopefully bring a little amusement into your life.  Heck, you might even find a new favorite blog.

If you read blogs and like baked goods then surely you’ve heard of the wonderful Bakerella.  She recently beefed up a feature on her blog that she calls Pop Stars in which she posts photos of reader-submitted cake pops.  Bakerella did a recent round-up of some of the cake pop goodness and lo and behold a reader named Monica submitted Boston Terrier cake pops!

(Click photo for source)

If you’ve been living under a cake-deprived rock and don’t know what a cake pop is, you can read more about them in Bakerella’s very first cake pop post.  I made cake pops – thanks to Bakerella – last summer for my brother and sister-in-law’s engagement party but mine didn’t turn out nearly as pretty as Bakerella’s.  I think it would definitely be something that improved with practice.  Or so I thought.  My mom and I made another batch last summer to bring to a baby shower and my mom had the awesome idea to make them cube shaped and decorate them as baby blocks.  They looked ok (marginal, not great, but passable), until we were walking down the street in the 100 degree heat and cake pops started dropping from their sticks like flies.  “Too hot!” they yelled.  “I’m jumping from this styrofoam ship!”  Anyway, if you plan to make cake pops, be sure they’re nice and cool before you take them out for a walk.

Bakerella even has a cake pop book, Cake Pops: Tips, Tricks, and Recipes for More than 40 Irresistible Mini Treats, that I can vouch is super awesome because my super awesome mother gave it to me for Christmas.  It has tips (obviously, the word “tips” is in the title!) as well as step-by-step guides for creating a bunch of different cake pops (think everything from bumblebees to snowmen).

What do you think of Monica’s Boston Terrier cake pops?  How talented is Bakerella?  How are you feeling about this new Spotted feature?  Tell me all about it in the comments and I’ll say something nice about you out loud.


Take Your Dog to Work Day Fail

21 06 2011

As I’m sure many of you know, today is Take Your Dog to Work Day.  According to the Take Your Dog to Work Day website, TYDTW Day, “was created to celebrate the great companions dogs make and to encourage their adoption from humane societies, animal shelters and breed rescue clubs. This annual event asks pet lovers to celebrate the humane-canine bond and promote pet adoption by encouraging their employers to support TYDTWDay by opening their workplace to employees’ four-legged friends on this one special day.”  You know that I certainly support pet adoption from animal shelters and breed rescue clubs (hello, MidAmerica Boston Terrier Rescue!) but what you may not know is that I totally failed to participate in Take Your Dog to Work Day this year.  I didn’t bring Hamlet to work today.  I didn’t work from home so I could be with him.  I didn’t even set up a live streaming webcam so we can log on and watch his housebound antics him sleep all day.  FAIL!

I’m sure you’re wondering why a dog lover like me and someone who has participated in TYDTW Day in the past wouldn’t participate this year.  The answer is that I brought him to work on Tuesday, June 21.  No, I didn’t get my dates mixed up and think that June 21 was TYDTW Day.  Tuesday happened to be a day when my two bosses were out of town on business so there were less people in the office and I thought it would be fun to bring Hamlet in to meet the new people we’ve recently hired.  Last night I remembered that today is TYDTW Day but decided that Hamlet had already been to the office once this week and I shouldn’t push my luck.  Yes, push my luck, because TechnicallyDogsAren’tAllowedInOurOfficeBuilding.  (That’s my way of running the words together and writing that really fast in the hopes that no one notices I’ve been breaking the rules all this time when I bring him to work.)  Oh yeah, and please don’t tell the landlord/property management company of my office building.  Hopefully this explains why I didn’t bring Ham to work today, of all days when his presence would have been (fingers crossed, if the landlord didn’t stop by) celebrated.

But now the fun part!  I snapped a few pics the other day when Hamlet was in the office so we can all pretend that he’s here today.  I even have a food and water dishes under my desk; well, not really because that would definitely be filed under “Crazy Dog Lady” but I’m just trying to extend the make believe.  Anyway, on to the pictures.  I know you’re all just here for the pictures of the Boston Terrier anyway.  My ramblings just get in the way.  Feel free to skip my ramblings, enjoy the pics, and post a lovely, pithy, exceedingly complimentary comment at the bottom.  Of course if you’re skipping the ramblings then you won’t have read this.  Oh well, picture time!

Hamlet often sits in my lap while at work.  He’s small enough that I can place my arms on either side of him and still access my keyboard and mouse.  He’s also small enough that I can see over him.  Until he decides to climb on the desk and see what all the fuss is about.


"If I had opposable thumbs I could type 150 words per minute. And use the mouse...or eat it."

Ham loves to be under things, whether the coffee table at home or a blanket.  So I set up his camp underneath my desk.


"Just call me George Costanza, napping under my desk."

Later on he made it clear that he wanted to nap in the middle of the action, so as not to miss anything (even while napping he can apparently absorb the surrounding action).  Yes, he travels with his food and water dishes, red rubber squeaky mouse, and favorite bone.  There’s not much playing with toys when there are 12 new people to smell and their desks to scour for crumbs.


"Wake me up when someone comes into your cubicle."

That’s it for the Very Close to the Real Take Your Dog to Work Day But Not Quite the Real Take Your Dog to Work Day.  I wish I had a picture of what Hamlet looked like when I returned from lunch.  My co-worker Alison LOVES Hamlet and offered to watch him for ten minutes while I went to grab a Chipotle chicken burrito bowl (I could eat one of those things every darn day).  I got back to find a telephone cord tied to Hamlet’s collar, Alison holding the other end, and Hamlet eagerly leaping at every person who so much as breathed in his general direction.  Turns out Hamlet kept trying to run for the door, Alison couldn’t find his leash (it was in the cabinet in my cubicle), and she used a telephone cord to rein him in.  Don’t worry, the telephone cord was unplugged and he was safe and sound.  Alison has two Boxers of her own so she knows a thing or two about wrangling excited dogs.

What are you doing for Take Your Dog to Work Day?  Or is every day Take Your Dog to Work Day for you (if so, just color me jealous!)?

Friday Funny: But I’m 21 In Dog Years

17 06 2011

Hamlet tried to get into each and every casino we walked by in Cripple Creek, Colorado.  Unfortunately dog years don’t count.

Memorial Day Weekend Camping Trip, Part 2

15 06 2011

Warning: this post is mostly filled with pictures of Hamlet sticking his head out of the car window as the wilderness rolls by as well as the ramblings-on of me.  Now that you’ve been fairly warned, let’s move on to the rest of our Memorial Day weekend camping trip recap (read part 1 here).

Saturday night in the tent was a loud one for me.  I don’t know if I dreamed half of it (or all of it) or if it really happened but the blowing wind seemed to play tricks on my mind. I swear at two different times airplanes sounded like they were flying overhead but only about 100 feet overhead.  I woke Mike up after the second one and explained that there was an airport nearby.  Now that I know was definitely dreaming but where the noises came from or if they were real or only my imagination turning the wind into something else, I do not know.

In any case, we woke up on Sunday morning feeling good and packed up our camp. Hamlet seemed less than interested in eating his food. Rather, he was eager to roll around in neighboring fire pits (Mike saw him pop out of one at one point) and have us remove the cactus needles from his paws.  He never seemed to learn that the pokey plants were good ones to stay away from.  I even pulled one cactus needle from his chin. Don’t worry, they were small, thin needles and didn’t cause him any harm. He didn’t even whine or bark when they were in his skin; he would just stand still until one of us realized he’d been needled and went to remove it.

We got on the road early, having only eaten trail mix for breakfast and planning to stop for lunch at a restaurant in Colorado Springs we’d seen on the drive down.  Our drive up Shadow Canyon was beautiful, just like the drive down Shelft Road had been the day before.  We saw more cows and a few people who had pulled over on the side of the road and set up their camps by the creek.  Had we known this was a possibility we probably would have done that instead of staying at the campground.

The ride was filled with Johnny Cash and June Carter duets and me playing certain songs (“It Ain’t Me, Babe”, “Jackson”, “Long-Legged Guitar Pickin’ Man”, etc.) on repeat three or four times in a row, much to Mike’s amusement/annoyance, as well as forcing Mike to sing Johnny’s part while I sang June’s.  We also picked out plots of land we thought looked good for our “retirement ranch.”

Also, Hamlet pretty much refused to sit in the backseat so he sat on my lap and stretched and craned his neck and reached his paws onto the windowsill so he could get the best possible view from the passenger window.  For some reason I thought this was highly amusing and took four thousand pictures of it. I’ve whittled those down to a choice few.





Since we were on a back country byway dirt road we were driving pretty slow to begin with but when Hamlet got really eager about looking out the window and looked as if he might crawl out of the window, Mike slowed way down to a virtual crawl.  Safety first!

We drove through ye olde mining town of Victor on our way back to Cripple Creek. I felt like a bad Coloradoan (and a native one at that) as well as a bad granddaughter of a mining engineer, having never even heard of Victor. The highlight for me was apparently seeing this building that was erected in 1899 because it’s the only picture I have of Victor. Keep in mind, though, we didn’t even stop there, just literally drove through.



Then we saw some cool mining landscapes, of which I really wished I could ask my Grandad about (unfortunately he passed away some years ago). Yes, I know I could Google it but typing it into a search engine is just not nearly as satisfying and enjoyable as learning about something from a loved one who lived it firsthand.  Plus, Grandad served in World War II so it was nice to think of him on Memorial Day weekend and wonder what the cool mining hill was and how it got formed and think fondly of Grandad.  I think it looks so pretty, the gray sand and stone against the bright blue sky.


We reached Cripple Creek and decided to get out and walk around the main street. We let Hamlet stretch his legs and take a bathroom break and sniff every inch of the three block span and try to enter every casino that we passed (Cripple Creek is one of a couple of towns in Colorado where you can gamble).

The main street was lined with American flags.  Paired with the brightest, clearest of blue skies, it made for quite a patriotic scene.  Unfortunately I had trouble capturing it on my cell phone camera.  This is the best I could do.


I thought this old painted Colt sign was really cool.


There was a cute little choo-choo train in Cripple Creek.  I couldn’t figure out if it was still used in the mining operation or if it was just a tourist attraction but it was neat either way.  And the sound of the whistle just added to the whole western mining town ambiance.  And yes, I said “choo-choo train.”


They sure make a handsome pair.



If you see a place called The Brass Ass with a donkey’s tucus in the window, you stop and take a picture.  Even if your face is swollen and your dog is eager to enter the casino and gamble.  You just do it.


We had to get Hamlet’s picture with this donkey.  Hamlet looked leery but the donkey was cool with it.


This is sort of an inside joke in my family because we have similar pictures of all of us next to a similar statue in Grand Lake, CO.  So if you’re not hip to the inside joke, then just enjoy this weird picture of me striking my bear pose and if you are hip to the inside joke, then you’re welcome.


We put Ham in the car and decided to gamble for a few minutes (few being the operative word as we didn’t want to leave Hamlet in the car for more than a few minutes, although it was nice and cool).  After checking out a few of the casinos, we settled on The Brass Ass, much to my enjoyment (because it meant more occasion to say “The Brass Ass”).  Then, to further our enjoyment we promptly won $37.50 playing blackjack.  Our practice session at the campground picnic table the night before really paid off!  Mind you, this was during about six minutes of play so we were pretty happy.  We put the money in the gas/food fund and called it good.

This is the face you make as a winner.  Happy face!


The drive to Colorado Springs seemed to take eons, probably because my trail mix from breakfast and Dixie cup of Diet Coke from The Brass Ass were not doing much to tide me over. Plus, I was just so eager to hit up the restaurant we’d seen on the drive down – Rudy’s General Store.  We didn’t even know what kind of food they served, it jut looked like an awesome place, a place that was perfect for road trip food.

Rudy’s did not disappoint. Turns out it was barbecue. I didn’t even care that we were headed to my mom and Steve’s house in a matter of hours for a family get together with pulled pork, I was going to barbecue it up!

Mike parked the car while I did recon inside. This consisted of asking an employee whether dogs were allowed on their patio, expecting to be told “no,” and hardly believing it when she said, “yes, as long as you’re on the outdoor patio.”  I called Mike because the smell of roasted meats made me lazy and I didn’t want to walk the 27 feet to the car.  His response, “wow, the Springs seems way cooler about dogs.”  (We have a hard time finding places in Denver where Ham is allowed on the patio, even though dogs and Denver go together like Shelley and campfire hot dogs.)

We left Hamlet in the car for five minutes with a fresh bowl of water and the windows down while we ordered at the counter in Rudy’s.  For the record, we do not usually leave Hamlet in the car in the summertime for fear of overheating.  This was an exception because it was literally five minutes and we knew we were going to retrieve him directly.  Had it been any other case, we would have gotten our Rudy’s to go.


Thankfully, Rudy didn’t disappoint us.  I’m not a barbecue aficionado, merely a normal enjoyer of it, so don’t usually ooh and ahh or discuss the finer points of wet rub versus dry.  However, this barbecue was fantastic.  I’m sad (or maybe relieved) that Rudy’s is about an hour from our house because otherwise I fear I could develop quite the little habit.

We sat on the outdoor patio with Hamlet and gave him a big bowl of water, as it was quite warm.  Mike had the sausage link sandwich and I had the beef brisket sandwich and we split sides of coleslaw and potato salad.  The coleslaw was decent but the potato salad was the star of the show.  Plus, we had chocolate pudding for dessert.  Hamlet got to sample some of my brisket and by the way he slurped it down and then licked his chops for six straight minutes afterward, I’d say he thoroughly loved it.

After Rudy’s it was a pretty quick jaunt up I-25 back to Denver. We had to stop for gas and I must say that paying for lunch and some of a tank of gas with money that was won rather than earned was pretty sweet.  In the most un-shocking news, Hamlet slept most of the way home.


We showered at home, picked up coleslaw at KFC (because we’re classy like that) and enjoyed the afternoon and evening at my mom and Steve’s house with my brothers, sisters-in-law, and favorite niece.  The evening finished with a walk with Hamlet up to the ice cream store where I enjoyed a cup of strawberry, Mike had a waffle cone of butter pecan, and Hamlet had none because I’m pretty sure it would give him the runs.  And cleaning up dog ‘rrhea is no way to spend Memorial Day weekend.

Memorial Day Weekend Camping Trip, Part 1

15 06 2011

As I’m sure you know, Memorial Day weekend was a few weekends ago.  Yes, I’m behind on my blog posts.  Let’s all agree that late is better than never and move on, yes?  Yes.  Ok, onward.

For Memorial Day weekend the boy and I contemplated camping at the Great Sand Dunes in southern Colorado.  Fun fact: while typing “dunes” I usually type “dunces” and have to go back and fix it.  However, we decided with our lack of planning (would we have a place to camp since we didn’t reserve a site?) and the long drive (4 hours) we were better suited for a one night camping trip rather than the whole weekend.  So, apologies if the post title lured you in and you now feel totally duped.

We left Denver the afternoon of Saturday May 28 and returned late Sunday afternoon. Mike looked in one of his off-roading books and found a loop called Shelf Road / Shadow Canyon and we used that as our destination.  We wanted to go to southern Colorado rather than western (as many people do over holiday weekends) because a) we wanted to avoid the crowds and I-70 traffic, b) we hoped to avoid the rain and col weather that Denver and the mountains to the west had been experiencing, and c) it was a little something different and far enough away that it really felt like we were getting away.

So we packed Hamlet, our camping things, and set off in the Subaru (normally we off road in Mike’s Jeep but this off road “trail” was rated easy, which translates to a dirt road that any car can drive on), made a few stops (hello Coleman outlet, Chik-fil-a) and drove south toward Cripple Creek.  Until Cripple Creek we drove on highways but then took a smaller county road and eventually turned onto the dirt road, Shelf Road, that would be the southern half of our loop.  Apparently we were on the Gold Belt Tour, part of the Bureau of Land Management’s National Back Country Byway.  Who knew?


Welcome to the Gold Belt Tour. Hamlet will be your guide.

We drove through some beautiful country.  The scenic drive, getting away from the city, and enjoying each other’s company were the goals here.  Mission accomplished.  The nice thing about driving on a seldom-traveled dirt road back country byway is that you can make your boyfriend stop the car in the middle of the road until you get the perfect picture of various scenery.


Window Rock.


Part of Shelf Road.

Or if the driver has a better view of Cripple Creek at the bottom of the canyon, he’ll stop the car so you can jump out and take a look for yourself.  He’s such a nice guy like that.


Best co-captain ever.

We had a pretty good navigator too, although he was easily distracted by the cows.  We saw a lot of cows grazing (and sometimes crossing the road) off of Shelf Road and I kept saying, “what a great place to be a cow.”


Hamlet wasn't sure what to make of the cows. But he sure was interested.

I spent my time enjoying the view.  And sometimes wrangling Hamlet into a sitting position on my lap.  Other times taking photos.  And other times looking like a goofball while having my photo taken.


Happy Memorial Day! I celebrate by making this toothy grin.

We really felt like we got away from it all.  We didn’t see very many other cars while we were on Shelf Road.  It was a great way to remember our service men and women who fought for our country.  Enjoying nature always makes me appreciate life.  Sound corny but it’s true.

We drove on Shelf Road south all the way to Cañon City (helloooo, prisons!), then turned back north, this time taking the Shadow Canyon route.  We found a great private campground and rented a site for the night.  They had a swimming pool, bathrooms with showers, firewood, and lots of space.  It seemed like a great spot, especially for those who used it as a base camp and ventured during the day to raft or mountain bike.  We didn’t use all of the fancy amenities but did get a hearty welcome from the proprietor.

As we started to set up camp I took Hamlet for a walk around our campsite so he could stretch his legs, go to the bathroom, etc. after being in the car for quite a while.  The three little girls in the site across from ours immediately made friends with him and loved petting him, talking to him, and oohing and ahhing to their parents about the “cute puppy.”  Sorry, no pictures of any of this because I apparently had no brain in my head once we stopped the car and I started thinking about the hot dogs we planned to roast on the fire.  Also, I drank two room temperature Coors originals and I think that could make any person forget things.  Not because I was drunk but because I drank room temperature beer.  Yeah, we planned to get an awesome new wheelie cooler from the Coleman outlet but it was a total bust.

The tent was pitched, Hamlet had his coat on, I changed into warm clothes (although blessedly it wasn’t one of those freezing your tush off camping experiences), and we tried playing cards.  I say “tried” because a) Mike and I couldn’t think of very many two person card games, b) the ones we could remember we couldn’t remember the rules of, and c) the cards kept blowing off the picnic table because of the breeze.  So we played blackjack for a while then I quizzed Mike on card counting.  Wait, that makes it sound like I know what I’m doing and I’m the one teaching him, which couldn’t be further from the truth.  He knows what he’s doing and I was just the dufus doofus how the heck is that spelled? idiot who flipped cards over and told Mike when we was right.

Mike built a fantastic fire with some help from me.  Hey, someone has to twist up newspaper and insert it as kindling.  That same someone also has to light the matches and then hold them to said kindling too closely and in the wind so that the matches blow out.  In my defense, it was a little windy but thankfully I have love handles to help block the wind.  Unfortunately Hamlet is scared of fires, whether fantastic or not.  So he kept about a 20 foot distance from it at all times.  Next came hot dog roasting.  We grilled them on a skewer over the campfire and they were delicious.  Even the first two that I did where the insides weren’t hot (just lukewarm).  Because my philosophy is anything cooked over an open flame tastes better.  No, we didn’t roast marshmallows or make s’mores because…we just decided not to (please see four sentences previously about my wind-blocking love handles).  I could end the post right here, because really that’s all you need in life – a scenic drive with your partner in crime and your best dog and camping and eating delicious hot dogs.  Emphasis on the flame grilled hot dogs.

However, I will wrap this up by writing that Hamlet went to bed (he might still feel just so-so about camping in general) in the tent while Mike and I stayed up talking.  He drank more warm Coors original (the man loves his Coors O) while I hoovered trail mix and we talked about stuff.  I don’t even remember much of what we talked about – although we did play a few rounds of 20 Questions in which I referenced Mike’s family’s trip to Gatlinburg, TN to see the World’s Fair – but I just remember that it was fun and we stood together and watched the fire die out and then went to sleep.

Workin’ at the Car Wash

14 06 2011

A couple of weeks ago, the boy, Hamlet, and I went to my mom and stepdad’s (Steve) house to wash the boy’s Jeep.  We go to their house because they have a driveway, a hose, and plenty of space to maneuver, none of which are the case at our apartment complex.  Hamlet and I mostly sat around and told Mike which spots were still dirty.  Scratch that.  I bopped around taking pictures with my cell phone, while occasionally soaping, scrubbing, or applying tire cleaner but mostly telling Mike when he missed a spot.  Hamlet just laid around and enjoyed being outdoors.

At first Hamlet seemed mildly interested in Mike washing the car.


"Whatcha doing?"

But he quickly got bored.


"Yeah I already saw, he's washing the car. Be sure to get the windows well so I can see out of them clearly."

I also quickly got bored so started posing Hamlet in my hat.


Hamlet, turn around, I can't quite see your face.


Ah, that's better. But try not to look so embarrassed.

Then Hamlet spotted the woodpecker that made its home in the tree in the front yard, much to Steve’s delight and my mom’s chagrin.


This woodpecker was quickly scared away by errant water droplets from the hose. (No, we didn't spray it right at him, we're not those kind of people!)

Hamlet heard some rustling in the grass, found a Garter snake (non-poisonous for anyone not in the know), and chased it into the bush.


"Gotcha! Oh wait..."


"Oh! Now you're over there!"


"I'll just wait here til you're ready to come out."

Hamlet waited for a looooooong time for the snake to reappear.  From time to time he’d think he heard the snake and would pounce once again but never found him.  Then he decided that all that snake chasing gave him snake cooties and he must get rid of them.


"Scratching my back on the bark will get rid of the snake cooties."


"Now I'll use my foot to slightly reposition..."


"Ooooh yeah, that's the spot."


"What? A guy's gotta scratch."


"And I've reached Nirvana."

By this time my mom (a.k.a. Grammy) and Steve (a.k.a. Grandad) had returned home from their errands.  Hamlet and I went inside with them and while Hamlet enjoyed gratuitous attention from his grandparents, I enjoyed homemade iced tea and sparkling conversation with my mom.  Then about 15.5 hours later Mike was done washing, waxing, sparkling, buffing, and loving his Jeep so we could go home.  (Just kidding, Mike, you did a great job on the Jeep and I hope I can convince you to wash and wax my Subaru next.)


"My work here is done."

Close Call Turns Out to Be Nothing

3 06 2011

A couple of weeks ago Hamlet and I took our usual evening walk around our apartment complex.  There is an open space in the middle of the complex that we call the dog park because people from the complex take their dogs there to let them off leash and play together.  It is not truly a dog park, just an informal place for dogs to get together and enough space where they can run around to their hearts’ content.

I just planned to take Hamlet on a quick jaunt through the “dog park” because no one is usually there at 6:30 p.m. (although at 5:30, watch out, it’s “yappy hour”).  Upon getting closer to the open space I saw a Boston Terrier so of course we went to say hello.

She was a little brindle girl by the name of Mindy.  I’d never seen her around the complex before but she was just the cutest little thing, about two inches shorter than Hamlet and probably five pounds lighter.  I was chatting with the owner and said that Hamlet was friendly and he said Mindy and the other two dogs were also as far as he knew.  Turns out the Boston is his roommate’s dog and the other two belong to her parents.

I let Hamlet off his leash and he immediately took off, zooming around the open space.  The other three dogs were in tow, barking and chasing him.  Hamlet is used to being one of the faster dogs in the apartment complex (or at dog parks).  Most of the other dogs are usually bigger breeds like Labs and while they’re wagging their tails and tongues and spying where the next Chuckit throw is coming from, he’s able to run by them or out-maneuver them.  Or maybe they let him out-maneuver.  In any case, little Mindy gave Hamlet a run for his money.  She was chasing him, caught up to him, did some cool move I can only assume she learned in her black belt karate class, and had Hamlet toppled over and splayed on the ground in a matter of seconds.

Hamlet was bewildered for a half a second but quickly recovered and acted like the trooper he is, got up and ran away before you would even know that he’d just had his butt kicked by a girl.  But as he ran by I saw red streaks in the white fur on his neck.  It’s probably every dog owner’s worst nightmare to see blood on their dog while at the dog park.  Whose is it?  How did it happen?  Is everyone ok?  Are those people going to sue me?  But I don’t even have any money.  Maybe I can pay them in baked goods.  And so on.

I grabbed Ham before he could zoom off again and he seemed totally unaware that he’d been injured.  He made no sound, exhibited no signs of pain or even mild discomfort and cared only about being let loose to challenge Mindy to another race.  Upon closer inspection I couldn’t find the source of the spots of blood, so deemed it “just a scratch,” and wiped off the blood.  After checking with Mindy’s caretaker to make sure she was all right, I let Hamlet back out there.  They ran around a bit more and then Mindy and company left shortly after so we saddled up (in our household that’s what we call putting the leash on Hamlet) and walked home.

Just to explain how minor this ended up being, I snapped a few photos with my cell phone (apologies for some blurriness).  I don’t even know if these pictures allow you to see anything other than normal Boston Terrier-ness, which is a good thing (no one was hurt), right?  I would give you ample warning if I thought these photos might make you squeamish but honestly there isn’t any blood (just pink spots that you may not even notice if I didn’t point them out), no open wounds, nothing scary or sad or horrible, just a Boston Terrier ready for a nap.


Just to the right of his ear, you can see a pinkish smudge on his white fur.


A few pinkish spots on his neck. Ignore the rarely-used Jillian Michaels DVD and hand weights in the background, I certainly do!


A close up view of the pink spots, but no injury. All is well.


A pink tinge on his neck was all Hamlet incurred. This washed off with soap and water and he's A-ok.


When he strikes this pose we always joke, "who killed the dog?" because he's so tired he just lays perfectly still. No injuries, he was just pooped from running around with the other dogs.

After this closer inspection at home, I still couldn’t find so much as a scratch on Ham, much less anything that was still bleeding.  I cleaned up his neck with some soap and water and everything looked dandy (thank goodness!).  Now I’m wondering if maybe Mindy had a cut in her mouth and when she nipped him during her mixed martial arts takedown that she simply leaked some blood onto him.

In any case, the most important thing is that Hamlet and the other dogs are ok.  And also that Hamlet learned that while he may be small and fast there is still smaller and faster.  I think he might have a crush on that Mindy.

Have you ever had any injury close calls at the dog park?  Has your dog been put in its place by an unassuming karate afficionado competitor?  Ham is waiting with panting breath to hear the details.