
Albert The Greyhound thanks Sari and Bryan for being the catalysts behind today's extra, unscheduled walk.

Albert The Greyhound resembles a monk in his hooded raincoat. Today Brother Albert visits the Cathedral of St Paul. Who is worshipping whom?

Albert The Greyhound is optimistic. Mom's cooking and Dad's cleaning. This could mean only one thing: Company for dinner! A captive audience! They might not know the "rules" about "people food." Yay!

Albert The Greyhound performed a tail-ectomy on the giant stuffed chipmunk he received for his birthday. Both chipmunk and tail are doing as well as could be expected.

Albert The Greyhound turns 11 today. In lieu of a gift, please send a donation to your local greyhound adoption group. However. If you insist, I like meat, apples, toast, muffins, cheese, butter, novelty rawhide, ordinary rawhide, squeaky toys, slow-moving squirrels, slow-moving cats, rabbits (any speed), and long walks in the park.

Albert The Greyhound normally wouldn't break out the debonair superpowers of the red jacket until November. But this snowy October calls for drastic measures. Cathedral Hill needs to be cheered and delighted rather desperately today.

Albert The Greyhound has an upset tummy. Which is especially tragic because Al loves food more than anything. More than Mommy. More than ear scritches. More than a condominium full of adoring ladies. He is bearing up bravely, though, and making do with pitifully small portions of rice-and-Pedialyte gruel.

Albert The Greyhound doesn't "get" the "humor" of being photographed with the Minnesota Centennial Showboat in the background. Oh sure, showboat = showboat. But how is that funny?

Albert The Greyhound thinks this Twin Cities compendium of dog-friendly businesses is nice, if a bit redundant, since the world is already arrayed to Albert's liking and for Albert's convenience. Most of the time.
Source: sidewalkdog.com

Albert The Greyhound
Why, yes, I am fascinating: http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/13/books/ review/Schine-t.html?nl=books&emc=booksu pdateema3
Book Review - 'Inside of a Dog - What Dogs See, Smell, and Know,' by Alexandra Horowitz - Review - N
Source: www.nytimes.com
A cognitive scientist leads a tour of the sensations and thought processes of dogs.

Albert The Greyhound went to the Arlington Arkwright off-leash park today just to pee on stuff and be admired. Missions accomplished.
Source: www.stpaul.gov
Off-Leash Dog Park

Albert The Greyhound is understandably huffy. Ellen snatched from his jaws the half-eaten Gala apple he found on the table next to her favorite chair. Clearly, she was done with it. Clearly, he hunted and captured it fair and square. Does the expression "finders, keepers" mean nothing to these people? Sheesh!

Albert The Greyhound has dumpster breath. No, it's worse than that. It's seafood restaurant dumpster breath. In August.

Albert The Greyhound thinks he should have shown Debby and Rich around the urban wildlife wonderland that is Lake Como--with its great blue herons, wood ducks, muskrats, monarch butterflies, birds the size of dragonflies, and dragonflies the size of birds.


























