As my loyal and faithful followers know, I go EVERYWHERE with My Dad. I have a reputation as an “autonomous” Border collie…I know what is about to happen, and I act accordingly. Going bye-bye in the car means I walk out of the apartment, right to the Scion xB, My Dad opens the rear driver’s side door and I hop up. Automatic. I know what is going on. I don’t have to instructed or commanded to accomplish the normal, simple, routine parts of life. I get it. When My Dad is out on his assignments as a private investigator, I watch everything. I alert him to cars too close to the Scion xB, to strangers approaching the car, to Canada geese, to most canines. And My Dad always says, “Good boy.” I like to be told I am a “good boy.” Allow me to bring you up to date on my adventures with my life, friends, and special interests.
In March, My Dad and I took six hours of additional training with Rainbow Animal Assisted Therapy (RAAT) and I passed their registry test…easy stuff.
In April, My Dad spent a couple of hours with Kenosha County, WI Sheriff’s Department investigators on a confidential matter. We then stopped at the Kenosha County Airport for a photo-op near an Antonov AN-2.
HR-ARK, an Antonov AN-2 single engine Soviet built plane. Production of this type started in, get this, 1946! This one looks a bit forlorn with a ragged vertical stabilizer and tires sinking into the turf.
During a foray to downtown Chicago, My Dad made me pose in front of the “honorary” Armenian Consulate located in an exotic rug shop…really!
On the way back to the Scion xB, a quick photo-op at the FAMOUS Gene & Georgetti Restaurant. Best steaks in the City. Unfortunately, we did not stop for a meal…
This past weekend, we (My Dad and I working together) were investigating a creep-o-zoid who lived in Uptown, around Wilson and Broadway. After we finished our inquiries, we drove south to the Wrigley Field area for some additional visits and photo-ops.
An example of, “it’s not always the dog who is photo-bombing.”
For the Cubs being in St. Louis (getting swept) this weekend, there was A LOT of activity going on at Wrigley. Restaurants were busy, the Wrigley Run had just finished up, and many dogs were out with their owners, like I care. Ian, one of the Wrigley Field Security dudes, wanted to pet me, and My Dad turned it into a photo-op.
“Hey, Ian, it’s me, MAGIC! What’s happenin’??? Am I photogenic, or what?
The MUSIC BOX Theater opened in 1929. An integral part of the busy and thriving Southport Avenue commercial district several blocks west of Wrigley Field.
I had some friends over in my spacious back-yard for some play time, bitey-face, chase me-chase you, and dust-ups.
The Pointy-Prick squad…ears that is. CASH, an ACD mix is in the foreground. OZZIE, who looks like a chocolate lab in a German Shepherd body and head is to my right. Tongues hangin’ out means everyone is having a good time!
