Monday, July 30, 2012
Excuse me Car
Excuse me Car, but I know you have some water inside. I am hot and thirsty. Could you please open up so I could have a drink?
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Down to the Beach
Down to the Beach... Down to the Beach... We're going down to the Beach!
I'm a happy Dog - I'm at the Beach!
I love my Beach.
I'm a happy Dog - I'm at the Beach!
I love my Beach.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Waiting for Simon
My person wanted to play with Ball. My person wanted to do Training. My person wanted me to lie beside her in the grass.
I was too busy waiting for Simon.
And then, finally, Simon came.
We had to work for a while, with other dogs who were a little bit grouchy. But it was worth it because afterwards we got to play!
And dog-friend rat-hunter Dixie too.
But Simon is my favourite friend.
Friday, July 27, 2012
Cat named Keisha
Today we said good-bye to the cat named Keisha.
The cat named Keisha once told me that she had known my person forever and ever, a long time before I was even born. She and my person loved each other very much.
Here is the cat named Keisha when she was very little.
My person got her from a place called SPCA, which is where Dogs and Cats go when they don't have people to love them, and there they wait to find a forever home. When my person found her at SPCA, the cat named Keisha was too little to be away from her mom-cat yet, and the Vet said that's why there was white showing around her eyes.
But Momma B fed her and loved her and fed her some more, and she began to grow.
And grow.
And grow. Until she got very round.
She lived with Momma B even before Momma B found the rest of our people. Back then, they moved from place to place all the time. The cat named Keisha did not like moving, but she went wherever her person went. They took care of each other.
Then they met the rest of my family - Momma C, my littlest person, and the cats named Jericho and Jack. These new people loved her, and she loved them too. Especially when they would sit or lie still on the couch and she would snuggle on top of them.
The cat named Keisha was a happy kitty. She was not afraid of me, or of any Dog. She loved all people, and liked to sit on the laps of any person who came to visit.
Her favourite things were:
Eating
Cuddling on laps and getting petted
Chasing cat treats
Sitting on the back porch in the sunshine
Being wherever the people were
She was bold. She went where she wanted, and did what she wanted to. The people always said, "Keisha has attitude".
Then she got very sick. There was badness growing in her body. She became less-round. She made many trips to the horrible-no-good-very-bad place called Vet.
There was badness growing in her lungs. This badness spread to her paws.
She had something called "surgery", and when she healed, she was like a kitten again. She ran and she played. She sat in the sunshine. She cuddled with the people.
And then the badness started to spread again. The people said, "It's time."
They called the Vet.
This morning, while we all waited for Vet to come help the cat named Keisha, the cat named Jack stayed very close. He kept her company. He was very gentle.
Then Vet came. Keisha got very still and quiet, and her body stopped hurting. The people hugged her and petted her.
And then she went to sleep.
Jack went back to his cat-tree-sleep-hole.
The people cried.
They brought me to see Keisha, but by this time she was no longer in her body.
I don't think the people understand this as well as I do. We're alive, and then we're not anymore. We leave our bodies. This is called Dead. But dead isn't a bad word, it's just another state of being.
In this state, Keisha doesn't hurt anymore. She is free.
Good-bye, cat named Keisha. Your family loves you. Safe journeys.
Keisha ~ November 1999 - July 27, 2012
The cat named Keisha once told me that she had known my person forever and ever, a long time before I was even born. She and my person loved each other very much.
Here is the cat named Keisha when she was very little.
My person got her from a place called SPCA, which is where Dogs and Cats go when they don't have people to love them, and there they wait to find a forever home. When my person found her at SPCA, the cat named Keisha was too little to be away from her mom-cat yet, and the Vet said that's why there was white showing around her eyes.
But Momma B fed her and loved her and fed her some more, and she began to grow.
And grow.
And grow. Until she got very round.
She lived with Momma B even before Momma B found the rest of our people. Back then, they moved from place to place all the time. The cat named Keisha did not like moving, but she went wherever her person went. They took care of each other.
Then they met the rest of my family - Momma C, my littlest person, and the cats named Jericho and Jack. These new people loved her, and she loved them too. Especially when they would sit or lie still on the couch and she would snuggle on top of them.
The cat named Keisha was a happy kitty. She was not afraid of me, or of any Dog. She loved all people, and liked to sit on the laps of any person who came to visit.
Her favourite things were:
Eating
Cuddling on laps and getting petted
Chasing cat treats
Sitting on the back porch in the sunshine
Being wherever the people were
She was bold. She went where she wanted, and did what she wanted to. The people always said, "Keisha has attitude".
Then she got very sick. There was badness growing in her body. She became less-round. She made many trips to the horrible-no-good-very-bad place called Vet.
There was badness growing in her lungs. This badness spread to her paws.
She had something called "surgery", and when she healed, she was like a kitten again. She ran and she played. She sat in the sunshine. She cuddled with the people.
And then the badness started to spread again. The people said, "It's time."
They called the Vet.
This morning, while we all waited for Vet to come help the cat named Keisha, the cat named Jack stayed very close. He kept her company. He was very gentle.
Then Vet came. Keisha got very still and quiet, and her body stopped hurting. The people hugged her and petted her.
And then she went to sleep.
Jack went back to his cat-tree-sleep-hole.
The people cried.
They brought me to see Keisha, but by this time she was no longer in her body.
I don't think the people understand this as well as I do. We're alive, and then we're not anymore. We leave our bodies. This is called Dead. But dead isn't a bad word, it's just another state of being.
In this state, Keisha doesn't hurt anymore. She is free.
Good-bye, cat named Keisha. Your family loves you. Safe journeys.
Keisha ~ November 1999 - July 27, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Speargrass, clouds, walk and ball
Nature has taken away the sun. This is nice for me because I am not so hot, and I can run and play more. And it's still nice for the people too, because it's still warm enough for them and their fur-less bodies. And less sun means that they don't turn that funny shade of red, either.
This is something called spear grass.
The people say that it is very dangerous to dogs. They say that it if gets stuck on our bodies, it can go all the way into our eyes, ears, lungs or brain.
I do not like the sound of this, so when my person tells me to leave the grass alone, I listen.
We played in the grass that has been cut instead.
I am glad that it is less hot today.
This is something called spear grass.
The people say that it is very dangerous to dogs. They say that it if gets stuck on our bodies, it can go all the way into our eyes, ears, lungs or brain.
I do not like the sound of this, so when my person tells me to leave the grass alone, I listen.
We played in the grass that has been cut instead.
I am glad that it is less hot today.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Day time, night time
Yesterday my Bed and my bowl got put in a bag. The bag got put in Truck. Then I got put in Truck too, in the back seat with my people in the front seat.
We had a medium-long drive. When we got out we were at a new place.
The new place had a big building that I was allowed to go inside. There were people and food smells. There was a room that was just for us, but I could smell other people and dogs from before. There were two bowls labelled "DOG" (that's me!), and a blanket for laying on and a towel for my paws.
Most importantly, this new place also had a Beach.
To eat I got regular-kibble-dinner. Then people did leave-dog-in-truck, which is not my favourite thing. They ate yummy-smelly-dinner without me, and didn't even bring any back to share. At least Truck is safe. And I did get special dog cookie. It was okay. The smell was kind of plain, but it was very large!
After darkness, my person took me for a night-walk.
The smells were strong. The air was heavy. I could feel ghost-dogs in the air...
I stayed close to my person and she kept me safe.
We slept in this new place overnight. My bed was close to my people, and I did not have to go into a crate-den. This was a happy thing. I stretched out long on the floor.
Today we did beach-walk again, and now we are home.
At home I asked the Cats what happened while we were away. They said "nothing". So I wonder why sometimes we do this? Why sometimes we go stay at another place, and then come home again?
We had a medium-long drive. When we got out we were at a new place.
The new place had a big building that I was allowed to go inside. There were people and food smells. There was a room that was just for us, but I could smell other people and dogs from before. There were two bowls labelled "DOG" (that's me!), and a blanket for laying on and a towel for my paws.
Most importantly, this new place also had a Beach.
To eat I got regular-kibble-dinner. Then people did leave-dog-in-truck, which is not my favourite thing. They ate yummy-smelly-dinner without me, and didn't even bring any back to share. At least Truck is safe. And I did get special dog cookie. It was okay. The smell was kind of plain, but it was very large!
After darkness, my person took me for a night-walk.
The smells were strong. The air was heavy. I could feel ghost-dogs in the air...
I stayed close to my person and she kept me safe.
We slept in this new place overnight. My bed was close to my people, and I did not have to go into a crate-den. This was a happy thing. I stretched out long on the floor.
Today we did beach-walk again, and now we are home.
At home I asked the Cats what happened while we were away. They said "nothing". So I wonder why sometimes we do this? Why sometimes we go stay at another place, and then come home again?
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