Well, apparently new seeds were growing last year. I would like to introduce my new little brother Luke Skywalker de Louisiana a.k.a. SKY. I gave him the Codename 0012.
Ain’t he something else?! His shelter name was Luke, we added Skywalker. SKY was moved from an overcrowded Louisiana shelter that was not suited for puppies to North Florida. Hence his last name. He is roughly 5 months old and our vet said that he was probably a mix between a Border Collie and Springer Spaniel. SKY has aspirations to become a Jedi Master. When my former agility trainer saw his photo she said, “The Force is strong in this one”. So maybe he’s on his way.
To be honest, I am hoping he can join me on my super-secret missions sometime in the future. With a name like SKY, he should be able to fly, don’t you think? That should come in handy on our Mission Impossibles.
SKY started his tactical training last Friday at headquarters. He has to wait at least a couple of months before he can start any offsite agility training but for now, he can start with the basics at headquarters. It’s a lot of chewing on a bone and sometimes there is a bone of contention but I’ve shown that it can be done. Anyhowls, in the meantime, SKY can prepare for his S.T.A.R. exam. More on all this prep work at a later time. For now, this puppy needs some rest.
Dg. B, a.k.a. 0011
Commander in Chief
It’s the last day of the year; time to reminisce. The woods are a good place for it, especially on a foggy morning. There were some good parts but also tough parts this year especially towards the end with Ms. Zulu going to the rainbow bridge. New seeds are bound to sprout from that which no longer is. We hope that the new year will bring lots of happy new beginnings for all beings small and tall, young and old. Be kind towards one another as well as yourself.
B & A
Hoorah, we survived the Howlidays. Although I’m not too sure about Santa. Yesterday I stumbled upon a sleigh without reindeer and without Santa. I hope the Green Guy didn’t eat the Big Guy. I got my presents so I’m good either way but did you? The Green Guy didn’t look too happy. Do you think it is from indigestion? I asked him if he needed a real Dogtor but he didn’t respond. His partner seemed happy enough though.
A sleigh ride!
Where is Santa?
Are you OK?
Counting down to the New Year,
Follow my nose
Yep, right on course
OK, time for my nap
To deter the post Holidays crash, we went sailing yesterday. For a moment I was worried that I had misplaced my sea legs. Luckily I remembered the guidance of my big Sis Ms. Zulu and I found them. Ms. Zulu always seemed to know what to do; no job was ever too big for her. I have some very big shoes to fill, even though Ms. Zulu’s paws were tiny.
Ms. Zulu, January 2015
With Ms. Zulu shepherding the heavens, I’m now sole captain of the mighty ship in the here and now. Just as Ms. Zulu taught me, I let my nose lead the way. My staff is good at adjusting the sails when needed. Wished we could do that so easily back on land. Life is different on the water. Everything is so quiet; just the wind, birds, the occasional dolphin, and fresh air. All that salt air makes you dead tired so once I got home, I ate dinner and took a mighty nap.
Don’t despair if you can’t find your sea legs right away in rough seas,
Let your nose take the lead and you will get there in the end,
Hope you had a nice Christmas Eve. I’m already dealing a bit with the post-Christmas blues and we still have one more day to go. No, this has nothing to do with extra yummies in my tummy. Earlier this month, my doctor told me that I can gain two more pounds before I will hit the explosion threshold. He pronounced this while feeding me yummy treats… He said he wanted me to show him my Superdog tricks (P.S. don’t tell him that I can do them without) but I think he was testing his explosion theory. The treats just kept coming. Anyhowl, I think that my explosion threshold is way higher than two pounds. I should know. After all, who is the real Dogtor here?!
You can do it, just one more day: in-out-in-out and let the belly expand,
Life is a bit different without my Big Sis. Like a good Zen Master and inventor of Zuluism, she meditated a lot towards the end. However, no matter how busy she was with her Zen practice, she always made time for her little brother. We rolled in the grass together, went for walks, protected the herd, and had lots of marvelous adventures together. If you want to learn more about those adventures, just follow this link: Ms. Zulu.
Ms. Zulu taught me a lot and I hope that I’m ready to take the lead from here on out. But first, we will take a break and celebrate Christmas. Wishing you all a peaceful and relaxing time together with f(u)riends and f(ur)amily.
Today’s post is one we hoped we wouldn’t have to write for a while. With a heavy heart, I am writing that Ms. Zulu passed away on December 3. She was 13 years and 3 months old. It was all very sudden as a very aggressive and inoperable cancerous tumor showed up on her doorstep. It rained two solid days until she died. Then, just moments before it was time to walk over the rainbow bridge, the sun broke through the clouds and a beautiful rainbow appeared.
Ms. Zulu, aka Zoë, was an integral part of our family and everything you could hope for: a best friend, companion, nurse, Zen master, big sister, puppy raiser, playmate, dog rescuer, sailor, canoer, chaser, and so much more. Many beautiful memories were made on our adventures together. We will treasure them all fur-ever in our hearts. R.I.P. big girl; we are missing you big time. Thank you for everything.
Till we meet again at the Rainbow Bridge,
B & A