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
Sometimes you gotta take a day off and get some Zen in.
Take it easy this week,
Finally, we are back in the game after a long break due to Hurricane Michael. We got our internet and landline back after two+ weeks. We lost it two days prior to the hurricane. Turned out that somebody who is building a house did not know what he was doing and cut the main telephone and internet wire. He should have asked me to dig, I have lots of experience. They say that I can dig to China. Anyhowls, now that we are back online we are happy to report that we are doing OK post-Hurricane Michael.
Michael turned out to be one tough cookie and brought lots of havoc. We heard and even saw trees fall down when we took shelter during the storm. There was a lot to organize before and a lot to clean up after Michael’s visit. I think it’s best for Michael not to visit us anymore. Ms. Zulu and I tried to help as best we could. I carried dead branches and pinecones; Ms. Zulu sniffed out trouble. Now I come to think of it, she seemed to sniff a lot at my butt too. How come?!
Be safe and stay out of trouble,
Yesterday we had a visit from a very stately creature, a Monarch! This was a first this year for us. The Monarch was all by itself, no entourage, no slaves. There was not even a carriage drawn by horses to be found. The VIP was surrounded by Monarch wannabees, the Fritillaries, distant cousins of the Monarchs which are not bees either. All very pretty, but pretty confusing to me. I took a big nap afterward to digest it all without having eaten one bit.
Where are the others?
Dreaming of yummies in my tummy,
Help, my big sister has shrunk! I think we need to give her some power bars. I could do with one or two myself as well, you know as an athlete and such. It should do wonders in combination with a long power nap.
Happy lazy weekend!
Love to show you our new bandana. Well, actually this one is Ms. Zulu’s. Mine will have to wait until we get some fabric with my favorite colors. It’s reversible so we can wear it on many occasions. Thank you Tails Around the Ranch for inspiring us to make one!
Finally, after waiting for a gazillion moons after Ms. Zulu’s 13th B-day, I turned 3 today! That means I’m an adult now, for sure. Does this mean I can vote?! Hmmm, wondering if that would open up some interesting options for me. Anyhowls, time for another B-day pie! I didn’t like the hat much but the pie sure tasted good (P.S. the last part is between you and me because I think we need lots more pie baking practice at headquarters).
The hat has to go, the pie can stay
You can find out below how much I have grown these past three years. Some may notice that the weight limit for the outdoor bed has been exceeded. I do want to point out that doesn’t mean that I should go on a diet. Athletes like me need to eat lots of carbohydrates so just give me a sturdier bed and keep the yummies coming.
We are still enduring the dog days of summer in our neck of the woods. On a hot day like today, I like to take a nice long nap in my PetFusion lounge after our morning walk.
Take it easy this week,
I will do the same,
well unless we go to agility training and visit my friends,
We are celebrating all breeds and mixes every day but especially today because it’s National Dog Day. Ms. Zulu looks a bit like Battlescar Galactica because she had four masses that needed to be removed surgically. We are happy to report that she is recovering nicely without any problems.
Happy Sunny Day,
Ms. Zulu & Benji
For rolling in the grass and goofing around
should be upside down
with lots of stretching
Ms. Zulu turned 13 today! This is cause for a big celebration with lots of good yummies and pie which Ms. Zulu shared with me. The pie was made with all our favorite ingredients: salmon, carrots, yogurt and, blueberries. Sweet potato was served on the side. I’m looking forward to my B-day. Not sure if I care for the B-day hat, but I do hope there will be more pie.
I have been desperately trying to stay apawlitical in this blog and on task. That’s not always easy, believe me.
Yummies do help, but sometimes you just have to bark up the tree you know.
It seems that since the beginning of last year [what happened there??] everything that is different is considered wrong. “Different” may refer to Muslims, Buddhists, LGBT, liberals, foreigners, you name it. Pretty much everything which strays from the mainstream. What is defined as mainstream seems to change color each month too. Do you know that the humans who provide my yummies are foreigners in my country and I’m one in theirs? Where are we gonna live?
Anyhowls, not sure what happened to the concept of “Love Thy Neighbor”. Someone, please redirect the sheep. Maybe a Border Collie can help. Like the one below. she is good inside and outside the office. Oh wait, she is different, she is not a purebred…, but then again none of us are, are we?
I’m ready to work
Hail Ms. Zulu,
In the category “Cool Hot Summer Fun”, we went to see the liquid stuff again. This time at a “Pet Prepared Hurricane Party”. The doggie pool was open for all. Why? Maybe to make sure we can swim away from a hurricane? I would think a boat would be faster though.
How it tastes
A somewhat wet Ms. Z. but not from the pool
The liquid was contained in a doughnut-shaped fishbowl. No, there were no edible doughnuts nor fish sticks. That was a bit of a bummer. My Leg-O-Meter showed the fishbowl was less than 0.5 B-legs (lgs) deep. The deeper side got tested by one of my new buddies. It seemed more than 1.5 B-lgs deep; in my book that means trouble. All smart captains know that it’s wise to steer away from troubled waters. Especially since I didn’t see a bridge and both Simon & Garfunkel were MIA. Besides, even a bridge might mean trouble as you need enough clearance for the mast before attempting to sail underneath it. Well, unless you can put the mast down and that might put you in a whole ‘nother ball game. Since we didn’t have any balls, that wasn’t an option either.
Ms. Zulu accompanied me this time; after all, we both have to be hurricane prepared. She didn’t want to spoil her hairdo and decided to work on her tan while lounging around the pool.
Wishing you smooth sailing in untroubled waters,
I discovered my true calling today: the CAT. It’s not your regular cat but a furry special one! CAT stands for Coursing Ability Test. I ran it today and earned my first qualifying ribbon. Who knew it would come in handy one day to be able to run at Mach 3+ speed. It was hot, 85 degrees Fahrenheit already. This meant that we went straight home after the event so that I could cool down. Once I was chauffeured home in an airconditioned car, I was all rested and decided to get another run in with my big sis Ms. Zulu.
My first ribbon!
Riding home, look what others are riding!
Showing Ms. Zulu what I did today
We ended the day on a lesser note; even though I can run pretty fast I couldn’t escape the wetness. Tomorrow I have my third R.E.A.D. session at the library so I had to get all shampooed and such. Whoever invented the wet stuff should be on a faraway island all alone. Still, all things considered, it was another wonderful day in doggie paradise. Hope you have a pawbulous weekend ahead of you.