Who's a Hero?

I just stopped my Mom's desk this morning to say a couple of quick things to all of you. First, dogs can be awesome heroes. When a dog loves its owner, we love them passionately and completely, no holds barred. And that sets us up as defenders. And a defender is always a hero in my book. The same applies to humans. If a military person is a "defender," then they are heroes when they die in battle, or save someone's life in a war or a paramilitary group like police or fire. Mom heard some jerk on MSNBC the other night tell everyone on the TV that he wasn't "comfortable" saying that our troops were "heroes." That made me growl when she told me. That guy was way off base. Let's use my cousin dogs as an example: Brutis was a 7 yr old golden retriever when he snatched a coral snake before it had time to bite a toddler in 2004. Zoey, a little long-haired chihuahua snatched a 3 foot rattlesnake before it hurt her owner's one year old baby daughter. Then there was Katrina, a black labrador retriever, who rescued a guy from the floodwaters of Hurricane Katrina. She got rescued later herself. Size never mattered to any of those hero dogs. Only the task at hand focused them. The troops of America save the nation every day. Because of their focus and vigilance, my mom and dad can live a life that is safe. I can protect them when i take a nap in front of the door in case anyone decides to try and enter the house. But the troops and the cops, they work hard at what they do. They makes them heroes too. So shame on that MSNBC guy, whoever the heck he was. Let's here a big howl for the people and dogs who defend us! http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2012/05/28/host-draws-vfw-rebuke-for-saying-uncomfortable-calling-fallen-soldiers-heroes/?test=latestnews

Sunny Day in North Idaho

It's really hot out today, and darn it, I'm wearing a fur coat! I keep trying to hide under the rose bush, but it just doesn't help. If only I could sweat. Mom says she has hot flashes sometimes that make her overheated. I suppose people have their heat issues just like us dogs. Today is Mother's Day, and I'm very happy that I have a human Mom who loves me. I hope all of you out there remember your Mom. I heard about one lady who has rotten children- they haven't done anything nice for her since they grew up and moved away. They just ignore her. That makes me want to bite them. My Mom talked to her this morning and she almost fell over when she heard the my Mom bought her a plant. She couldn't believe it. She's been without a caring family for a very long time. That's really sad. Please remember that everyone needs a little TLC. Sometimes there are people who don't have anyone to care about them, just like the animals in shelters. Please care enough to do something nice for them! People AND animals!

Docs and Dogs

So I had my annual doggy checkup the other day, and wonder of wonders, the doctor was totally surprised at my health. I have cataracts and diabetes, but am doing really great! In fact he was shocked that I was something like 108 years old in people years. Cool, huh? Let's just say it all comes down to attitude. I try to stay in a good attitude. I don't get mad easily, I don't whimper and cry and whine about everything. I know that stuff will cause me stress, and I don't need stress. Even when Riley snaps at me, I stay calm. It helps a lot that she can't get her teeth past my nice thick fur, but even then I just keep it even. You know, people need to do that. They need to be calmer and not get all worked up about human things. Let's take being stressed, for an example. Mom has friends that get really stressed while working. They all get so stressed that they start getting cranky and abrupt with everyone. Then they accidentally hurt each other. Why bite someone when you can just relax? Stress is a sign that people don't trust God, you know. They get all worried about what's going to happen and they haven't laid it at the feet of the Lord. I love being a dog. I just lay down at His feet and snore away, with very few problems. Except when Dad or Mom step on me, of course. That's a definite owie!