Great Days and Warm Weather

Mom is doing great today, so thanks everybody for your emails. Her situation all worked out (I knew it would). She always looks after me, even though I am diabetic, so I knew she would help that person overcome anything she might have done to annoy them. She likes to be a friend. If my Mom is your friend, you have good backup.

Today is nice and warm at our house. Although I think my fur coat is a little heavy for the weather, I do enjoy hanging around outside.

You can hear the bees in the trees and see the blossoms...I love sticking my nose in them. So far I haven't been stung. And haven't had any ticks or fleas either. Mom says probably I won't because my coat is too thick for the bee to penetrate, and she makes sure I have preventative for the other stuff. Hope so. My nose is kind of sensitive.

You know, humans sometimes stick their noses in the wrong place too and cause trouble. We dogs can get away with it because we're supposed to check things out with our noses. Humans, not so much.

At any rate,for all you dogs out there, watch out for bees, ticks, and fleas in this weird summer. And you humans, watch out where you put your noses!

Destiny

This is an excerpt from Mom's new book- with my comment at the end. I really am smart, but some people seem to think all I do is sleep. Ok, I do sleep a lot. Mom says I chose all the wrong places to snooze. Like the hip hole that I dug by the roses bush in the backyard. The dirt is soft and cool, and there's built in shade- what more could I ask? Well, dog treats of course.
Enjoy her excerpt!

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Excerpt from "The Dog Paw Chronicles" by © D. Faye Higbee 2011 published by PublishAmerica.net


Lipizzaners

His wobbly legs only held him up long enough to sway for a minute and then buckle. He fought his way back up on the narrow spindles. A black foal, freshly born, still wet from his mother’s birth canal. He was the tiniest package of miracle I had ever seen.

The little creature stumbled around his stall like a drunken sailor for several minutes until he finally got his “sea legs.” This funny little horse would one day bring audiences to their feet as he danced around an arena on his back legs. His black countenance would be transformed into white perfection, as the shaky past fell away into choreographed destiny. How fitting it was to see destiny play out in the Royal Lipizzan stallions. From the tears shed in a movie to tears shed in the stable in Vienna, that birth was a true miracle of redemption and destiny that I will never forget.

Comment by Red Dog:

Destiny is often created by miracles. By God’s hand the Lipizzan stallions were saved from annihilation. God saved your life, you saved my life. Our lives connect on a level far beyond what our eyes see. We don’t know, as we traverse this life, what lies beyond our present circumstances. But we are all destined for a purpose, whether to dance or to write. I hope that all the readers will find their portion of that destiny.

Divas

My friend Riley is such a fox, but sometimes she is just plain noisy. She has never learned that to get attention, all you have to do is stare at the human. Look pathetic. Look sad or hungry or lonely. You don't even have to put your paw on their leg- just look at them and they melt all over everything. But Riley?

No, Riley is a Diva. She is vocal. She wants attention so she howls. (I suspect that my Dad is the problem there, as he loves to hear her howl.Sheesh).
If she can't get the howl to work, she scratches the human's legs with her paws. She'll get the ball even if it's out of reach and she won't stop until someone tells her to. She's very smart, but my goodness she's obsessed. When she's outside and wants back in, she scratches at the door. She's a Diva, plain and simple.

Me, I just roll over and they scratch my belly without all the falderal.And Mom likes me in the house, so all I have to do is stare at the door and she opens it. Easy, right?

You know, if you think about it, humans aren't much different than dogs, but way more destructive. When a human is a diva, they don't scratch on the door, they scratch other people. They are so prideful that they hurt each other with words and actions. A little humility would be nice there.

At least Riley never hurts anyone. (Well except the time she bit me when I tried to steal her rawhide chew. Hey! She left it lying around on the floor. What's a guy to do?)