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My Cousin is a Mini Cooper

One evenin' about a month or so ago, my favoritest uncle sent dad a text message with a picture attachment sayin' he had gotten a Mini Cooper. I instantly picked up on the excitement in my PUs voices and I tried to catch a glimpse but could not see what had their furs ruffled. All's I know, the dishes flew into the dishwasher and I was told to get on my bed. My usual token for havin' to stay home is a biscuit and one was hastily tossed into my waitin' mouth as they sped out the door. Seems to me, I coulda rode along but I had already worked my evenin' job of makin' sure no critters were frolickin' about in my woods, so I was OK with takin' a small rest.

As I caught a few Zzzzz's, my dreams were filled with takin' my Uncle's new wheels for a spin.

The PUs returned home an hour or so later, and instantly my nose picked up on a strange scent - one that I did not normally associate with my Uncle John. I sucked every molecule of scent outta their clothes but still I could not figger out why they smelled of canine cologne.

That shoulda been my first clue that I had been knocked outta the top dawg position in my Uncle's eyes. That position had been stolen by another.

Meet my new cousin, Cooper ~ the Mini Australian Shepherd.

Just look at him there in all his puppeh cuteness. Disgustin' to say the least. I really don't see what caught my Uncle's attention.

I tried to be nice - really I did. I even tried to play but when my Big Brown paw just happened to swat him across his puppeh noggin, my leash and collar came out and all of a sudden, I was a prisoner in my own home. I watched from afar as MY toys came out of MY basket.

But then.....excitement began to rise up inside of me

as I watched him gasp for air when Mom's foot came within his snooter range.

Sigh.....

.....he must still be full of puppeh antibodies that make him immune to such nasal atrocities.

Even though Uncle John now calls me the "crazy dawg", it looks like it's gonna be up to me to show this kid the ropes. That may be one decision he may live to regret.

Well, mebbee some of you have an extra day off but for many, another work week now stares us in the face. Either way, I hope the weekend has made you well-rested so that you are also immune to any atrocities that you might find facin' you.

Chester ;0=)

Shower of Love

♪♫♪ Sometimes in our lives

We all have pain

We all have sorrow.

But if we are wise

We know that there's

Always tomorrow.

Lean on me, when you're not strong

And I'll be your friend

I'll help you carry on.

For it won't be long

Till I'm gonna need

Somebody to lean on.

You just call on me, brother

When you need a hand -

We all need somebody to lean on. ♪♫♪

I doubt there's anybody who just read the lyrics above who doesn't know the tune that accompanies them. We can give credit to Bill Withers for writin' 'em. I don't know what the man was goin' through when he wrote this classic, but he's right - we all need somebody to lean on when life gets tough. That's the point of my post today. I'm here to be leaned on by a new and distant friend. Even though she may live over 2000 miles away, we have a lot in common - especially our love of the great outdoors. Look! We even share the same moon!

         

K's Mom, KB - is the creator of the blog, Romping and Rolling in the Rockies. This blog is well-known to many of you but only a recent find of my own. I consider it quite a treasure to have sniffed it out! KB and her camera give us spectacular views on what life is like living in the Rocky Mountains - for 2 and 4 legger alike. Amazin' views of mountain sunrises, sunsets and everythin' in between, includin' the not-so-tame critters who's images are captured by her strategically placed wildlife cameras. Oh, and the fun of watchin' K, (I'm sure you noticed that she is a Chocolate LabraBeauty),  and R (her Black LabraCracker brother), frolic in that mountain paradise of theirs often has me whinin'  'cuz I too wanna join in the fun.

Unfortunately, the evil cancer monster (medical term: osteosarcoma) who is no fun at all, has invaded K's leg and she is facin' some very serious health issues. This comin' Friday, February 17th - K hasta go for another round of chemotherapy. She's already had previous treatments and has gone thru them like a trooper. The happy news is that the treatments have been doin' their job on that leg tumor and I can't help but say that I really want news like that to continue!

When I was asked to be a Pillar of Strength, I could only say yes. It's a proven fact that when bein's are faced with health issues, knowin' that you have friends who are cheerin' you on and supportin' ya, it truly helps in the healin' process. If I could, I'd hold K's paw and tell her that everythin' is gonna be alright. Livin' so far apart there is only one thing I can do - and that is to let her know I'm pullin' for her and wanna see her win this battle.

 So K, I hope this endeavor has shown to you that even though you may feel alone, and the future's lookin' a bit foggy, we're all here behind you as Pillars of Strength ~ and that we're showerin' you with all the love we can virtually give. We know you'd do the very same for any of us.

Chester
(& Mom too)

♥

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A Bark In The Dark

In 1988 a film was released in America called "A Cry in the Dark" and it starred award winnin' actress, Meryl Streep. For those of you who have never heard of the movie, it is the true story about the Chamberlain family who go on a campin' trip in the Outback of Australia. While the nine week old baby is sleepin' in the tent, the family enjoys a barbecue along with fellow campers. As Lindy Chamberlain - the mother of the baby - returns to check on her, she sees a dingo runnin' off with sumpthin' in its mouth and upon findin' the child missin', immediately cries out "A dingo has taken my baby!" Public opinion soon turns against the Chamberlains and to make a long story short, she is accused of killin' her child and they are taken to court where both parents are convicted of murder. While the father is given a suspended sentence, the mother is sentenced to life imprisonment with hard labour. Three years pass and when the jacket of the baby is discovered at a large sandstone rock formation, Lindy is immediately released from prison and all convictions against the couple are overturned.


By now you're probably wonderin' why I brought this up. Well you see, five years ago to this very day, I also was stolen from my mother at the tender age of nine weeks. Bein' the alert young'n that I was, I can still remember my dear sweet mother barkin' out, "A dingbat has taken my baby!" Although I do not dwell on the abduction, it does bring a tear to my eye when I think about it. I have tried to focus on the positive aspects of my 1826 days spent in captivity; such as the fact that I have been able to get the dingbats completely wrapped around my little dew claw. Let me put it this way:

Needles and thread: $10

Replacin' worn out sneakers: $250

Classes to turn clueless PUs into amateur handlers: $375

Countless bags of decent quality dawg food and nomalicous treats: $1500+

Vet bills: $A,lot

One pup bringin' hours upon hours of joy into

the otherwise borin' life of a couple of two leggers:

PRICELESS.

There are some things that money can't buy

For everythin' else ~ there's Master Card.

Chester

;0=)