Say What? I'm Celo!

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Thundering Hailballs, Batman!

November 7th 2009 2:19 pm
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The weather has been crazy.

We've been attacked for several days by Thunder and Lightning. I don't know why they keep attacking my house, but they won't stop. Mostly, it's Thunder, which is very persistent. It's driving me crazy. I keep running from window to window and door to door barking at it, telling it to leave my family alone. So what does it do? It bring in its bully buddy, Lightning that bangs and crashes and lights up the sky, threatening to burn down our house.

Little does Lightning know that we have a fire alarm, so if it tries to burn us down, the fire department guys will save us. But still it's annoying.

So I bark at them both. So then Wind comes. Normally, Wind and I get along. I like Wind. I go out on the back deck and Wind whispers in my ears and sends me all of the secrets about what all of the dogs in my neighborhood have been up to. But lately, Wind have been teaming up with Thunder and Lightning. So Wind is a jerk.

How much of a jerk? Well, last night, Thunder and Lightning were clearly mad at me for barking at them and trying to scare them away from my home. I had to -- they were scaring Meri so bad that she was shaking-- and Mer is my sister. I have to protect her. So they called in Wind.

And you know what Wind did? It made my whole house dark. Just like that. It was night time, so we had the lights on and Mom had the TV on. Suddenly, the house was super dark.

I got mad. I ran from window to window to window, yelling at Wind: how DARE Wind betray our friendship like that!

The problem is that it was pitch dark in our house. Someone apparently moved the furniture as soon as Wind turned off the lights. (Probably Wind did that too). So I kept running into furniture. It hurt. I'd run and bark at Wind at the back door, which is glass, so I could see Wind very clearly. Then I'd run into the living room, barking. But I ran into the sofa and hurt myself. So it was kind of like this: Bark bark bark (that's me being very stern with Wind)... Yipe! yipe! (that's me hurting myself)... bark! bark! ......Yipe!

Finally, Mom turned on some tiny lights that smelled stinky like fake flowers and cookies. I could kind of see, and the furniture was back where it should be -- which is just amazingly fast. That's how hard Wind was blowing.

I went back to the windows and yelled at Wind, Thunder and Lightning some more. Apparently, I made them even angrier because they summoned their buddy Hail. He showed up and threw ice cubes on our house. I knew immediately that it was ice cubes without even looking out the window because it sounds exactly the same as the noise that Grandma's icemaker makes when I want ice cubes from her refrigerator. Chunk-a chunka-chunka, except Hail has an ice maker the size of our whole house, so it's VERY loud. Meri said she could barely hear me bark. Clearly, that was the point. They were trying to shut me up.

Well, it didn't work. I kept barking at them; running from window to window and barking some more. I have a deep voice that Mom says sounds like an adult Mastiff or something and it's very scary sounding. So I knew if I just kept barking, they'd get scared, eventually.

This went on most of the night til I finally drove them out. These bullies finally left before sundown. I kept my family very safe.

But I am kind of sore from the furniture. I tried to ask the furniture who moved it, but it's not talking. I thought about chewing it to make it confess, but Mom said "Celo. Don't even THINK about it." So I stopped thinking about it. I do wonder how she knew what I was thinking. She's pretty smart, that Mom of mine.

So we'll never know.

All I know is that my family is safe. That's the job of a German Shepherd. Protection. I'm glad I could do my job. But I'm pretty tired. So I'm going to go to bed now.

 

Meri Knee-ds an Operation.

November 5th 2009 2:16 pm
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Meri met Sir Jin today. I asked her if she was nervous, and she said no. He was very nice. She got there and a lady asked Mom if she could take Meri. Mom said yes, just like that, so Mer assumed the worst. Like, she was going to have her toe nails cut or something.

But the lady just gave her snacks, took her all around the office to meet everyone and asked her to do some tricks. Meri got snacks for doing tricks, so that was nice. She was introduced as Zamboni and Camper's little sister, so that made her feel good. The lady told Meri that she knew Boni and Camper extremely well-- and even Grover too. So this lady must be very special. Meri liked her a lot. Mostly, the lady kept telling Mer that she is adorable.

That's the worst because when Meri thinks she's cute, then she acts even more like a princess. That makes my life even more difficult. I need to talk to this lady.

Finally, the lady gave her back to Mom and they went into the little room. Then Sir Jin came in and examined Meri.

Meri's knee has been bugging her. Sometimes, we'll be running and and chasing. Then Meri will be running on three legs. It's very impressive. I'll have to take some video to show you, except then I'll be running backward and will probably crash into a tree, hurting myself. So maybe you should just imagine it.

Dr. B took pictures of Meri's knee. Then Mom took the pictures to Dr. Cindy, who is Meri's other vet. She is holistic, which means she checks Meri out to make sure she doesn't have any holes (so far, so good). She also cracks Meri's back. I think that sounds painful, but Meri and Boni says it feels good. I asked why I don't get back-cracking, but they said I'm a boy, and boys don't get such things. It's like spa treatment. No boys.

So Dr. Cindy saw Meri's picture and also said that Meri probably needs to have her knee operated on. But Sir Jin is the expert. Today, Mom let him see the pictures too. Everyone got to see the pictures -- except me. Maybe Mom will post them on Dogster with all of Meri's other pictures; then we can all see them together. Meri is very photogenic, as you know. She has nice little knees. I bet the picture is very cute. But don't tell her I said that, or she'll act more like a princess.


Meri said that Sir Jin says she needs an operation. Worse, she said that she has to be quiet for at least 6 weeks. That's what he said. I asked her a couple of times. "Quiet." So, no barking. That is going to be hard for Meri. She likes to bark at squirrels a lot.

At least we can still play. I asked her about that. She said no one said anything like "no being maniacs." Just "Meri has to be kept quiet." I can bark at squirrels for her. I wonder why barking will hurt her knee though?

She did say something that worries me. She said that Mom told Sir Jin that I will go stay at my trainer's (Miss K's) house right after Meri's operation. That can't be good. Now, I"ve stayed at Miss K's house for one night, which was a fun sleepover. I played with her dogs and with their toys. Mom sent along my food, so that was great. But that was one night; then I came home. Meri said Mom made it sound like it would be an extended stay -- maybe two or even three nights.

That can't be good. That's a LONG time to be away from home. I love Miss K. I've known her about as long as I've been alive. She's like my best friend after Meri. But I love being home better.

So I told Meri that she can't have her operation. She said that's fine. She wants to be able to bark whenever she wants to. None of this 6 weeks of being quiet. That's just crazy.

Now, we just have to convince Mom. That's not going to be easy. I just have a feeling: this is going to be nearly impossible.

You know how Mom is. What did Camper call her all the time? A stickler. Yep, Camper was an astute observer of human behavior.

Mom does what Mom wants to do. She almost never listens to us, even when Meri and I agree on a course of action. Mom thinks she has better ideas than us. But we're right this time. Meri runs around perfectly well on three legs. That's why God gave us four legs. One is a spare.

Humans wouldn't know that -- they only have two legs. Hey, see? Humans get along perfectly on TWO legs... can't they see that we are still more efficient than them on three? It makes perfect mathematical sense.

But there's one thing Mom doesn't care a lot about: math. Or logic. We're going to have to come up with something else.

Darn it. Meri and I better get thinking... I've got to go. I have serious brainstorming to do. My thinking partner is a beagle who can be distracted by tiny bread crumbs, much less a delicious piece of hot dog.

Wish me luck.

 

Day Two. Swine Flu.

November 2nd 2009 12:52 pm
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I was supposed to train with Miss Claudia today, but she called in sick. Mom said she has swine flu. That is terrible. Really terrible. Mom and Dad had swine flu about a month ago, and it was awful. They barely took care of us. Mom fed us and took us out to play. She would stand in the back yard, wearing a couple of jackets, while we zoomed around. But it was terrible.

First, they both had a terrible cough, which meant that I could hardly sleep at night. Mom was worried about keeping Dad awake, so she stayed up on the sofa and watched TV and sort of snoozed there. So I had to stay out there with Mom. Have you ever slept on our TV room floor? It's not really very comfortable. Plus, the TV is on. So I did not get good sleep. And, Mom was coughing. So every time I started to get into good sleep, there Mom would be -- cough cough cough --although actually it was more like this --hark hark hark-- and she would wake me up. It's just rude. Mom kept telling me to get on my TV room bed or that I could go to bed, but Dad was in there coughing, so that wasn't much of an option. Plus, I stick with Mom. I always do.

As you can imagine, I did not get to work at all during that time.

I'm in training, right? So I'm supposed to be out in public, working on my skills in stores, restaurants and libraries. But Mom said that it wouldn't be right for her to go out when she was so sick. But what about what's right for me? I need to train. But apparently, my needs don't matter. So I was sleep deprived and work deprived. It was awful. At least swine flu doesn't transfer to dogs, so Meri and I were able to play together. So that's something.

Although, this was awful: at the exact time that Mom and Dad started to feel better, I got sick. Yes! Me! They felt well enough to take me to my training class, and right that second, I got sick. Mom and Dr. B. thought I might be really sick, so they sucked a bunch of blood out of my neck (a BUNCH of blood -- like gallons!). But when we were leaving the doctor's office, we saw Mrs. B, my teacher. She said that her little dog was sick too -- with the same stuff I had. He gave me his cruddy sickness. He didn't have to have gallons of blood sucked from his neck though.

(Did you know that Forks isn't too far from here? I wonder if they gave my blood to the Vampires?)

So I got the cruddy sickness from the teacher's pet. Literally, the teacher's PET. Darn him. I was sick for days. You guessed it -- I couldn't work for more time. It was terrible. But this time, I didn't want to work. I was dog tired, and I had a goopy runny nose. Mom said that I could get other dogs sick, which I didn't think was right. So we didn't go out into public.

It was miserable.

Oddly, Meri never got sick. Maybe she's a Vampire? I don't know why I think that. It just popped into my brain. You think it's true? I wonder if I can google that.

I love google. Meri taught me all about google. Boni and Camper taught her about google. It's amazing what you can learn there. Did you know you can have pizzas delivered right to your house from the internet if you have one of those plastic numbered people tags? Very handy. We haven't done it yet. I wanted to, but Meri chewed the people tag. Mom was annoyed. I was furious because now Mom is very careful to keep her bag high enough that we can't get near it. So much for my meat lover's pizza.

I do love meat.

Mom makes the best pork chops. She cooks them. All of my other meat, I eat raw, which is delicious. But pork chops are warm and savory, and served with applesauce and pumpkin. Pork chops are perfect for cold autumn days! Which brings me back to swine flu, which ruined my private lesson today.

I like my private lessons. I whine a little bit when Mom lets Miss Claudia take me off to work with me separately. She works me hard, which I know will be good for me -- eventually. But I'm a puppy, so I get to whine some, right? Actually, according to Miss Claudia, no. No Whining.

But she's sick, so I can whine here about Swine Flu. It's really messed up my personal schedule for the last month or so. I'm tired of it. Those darn pigs. I'd just bark at them if I knew where they lived. I'd chase them too. Yeah, I'm that annoyed at them.

I'm ready for this flu thing to be over, because I have a busy life and I need to live it, without interruptions.

But in the meantime, Meri is still on crate rest (another interruption!) so I guess I'll go see what Mom is doing. Maybe I can get a pork chop snack.

Take that, Swine!

 

Here I am.

November 1st 2009 5:00 pm
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I'm bored.

Meri is on crate rest, so I can't play with her. She has been telling me for months that I should read Camper's diary, that it would tell me a lot about my family history. She said I should read Grover's diary too. But I've been very busy. And well, I know that the only reason that I came to my family is because Camper isn't here anymore. Mom and Dad did not plan to get another puppy. But Camper had to leave, so here I am.

I know they love me. Meri and I are BFFs (Beagle Friends Forever). But I always feel a little self-conscious about Camper, like I'm taking his place and that he wouldn't like it. Meri says it's not like that at all, that Camper would be very happy to have someone like me to take care of Mom and Dad, and to be her BFF. She says she was very lonely after he left. She says that Zamboni was very lonely after Camper left too. When I came, everything was a lot better.

Zamboni told me that too. She said that she waited for me to arrive before she left, that she needed to leave, but she would not leave Meri alone, without another dog. Also, she was very concerned about leaving Mom after all those years that she and Mom were together. But once I arrived to be Mom's new service dog, Zamboni knew that it was ok for her to go.

I don't quite understand where everyone went. Zamboni said it's called Heaven and dogs there get to play when they want, sleep when they want and snack on any food whenever they want. She said that Grover was waiting for her, and Camper too. She said she also had some other friends that I didn't know that were there. Names I've never heard, but dogs and people that she loved a lot.

That first week after I arrived here at home, Zamboni and I talked a lot. She told me about this Heaven place, that I would see her again there. She told me all the things I should know about living with Mom and Dad. She told me that once I get bigger, I would be the Dog in Charge (DC), that Meri is older but she's a little beagle, so as a German Shepherd Service dog, I would be DC. Meri doesn't know this. Boni said that it will just happen over time, and Meri will be ok as it does.

Lots of things to think about.

So I read Grover's and Camper's diaries. It appears that there are a lot of dogs out there who have read them too.

I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is CelestĂșn. I am named after a town that is located between Campeche and MĂ©rida -- but on the Gulf Coast -- in Mexico. Mostly, they call me Celo, which means zeal. Mom says it's a good name for me, because I do EVERYTHING with passion. Dad sometimes calls me Thumper because I'm not very light on my feet. Mom says I'll outgrow that once I get bigger and more graceful.

I googled Thumper and apparently Thumper is also the name of a vivacious rabbit who is a good friend to Bambi, Prince of the Forest. This makes sense because I am also vivacious and I'm a good friend to Meri, who is Princess of the World.

Seriously, Meri is a princess. Even our trainers call her that. And she never lets me forget that she is royalty. Zamboni apparently was the Beagle Queen, so Meri is Beagle Princess. I'm not quite sure why Boni's crown didn't automatically pass to Meri upon Boni's death. But Meri is feisty enough as a princess. If she thinks she's a queen, she'd be impossible. Maybe she is, but Mom hasn't told her. I bet that's the case. Mom's pretty smart that way. I bet she's holding on to Mer's crown til she becomes more reasonable -- whenever that may be.

So I spent today reading diaries and catching up on my family. I thought it might be nice to continue with a diary of my family's life here. I'm not nearly as eloquent as Grover or as funny as Camper. But I'm here and they're in Heaven eating wonderful snacks, swimming in big clear lakes, and telling stories about the wonderful times they had back here.

I guess even though I'm just a little pup with no writing experience, I'll have to do. I hope that's ok with you. If nothing else, I'll write with a lot of passion -- right? Besides, in my work, I get out a lot, and hopefully, I'll have interesting stories to share with you.

Even though, today, I'm really bored.

That's because right now, Meri is on crate rest. She has an injury and has to rest it. Shouldn't that mean that Mer has to remain in her crate all the time? Yes, you think so too, right?

No. Mom makes us rotate our crate time. Sometimes, Meri has to be in her crate; sometimes I do. The point apparently, is that we can't wrestle around like maniacs. That's what Mom calls us -- Maniacs. (Dad doesn't call us anything. He just shakes his head and says "YOU deal with them." ) We're not even allowed to zoom around the house or the yard together.

Mom or Dad takes me out to the back yard and play with me. We play fetch, or they let me dig in the sand pit. Or Dad cleaned out my pool today, so I zoomed around because I got wet which made me kind of froggy. Mom is teaching me how to play soccer, so we did that in the front yard this afternoon. So I still get plenty of opportunity to play. But it's not the same. Humans are nice, but they aren't as much fun as other dogs.

They aren't... well... maniacs.

 
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