For the love of DOG

Blessed! Blessed! I am sooo blessed!

I know some people do not like dogs and every soul I know, pity's them.

I am blessed because I have MY Nanna and MY Grandad! Without them I would have been drowned in a bucket, but they saw it in my eyes. They knew I was meant for better things. It was probably like a ray from the heavens, saying "this pup is very very special, and she has a far greater cause that any of those bigger pups". And they took it to heart and will pay the dividends for many years to come!

I am both extremely proud AND blessed to have my autistic master, he loves me with all his heart and all his soul.

When he is happy, I get it, and I sit at his feet and act as if I am the whole cause of this young mans happiness. I know for a fact that I had something to do with it!

When he is sad or disheartened, I sit by his chair and I understand that the world is a big fat mean place! And I really hope I show him with "the look" that I understand! That he is home now and that this is his world, we will all shelter and defend him from knocks, all we can, but we can't live his life for him!

Even though he's all grown up (and packs one hell of a nose breaking punch, normally to people who deserve it), and a bit crusty, and even though I don't sleep in his room any more (bah)! I know I've had a wonderful chance to shape a really great man, and I did all I could to make this happen, this was the BIGGEST blessing of my life!

And not only is it all I ever wanted, BUT, I DID IT!!!!!!!!!!

I do have a rather special back up act however, the parents in my forever home, I sleep by their bed every night, sort of homage and respect. But they are also paying homage to ME! Loving me, respecting my decisions and trusting me unreservedly, understanding that I make "the BEST" decisions. If its okay with me, they just "trust" that judgement!

There are many people who cross our paths, some of them thought I might eat their young children. Gladly and with all my heart! I proved them wrong! Small children have tough bones, ha ha ha!

I have lived a very blessed life and its not going to end any time soon, but I can tell you, Heaven forbid, when my number is up, I will be buried, next to Turbo, under the big tree! My masters grandchildren will come to the puppers grave and add every flower on it they can.

There just isn't enough blessing or homage to pay to a pup like me!

P.S Sorry if I seemed a big vain, playing my own flute, but thats me! A pup that gets her own place in heaven, I have lived every day of my life to do what my heavenly father asked!

Talk about laugh, Fred!!!!!

I have loved the Puss Puss since we were puppy and kitten, we have been the best of mates. We were naughty together, but we have also worked together in difficult times, had many fights and have been seen sleeping next to the fire an hour later.

I love that damn cat so much that there isn't really much I wouldn't do for him.

Two weeks ago a new kitten turned up at this house, she came from the same town as puss and Mumma said she will be his wife.

When we got Kenzie and I was running from dawn till dusk, he laughed at me and made snide remarks about the new puppy.

Well, now we have a new KITTEN!

She will keep him up all night and eventually the sleep deprivation will catch up with him.

I hope she drives him nuts!

Tonight, I have to thank the heaven for some very brave pups

I don't know your names but I am thankful for you! especially today. I saw you on the telly.

I am soooo humbled by you.

I am bringing up an autistic teenager and show kindness to everyone who comes to my home, and while I can not undermine my station! I salute USAR dogs everywhere!!!!!

You Pups do the most amazing work!!!

A truely blessed christmas

I am sorry we have not been on dogster much lately, but my mumma can not keep secrets and has been finding it very hard to contain herself!

It all started the night we moved home and Mumma told the family that she wanted her sister here to share our first christmas in the new house. She had booked the plane tickets and my Aunty would be arriving on the 21st of December, but we could not tell Nanna as it would be a good christmas day surprise.

Ever since Mumma had been bouncing round the house getting ready for christmas and parties and visitors. She counted the sleeps as she just could not wait to see her sister.

The day finally arrived and then she came home late from the airport with my Aunty and her boyfriend. My Aunty loves German Shepherds and looked quite tearful when she saw me and said I reminded her of my puppermumma so much.

Her boyfriend was a bit scared of me to start with but within about a hour, I had him charmed and we were best mates for the whole visit. He quite often was thought missing and then seen out the window playing stick with me in the garden.

Sadly on the 23rd of December we had some really awful earthquakes and a lot of people were at breaking point. I was home alone at the time but like clockwork, the whole family were home within an hour.

We were explaining to our visitors that when a big earthquake hits, we all drop what we are doing and head home, it doesn't shake much out here and if it was really bad then at least we are together. Just then there was a rather long earthquake and we all felt rather sick. It was a magnitude 6 in the city but out here the ground rolled for a rather long time.

Mumma phoned Nanna, things were not very good and they both agreed the best thing was to have a wine and go to bed!

Christmas eve arrived and it was decided that as they were still having shaking in town, that we would have to get the Grandparents out here.

Mumma rang Grandad and this is what she told him "Hi Dad, how are you?" "good" "you are coming here for christmas lunch tomorrow and if you do not, you will wish you had, I have a surprise for you, OKAY!" Who knows what he thought the surprise was.

Christmas Eve there was a rather loud party here and it did not end until 3am, they laughed, they drank, they ate, they baked up a storm and they were very tired in the morning!

Christmas day dawned and the family all slept in except for Mumma, she was up fluffing around at 6am, feeling grumpy, but putting the finishing touches on christmas.

I got a squeeky fox and an edible christmas stocking, it was good.

At 1.30pm, a blue sports car pulled up the drive and the drivers door opened. I climbed on Grandads knee and he said how happy he was to see me. Nanna patted me on the head and said "just think, seven years ago today, we put you in this car and took you to be a christmas surprise". Grandad laughed and said I was "blessed to be such a loved christmas puppy".

I chuckle to myself and thought "I have a nice surprise inside for you".

I escorted them into the house and Nanna started talking and Mumma said "before we do anything else, Nanna had to stop talking (how bossy) and go and look in the lounge for her presents". I think Nanna was a bit scared so I went with her.

When she opened the door and saw her youngest daughter, she screamed and then blinked and then screamed again.

Everyone else was laughing and had tears rolling down their faces. "How on earth did you keep that a secret?" grandad said to Mumma, he knows her so well.

We had a really wonderful day, it was like happy tears were an immunisation against all the terrible stress this year has bought.

I think it made a very clear imprint in all our minds that no matter how bad things get, no matter how much we feel alone, our family is only a phone call or an air plane ride away.

Touching base with the people we love is a way better present than any diamond necklace or flash new gadget.

It doesn't shake out here and Nanna and Grandad came every night for dinner, I got lots of treats, straight off dinner plates and I had so many cuddles. If I could bank all those cuddles, I would be one rich puppy.

Freddie came to play and didn't want to go home, Harry came and had to sit in the van because he was a naughty boy and kept running through the house when he was told to stay outside.

I had a blast!

Sadly, all good thing must come to an end and no one wanted it to happen, but my Aunty had to get back on an air plane and go back to the country she lives in.

Last night they went to La Porchetta Pizza and my master bought me home a box. Mumma came home a few hours later, sad and deflated and needing a rest.

All up, as a family, we had the most blessed christmas a family could have.

My Boy

Boy Wanted by Frank Crane

A boy who stands straight, sits straight, acts straight, and talks straight.

A boy who listens carefully when spoken to, who asks questions when he does not understand, maybe too many but who really cares, and does not ask questions about things that are none of his business.

A boy whose fingernails are not in mourning, whose ears are clean, whose shoes are polished, whose clothes are brushed, whose hair is carefully willful, and whose teeth are well cared for.

A boy who moves quickly and makes as little noise about it as possible.

A boy who whistles in the street but not where he ought to keep still.

A boy who looks cheerful, has a ready smile for everybody, and never sulks, except for people he knows will discriminate against him.

A boy who is polite to every man and respectful to every woman and girl.

A boy who never bullies other boys or allows boys to bully him. Knowing one punch in the face would sort them out, but today is not their day to be taught a lesson!

A boy who, when he does not know a thing, says, “I do not know”; and when he has made a mistake says, “I’m sorry”; and, when requested to do anything, immediately says, “I’ll try.”

A boy who looks you right in the eye and tells the truth every time.

A boy who would rather lose his job or be expelled from school than tell a lie or be a cad.

A boy who is more eager to know how to speak good English than to talk slang.

A boy who does not want to be “smart” nor in anywise attract attention.

A boy who is eager to read good, wholesome books.

A boy who is perfectly at ease in the company of respectable girls. And see's their weekness's and offers a combat, so no one ever knows.

A boy who is not a goody-goody, a prig, or a little Pharisee, but just healthy, happy, and full of life.

A boy who is not sorry for himself and not forever thinking and talking about himself.

A boy who is friendly with his mother and more intimate with her than with anyone else.

A boy who makes you feel good when he is around.

This boy is wanted everywhere!!!!!



The family wants him, the school wants him, the office wants him, the boys and girls want him, and all creation wants him.

This is my wonderful and rather special master to a T!!!

Just how lucky am I???????

I have a master, I have known him forever and we have spent many days being like the peas and the carrots. We go together like chicken and chicken roast gravy. Its always been this way and we are both okay with it.

I have had many discussions with his eyes over the years and I have come to the conclusion that he must be the most gentle young man on the planet. When he got his Freya, who you have all heard me talk about before, there was a lot of sniggering from people who should know better.

A man who is kind to his animals is the eighth wonder of the world, and they deserve the best their animals can give because it is only ever asked for kindly and the animal is not told off too harshly when they get it wrong.

They said he was too gentle and kind to his horses and Mumma asked them what exactly they thought she should do? You can not take the country out of a girl!, so why ever in this day and age would you want to take the kind and gentle out of a boy?

Yesterday, was the prize giving at his pony club. He won a really big trophy for all round excellence and a certificate for being a really awesome pupil, this is what his instructor heard other people say about him.

She agreed, we believe her time with my master this year has been unbelievable and invaluable to her. She gets to yell and say exactly what she thinks and gets a smart answer right back. When she suggests something difficult, he wants to do more, long after she says she's sick of it.

He wants to be the best boy he can be, and if that means putting up with her, he can handle that. In fact he knows how important it is to both of them and understands that she would rather teach him than someone boring.

We are all really proud of him, a years work, it was tough and a bit rough but we made it and he came out shining as he should.

And then tonight he spilt his dinner and promptly called me to cover his mistake. I quite like tacos!

A very strange and mysterious thing has happened

Dadda has had enough of his job and the phone has been ringing off the hook for the business he never quite got off the ground due to the earthquake stealing our house.

Mumma is so happy, she could pop, must watch for signs, because that might not be pretty.

As a family whilst we know it might not be easy, naybe it is time to take another leap of faith.

As I have said many times, "ask and it shall be given"!

I was naughty at the vets

On Saturday, Mumma and my master took me to the vets to get my stitches out, I finally got rid of that damn bucket last week. I was very good for the vet and her assistant and they even commented to Mumma about what a lovely and caring girl I am.

But my behaviour in the waiting room left a lot to be desired!!!!! I growled at puppies and made them scared. I told little old dogs, with a snarl, to bring it on and then I started howling, tee hee hee.

I was on a lead and I don't like being on a lead, where I live, in the country, the air is fresh and dogs are never put on leads. We roam around and are free to stake our wonderful claim on the land that is ours.

If I ever growled at a person, my humans would see it as a sign something was wrong with them and they believe me to be right. As Mumma said to the vet, I am so gentle and placid, they let very small children play with me.

However, for once in my life, I just could not seem to contain myself and I told the puppies they smelled and the old dog to bring it on. His master was holding him, telling him he would come off second best, and the howlng, I don't know where that came from but it felt sooooo good.

All in all, going back to the vets was a very empowering experience!

Whatever is a bucket list?????

Yesterday I went to the vets and had puppy plastic surgery to my beautiful eyelid, after the unspeakable happened.

The vet settled me into my kennel and then rang my very relieved Mumma and told her I was going to be okay. It was a lot more serious than any of us thought.

I still could lose my eye, but I know this family would love a one eyed dog just the same as a two eyed one, I've always been a bit one eyed anyway!

I have a damn bucket on my head and whilst I am managing, I don't think much of it. I crash into things that just were not there before, I can't go into the toilet because there is not enough room to turn around.

Tonight when Mumma got home, my master told her I need to make a bucket list. Mumma laughed and he told her it was not funny!

So here is my Aunty Abigail bucket list:

I am going to live until the day my body will no longer work, I hopefully get incontinent and senile and when it is finally time, I hope that I have lived such a life that not only will my master and his pawrents and the grandparents cry buckets, the whole neighbourhood will turn out to farewell a brave and courageous friend.

I have know both good times and bad, and I have always been looked after and loved. People will never forget the kindness or the happiness I showed them.

I am going to chase any kind of bee that dare land on my lawn and I am going to see many baby animals grow to be big and strong.

I will, all my life be a service dog to a young man with autism and I will teach him a lot about human relationships and forgiveness. I will see him through many girlfriends and would like to see him settled with a really nice girl one day.

I will remind Dadda that he can still do what he could when I met him and I will be gentle with Mumma, remembering that she loves me more than anything else.

I am here to stick up for the runt of the litter, take the smallest puppy, we will never let you down. And heaven forbid, if you are about to drown one, STOP!!! and think about just what I have done and am doing with my life!

People will come from near and far when the time comes and they will all say I should probably have a puppy sainthood.

But for now, today, I wanna know how to get this bucket off my head!!!!!!!!

So there is my bucket list

So thats my bucket list

Kenzie is in jail

That is where dogs go when they have been very bad.

Dadda picks you up and carries you to the dog run saying you are a naughty girl and then gives you a lecture and then mentions something about "thank heavens he has no human daughters".

When you go to jail, you get the basic food water and shelter, but no treats and no one comes to talk to you or look at you. It is quite a sad place and I have strangely been there once myself.

What could little Kenzie do you ask.

She attacked me really really viciously, for no reason, and we are extremely lucky I did not lose my eye. It took three people to pull her off me and it took a while.

I was rushed to the local vets and given medicine, and told to go home, lie down and come back in the morning

No one in the family is talking to Kenzie now and I have to go to the vets and get put to sleep so they can sew my eyelid back together.

It was not my lovely Gordon that I saw, it was a vet in another town and his name is Rob. Hope it all goes well