February 8th 2011 12:23 pm
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North of The Rainbow Bridge by MakWa4me
The time comes. A Siberian Husky lifts up its head. There is an untested adventure beyond. Time to go.
Across the Rainbow Bridge is a place for all dogs. A river runs wide and shallow with tennis balls that fly with their own wings; that is the place for a Labrador or Golden to await its master's arrival.
The Siberian is not content here. Northward is its trail....
There are soft pastures for Aussies and Border Collies, with sheep and geese to pen. Agility equipment grows like trees amid Frisbees and flyball.
But the North continues its sure wild call, and the Siberian's journey continues....
Now the air is colder. Now the moon is always full. Now the light is silver and it breaks and shimmers on fields of bright snow. Now there are no roads, no walls, no pens, just endless space to run. This is where Siberians gather, North of the Rainbow Bridge.
They wait in this beautiful place, happy, but not complete. Suddenly, a howl begins, as one dog senses someone coming, someone very special. All the Siberians raise their heads and join in the ancient chorus. They dance like moonbeams and sing like winter winds.
There are red ones like dawn streaks, black ones splattered with many colors and silver ones like the first strange hour before light. They line up as if in harness and run together, in a scintillating, many-colored streak. The leader of the team guides the others past the fields and river, with racing feet and racing heart. They rush to greet the new arrival at the Rainbow Bridge, where the leader is rejoined with its beloved person, never to be parted again.
The glory of the reunion is celebrated by all the Siberians dwelling beyond the Bridge, a glimmering, multicolored team leaping and whirling with joy. The light from that scene is what we see on magical evenings in the northernmost parts of this Earth: The Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights beyond the Rainbow Bridge.
November 6th 2009 7:20 am
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If you are in COLUMBUS, OHIO or know anyone there, please forward this info! My pup pal Rosie, a German Shepherd is missing. She is mostly black with a pink collar.
Rosie is an adult, female, German Shepherd with a very black colored face. AC saw her at North Star and Northwest Blvd. at 10:00 AM this morning but couldn't catch her. If you find her or think you've seen her please call 614-297-8380 or 614-787-1405. She is normally a friendly dog but was very scared when she was last sighted and took off running. Please let us know if you see her.
Rosie was wearing a pink gingham collar, she has all her tags on.
Please help me spread the word to anyone you know who lives in the Columbus area. Share this message on Facebook and retweet on Twitter.
We are worried sick for Rosie's safety.
Please read more: http://ohiolostdog.blogspot.com/
September 6th 2009 7:15 am
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If I had a dollar for every time someone I met while walking my human said I looked like a wolf, I'd be a rich doggie. Seriously, I'd eat steak every day! I am ashamed to admit this but here goes.
Though I am 100% Canadian Rocky Mountain Timber Wolf on the inside, I am 95% domestic dog on the outside. In comparison to dogs, wolves have narrow chests, proportionally large feet and teeth, and longer legs. I have a somewhat wide chest, little cat-like feet, normal size teeth, and short legs. I'm not Corgi short, but *gulp* I am shorter than the average medium-sized dog. Drives me nuts.
When wolf pups are about ten days of age, their eyes first open. Their eyes are a deep murky blue, but by about three weeks of age the pups eyes have turned a bright blue. Around six to eight weeks of age the pups eyes will turn green and finally will reach their adult color which can be anything from pale yellow, to amber or even orange or brown. Adult wolves do not have blue eyes like can be seen in some dogs such as Siberian huskies. My eyes are bright blue. That's right, like a little baby wolf. I'm certainly not a baby.
The inside of wolf ears are well furred and never flop. Well, there's one I can claim! My ears are perfectly un-floppy. On the other paw, so some Chihuahuas. Wolves' tails, while they may be held down or up, never have a curl to them. I carry my tail over my back in a graceful sickle curve .
I would like nothing more than to claim wild woof status. But with all the facts in front of me, I really can't. I hang on to the knowledge though that somewhere in all our doggie pasts, there is a wolf ancestor. A tiny point-two-percent is the difference between domestic dog DNA and grey wolf DNA.
It seems that many people have an idea in their head of what wolves look like. Maybe because huskies sometimes have acting roles in movies as wolves. Now there's a job I would like!
Now here's the issue I was getting to with all this woofing about my own looks. Here in Des Moines, an 8-year-old Husky dog named Scrappy escaped her yard one night and went for a run. Read my last diary entry, that's the #1 goal of any husky-ish pup! I say good for Scrappy. Scrappy isn't a digger or a climber, but erosion from the rain carved an opening under the fence. She had a chance for freedom, and she took it! Scrappy got picked up by the scary animal control truck, and ended up at the Animal Rescue League. The following day, Scrappy's mom went to pick her up. She paid the fees and everything to bust Scrappy out of jail. But on the way Des Moines' chief humane officer stopped them. He said she was a wolf, and that she was staying. Scrappy likes belly rubs and kids and dogs and hasn't tried to bite a person or anything like that - she doesn't have that kind of character.
Scrappy spent 3-months in doggie jail. She turned 9. Scrappy's still in jail, but she's now living with a trainer on 10 acres in the country. I've been to this place lots, and I'd say Scrappy is much better off there than in jail! But I'm sure she'd like to go home. Her people visit her every day. Scrappy's family is going back to court on September 25.
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