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Leave a bone for Cookie Pela
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April 2nd 2011
November 5th 2008
Running like a nut.
No immediately available attention.
The squirrel, no the sock, no that empty soda bottle. No! The squirrel, no the sock, and etc.
Chickee! Chickee now! More Chickee!
Walk? What does that mean? Favorite Run? Now we are talking!
Dancing, eating, running, smelling out varmints.
Kona or "Cookie" as we will call her, is coming to live with us next weekend. It will take some work, as her sister to be, Dubs is proving a tad antisocial, but I think with time, Cookie will be her beloved pal.
Cookie is a real girlie girl, with a horrible past. She is well balanced, if a bit skittish. She can't be crated, because of an episode in her history, but I don't crate anyway - we live in a house with a sea of linoleum, so training whoopses are no biggie.
Cookie will soon be patrolling the 'hood and enjoying romps in the schoolyard and cornfields around Casa Bell.
I've shortened the Dogster name to Cookie Pela. Her whole and grand name is Kona Pearl Pela.
Our naming scheme has a place, a color and a bell. Kona is a paradise in Hawaii, of course. Pearl is more a finish than a color, but it sounds good with Kona. An Pela is Hawaiian for Bell. We all have a bell of sorts.
Cookie sounds like Cotton which was the name of our other Cocker and some of the hoomans in residence are having trouble getting Kona to come out of their yaps, so "Cookie" for casual use.
Leaping Is My Specialty!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|March 12th 2011
||More than 5 years!
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June 7th 2011 8:26 am
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One day in early fall Daddy Samoa told the girls it would be a good day to take a hike and get some lessons at the same time. Daddy Samoa was very fond of nature hikes and often took the girls with him, teaching them about plants and rocks and all kinds of things, but especially about his favorite topic - "varmints." Dad was a Professor of Varmintry and a known expert on all different kinds of creatures that fell into that classification. He wanted the girls to get a solid background in Varmintry, even before they entered school, so he had been teaching them since they were so small they had to be carried.
For the hike the girls got into their khaki shorts and tee-shirts from last years camping trip. Buttons had a pith helmet she liked to wear, and Zipper had an old beekeepers bonnet that she had put ribbons and sparkles on. She decided to wear that. "In case we run into any flying varmints! Our heads will be protected." she explained to Daddy.
Daddy smiled and got out his Varmint Identification Manual. "Let's head up to the hilltop, there have been reports of some Varmints up there!" he said.
Zipper and Buttons held hands and skipped along the path. Daddy came along behind them, with a backpack full of instruments and a box lunch that Aunt Savvy had fixed for them with chicken and biscuits and chocolate cookies. They climbed the hill, steadily as the path wound through the trees and over a little bridge near a brook.
"Don't get too far ahead girls...I don't want to lose you!" called out Daddy as the girls climbed and climbed. They had lost sight of Daddy by the time they got to the top of the hill and Zipper had a fun idea! "Let's hide and pretend that WE are varmints!" she said. Buttons laughed and laughed and they both got under a great big bush and hid themselves.
They could hear Daddy puffing as he got to the top of the hill. "Now, where did those girls get to?" he asked himself. Zipper and Buttons giggled. Buttons could just see Daddy who was looking all around and then sat down on a big rock. He fanned himself with his explorer's hat.
Zipper tickled Buttons to try to get her to laugh, but Buttons smothered her giggles. Daddy looked over at the bush they were in and started paging through his Varmint Identification Manual. Zipper whispered "do you hear that?" very quietly into Buttons' ear.
Buttons COULD hear a noise, coming from the bushes behind them. "what do you think it is?" she whispered back to Zipper.
"i hope it isn't an angry varmint!" said Zipper, hugging onto Buttons very tight. The noise grew louder. And louder still!
Zipper and Buttons became very worried. This was not funny! A varmint might appear at any moment!
The bushes behind them began to rustle. And rustle harder!
Finally, Zipper and Buttons could stand it no more! They jumped up and ran from the bushes and straight into Daddy, knocking him clean off the rock. "Help, Help!" they cried. "A really BIG Varmint is in those bushes!"
All three turned to stare.
And Aunt Savvy scrambled out of the bushes, carrying a jug of lemonade. "I forgot to send you anything to drink! On the way up I lost the path! What on earth is the matter?" She said, seeing their startled faces! "You look like you have seen a Varmint!"
They all laughed and laughed!
June 3rd 2011 1:25 pm
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What happened to the Tails of Devotion? Anyway, this is mine for you and I didn't think I would be writing one so soon. Grandma was the one who was determined to get a Cocker Spaniel. I never mind adding on a dog, but didn't really care what kind or age or sex or whatever.
But that was before I met you. You are my baby jellybean. I love you more everyday! You are such a tough little creampuff and so loving, in spite of all the trouble you have had in you little life.
No more trouble, sweet girl. Happy times from now until forever!
May 12th 2011 7:37 am
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One day Aunt Savvy decided that the girls needed a swimming lesson. She herself was a champion swimmer in her youth and still loved to take a dip in the farm pond after a warm day of baking.
So on a hot summer day, she told the girls to get their swimsuits and towel because it was time they learned water safety. While they got ready she fixed a nice picnic snack of warm biscuits and honey along with some strawberry jam that she had put up the summer before.
Soon Zipper and Buttons came running down in their little gingham swimsuits. Zipper has a fluffy pink towel and Buttons had a blue one. It was hard not to run around with excitement, but Aunt Savvy had them walk, holding her paws as they made their way across the field to the pond. On the promise of some picnic lunch, Dad Samoa had offered to carry the picnic basket and he followed along behind. "Could be a good place to spot a varmint!" he said. Aunt Savvy told him to quit peeking in the basket.
Finally they got to the pond and Dad sat in the shade with a bottle of lemonade and rested while Aunt Savvy took Buttons and Zipper into the shallows and demonstrated some swim strokes. Then she held a paw under Zipper while the pup tried to paddle. The water churned and churned, but when Aunt Savvy took her paw away, Zipper started to sink!
Buttons had been waiting on the bank, and without thinking she jumped in to help Zipper. She splashed and chugged her way over and grabbed Zipper around the middle. Together they splashed and wiggled and then noticed that Aunt Savvy was laughing.
"You are swimming!" she said. "Not very well, but you are - now lets work on style."
And so they had a lesson and by the end of it they could dog paddle AND swim underwater just a bit!
Then they wrapped up in their warm towels and ate biscuits and honey under the tree. Swimming was hard work!
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