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To All My Pals!

July 1st 2006 4:33 pm
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“I paws allegiance to my Pals
who are united here at the dog park
and to the frolicking in the grass.

One safe haven, ‘cuz we’re Dogs,
in the summer sun,
with liver treats and bullysticks for all.”

Love, Cassie



June 18th 2006 3:36 pm
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Here we go again, it's been thundering off and on for about 3 days now. Thunder is about my least faborite ting in de wowld! I hab been hiding underneath de end table in de bedwoom or behind de couch.

It seems like dis wedder is sposed to keep going all week, too, so I'm not a happy corn terror at all.

I'm going to hide!!



Rabbit Babies

June 4th 2006 7:30 am
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Oh, my goodness, much to my delight I located a rabbit's nest while I was out walking with daddy on Thursday. Before daddy knew what this little cairn terrier was doing, I had a baby rabbit snack, and that made daddy sad. He didn't yell at me, though, cause he knew I was only following my cairn terrier instincts. He wished he'd known what I was doing and could have stopped me though.

Now that I know where that nest is, every time we go outside I want to visit that place again, and I don't understand why the hoomans don't thinkn it's such a good idea.

Hoomans are very strange indeed!



Brazos Bend State Park!

May 29th 2006 10:41 am
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WOW, dat pwace is wots and wots of fun for a corn terror dawg likez mi. I had more stuffz to sniff n chase and dig in. I hadz such a gud time bisiting der dis morning. I hopez mommy and daddy takez me bak der reel suun!!



The Journey

May 27th 2006 2:39 pm
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by Crystal Ward Kent

When you bring a pet into your life, you begin a journey - a journey that will bring you more love and devotion than you have ever known, yet also test your strength and courage.

If you allow, the journey will teach you many things, about life, about yourself, and most of all, about love. You will come away changed forever, for one soul cannot touch another without leaving its mark. Along the way, you will learn much about savoring life's simple pleasures - jumping in leaves, snoozing in the sun, the joys of puddles, and even the satisfaction of a good scratch behind the ears.

If you spend much time outside, you will be taught how to truly experience every element, for no rock, leaf, or log will go unexamined, no rustling bush will be overlooked, and even the very air will be inhaled, pondered, and noted as being full of valuable information. Your pace may be slower - except when heading home to the food dish - but you will become a better naturalist, having been taught by an expert in the field.

Too many times we hike on automatic pilot, our goal being to complete the trail rather than enjoy the journey. We miss the details - the colorful mushrooms on the rotting log, the honeycomb in the old maple snag, the hawk feather caught on a twig. Once we walk as a dog does, we discover a whole new world. We stop; we browse the landscape, we kick over leaves, peek in tree holes, look up, down, all around. And we learn what any dog knows: that nature has created a marvelously complex world that is full of surprises, that each cycle of the seasons bring ever changing wonders, each day an essence all its own.

Even from indoors you will find yourself more attuned to the world around you. You will find yourself watching summer insects collecting on a screen.(How bizarre they are! How many kinds there are!), or noting the flick and flash of fireflies through the dark. You will stop to observe the swirling dance of windblown leaves, or sniff the air after a rain. It does not matter that there is no objective in this; the point is in the doing, in not letting life's most important details slip by.

You will find yourself doing silly things that your pet-less friends might not understand: spending thirty minutes in the grocery aisle looking for the cat food brand your feline must have, buying dog birthday treats, or driving
around the block an extra time because your pet enjoys the ride. You will roll in the snow, wrestle with chewie toys, bounce little rubber balls till your eyes cross, and even run around the house trailing your bathrobe tie - with
a cat in hot pursuit - all in the name of love.

Your house will become muddier and hairier. You will wear less dark clothing and buy more lint rollers. You may find dog biscuits in your pocket or purse, and feel the need to explain that an old plastic shopping bag adorns your living room rug because your cat loves the crinkly sound.

You will learn the true measure of love - the steadfast, undying kind that says, "It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, or how life treats us as long as we are together." Respect this always. It is the most precious gift any living soul can give another. You will not find it often among the human race.

And you will learn humility. The look in my dog's eyes often made me feel ashamed. Such joy and love at my presence. She saw not some flawed human who could be cross and stubborn, moody or rude, but only her wonderful companion. Or maybe she saw those things and dismissed them as mere human foibles, not worth considering, and so chose to love me anyway.

If you pay attention and learn well, when the journey is done, you will benot just a better person, but the person your pet always knew you to be - the one they were proud to call beloved friend.

I must caution you that this journey is not without pain. Like all paths of true love, the pain is part of loving. For as surely as the sun sets, one day your dear animal companion will follow a trail you cannot yet go down.

And you will have to find the strength and love to let them go. A pet's time on earth is far too short - especially for those that love them. We borrow them, really, just for awhile, and during these brief years they are generous enough to give us all their love, every inch of their spirit and heart, until one day there is nothing left. The cat that only yesterday was a kitten is all too soon old and frail and sleeping in the sun. The young pup of boundless energy wakes up stiff and lame, the muzzle now gray. Deep down we somehow always knew that this journey would end. We knew that if we gave our hearts they would be broken.

But give them we must for it is all they ask in return. When the time comes, and the road curves ahead to a place we cannot see, we give one final gift and let them run on ahead - young and whole once more.

"Godspeed, good friend," we say, until our journey comes full circle and our paths cross again.


Memorial Day Weekend

May 27th 2006 5:50 am
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It's a long weekend and a holiday. While we all are having fun with picnics and barbeques and all the other fun stuff, let's also try to remember that this weekend we remember all the men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice in protecting our country.



Our Hoomans Obsess Over Things!

May 13th 2006 6:55 pm
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Starting last Thursday, I had the "runs" -- kind of, anyhow. It varied from "runny" to looking kind of like "pudding". Anyway Mommy tried all the things that people in her CRM group suggested and other people suggested and I still had the "runs". I still ate, played, tinkled, wagged my tail, acted perfectly normal except for the "run" problem. Well, Wednesday this was still going on, so mommy took me to the vet who did the indignite of sticking that thermometer up my rear end (ouchie) and took a fecal sample (also not fun). He couldn't find anything seriously wrong, so he sent mommy and me home with 3 medicines, one antibiotic and two to help "firm" me up. Well, wouldn't you know it, then on Thursday and Friday I didn't do anything at all, and mommy was back on the phone with the vet. Vet said to take me off two of the meds (that "firmed" me) but to keep giving the antibiotic. Well, one my second walk this morning I finally did it - a nice normal poop. Mommy did a real happy dance, petted me, loved on me, called me a good girl! I have never seen anyone be so happy about a poop-what comes naturally!

I did another "good" poop this evening, and another celebration by mommy.

I swear, hoomans are strange creatures sometimes, the obsess over the strangest things.



Kwales and Wabbits

April 22nd 2006 12:49 pm
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My goodness, it seems every time daddy takes me for a walk these days either a wabbit or some qwales jump wight outz in fwont ob me. It wud be gwate if daddy wud only wet me chase doze peskee kreetures, but i iz leashed and kan only go so far. DWATS!!!

I lub my walkies but itz getting too warm to stayz outsidez too long.

I tink I will go see if i kan get daddy to go outsidez wit me wight now.



Cassies Life

April 9th 2006 1:00 pm
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I hab my own bwog -- if you're interwested in weading more about mi developing cairnattude dis is the address:

C assie


I Am Your Dog

April 7th 2006 7:45 am
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I am your dog, and I have a little something I'd like
to whisper in your ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have
to work, some have children to raise. It always seems like you are
running here and there, often much too fast, often never noticing the truly
grand things in life. Look down at me now, while you sit there at your
computer. See the way my dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy
now. That comes with age. The gray hairs are beginning to ring my soft

You smile at me; I see love in your eyes. What do you
see in mine? Do you see a spirit? A soul inside, who loves you as no
other could in the world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior
wrong doing for just a simple moment of your time? That is all I ask. To
slow down, if even for a few minutes to be with me. So many times you
have been saddened by the words you read on that screen, of other of my kind,
passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so quickly, sometimes so suddenly
it wrenches your heart out of your throat. Sometimes, we age so slowly
before your eyes that you may not even seem to know until the very end, when
we look at you with grizzled muzzles and cataract clouded eyes. Still the
love is always there, even when we must take that long sleep, to run free
in a distant land.

I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next
week. Someday you will shed the water from your eyes, that humans have when
deep grief fills their souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you
did not have just "One more day" with me. Because I love you so, your
sorrow touches my spirit and grieves me. We have NOW, together. So come, sit
down here next to me on the floor, and look deep into my eyes. What do you
see? If you look hard and deep enough we will talk, you and I, heart to
heart. Come to me not as "alpha" or as "trainer" or even "Mom or Dad," come
to me as a living soul and stroke my fur and let us look deep into one
another's eyes, and talk.

I may tell you something about the fun of chasing a
tennis ball, or I may tell you something profound about myself, or even life
in general. You decided to have me in your life because you wanted a soul
to share such things with. Someone very different from you, and here I am.
I am a dog, but I am alive. I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I
can revel in the differences of our spirits and souls. I do not think of
you as a "Dog on two feet" -- I know what you are. You are human, in all
your quirkiness, and I love you still.

Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world,
and let time slow down if only for 15 minutes. Look deep into my eyes,
and whisper to my ears. Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will
know your true self. We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.

--Love, (on behalf of canines everywhere)
Author Unknown

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