Dasher is over the Rainbow

It is with a broken heart that I write this. Our Dasher passed away 12/19/2009 on his own. It has taken me this long to update Dasher's Dogster Diary because his passing has been extremely painful. He went on his own in his Mama's arms with his Dad and dog brothers near by. He was with us for 4 years and we are certain it was with us that Dasher finally discovered what it was like to be truly loved by people. We have learned so much from Dasher. There will be never be another dog like him and for all that he has given us, we will be forever grateful. Go Geeeyum Greens!

Thank You

Wow, where to begin?!! Uhh, I'd like to thank the academy? No, that's not it. I don't know, but man, it's tough work being a celebrity. Can't say it enough, watch out for those darn brooms! Thanks to everyone for their kind words and support. The rosette and stars are awesome...can't say I mind being popular. For all who are curious, Cesar's the real deal. I still get a blackcloud every now and then, but just as soon as it starts hovering over my head, my humans get the broom to sweep it away. It's been a long road, between back problems and black clouds, it's amazing to think a dog can survive, huh? So anyway, thanks to all my dogster pals for rootin' for me, especially my "Misfit" pals, thanks to Cesar for teaching my humans the way of the dog and most of all, thanks to my humans...Love, Dasher

Now my fur looks stupid!

I just want my shrek...that's all man. Ever since that white fuzzy thing came along, my parents won't love me when I have black clouds. But shrek makes it better. For some reason, Mommy keeps taking him away from me. I don't get it. And on top of it all, my mommy tried to do something to me. I don't know what it was that she was doing. First she put that satellite dish on my neck. Then there was a buzzing sound and a rubbing sensation going on my back. I didn't know what it was man. Geez, I just want my shrek. But now my brother says I look retarded. During the buzzing noise, I showed Mommy my pretty teeth and she said that she was trying to make me look cute and for me to stop showing my pretty teeth. But I just couldn't do it man. She kept on with the buzzing noise that was rubbing my back and I didn't know what it was so I kept showing her my pretty teeth. What am I suppose to do? I don't have shrek and there are things going on that I just don't know, you know? So she said, "that's it" and all of a sudden the buzzing noise stopped; I didn't feel the rubbing sensation either. But now Radar is laughing at me. He says that my fur isn't smooth like his. Mommy says that she wishes that I would let her make me have a cute haircut, but I don't know what that means, so what am I suppose to do but show my pretty teeth? I'm tired of being made fun of. Now my daddy laughs at me because when I go to the bathroom, I walk around in circles until I'm done. I just want my shrek.

Something to think about

"I feel animals, because they are powerless before us, are a test of our character...we can choose a path of cruelty and harm, or kindness and mercy." ---- Wayne Pacelle

Path of Repentance

My mommy has never hurt me but I often want to hurt her and don't know why man. It must go back to my black cloud theory. That's what Princess says. She's currently counseling me and she says that I must face up to the fact that I'm a biter. She thinks it has something to do with what happened to me before I met my mommy. There were bad people in my life before my mommy and daddy but I try to block those bad people out of my mind--Sometimes though, it's hard to block out the mean people. When I was making that ugly face, I didn't bite Mommy, but man oh man, there have been many times when I have bitten her. Right now I'm on the path of repentance and would like to tell everyone that my name is Dasher and I'm a biter. I'm real sorry about all of the times I've hurt my mommy. I don't tell her this very often, but I love her and when the clouds aren't around, I show her how much my life has improved since I met her by acting excited when I go on walks with her, Daddy and Radar and when she gives me greenies and other good treats. Oooh man, do I love greenies. So man, I know I have a good home, but as I've mentioned before, it's hard for me to show appreciation. To any human who might come across a dog like me, I ask this of you. Don't be too quick to judge. Please do what you can to help that dog, give that dog a chance to experience the path of repentance. We dogs don't speak English, (any human who's reading this speaks dog) and don't get to have a fair trial like humans. We depend solely on the kindness of humans, which is kind of a gamble for us. Okay, that's all for now, I have to go to my counseling session with Princess (see her page under My Family).

I Wonder If Dasher the Reindeer Has Clouds Like Me

I don't know man. Everything was going good again. My cousins, Pal and Kelso, came over to stay for Christmas 'cuz my aunt was out of town. We were having fun. Christmas Eve was really good. There were no clouds above me. A couple of times, I even strutted like my brother Radar does (he taught me how). And then Christmas morning came. While Mommy, Daddy, Princess, and Radar were opening presents, another cloud came. It was with me all day. I remember being frantic. No matter how much Mommy and Daddy petted me, the cloud kept following me. Today, Mommy and Daddy were laying in bed and they invited me and Radar to jump into bed with them. Because I'm so short and the bed is so tall, I couldn't make the jump. So Daddy got down and picked me up like I asked him to, but I couldn't handle it. I growled and snarled like Alien/Predator and I think I wanted to bite my Daddy, but I don't know man. I stayed on the bed afterward and we took a nap. But that cloud was still there when I woke up. Maybe I need medication. Well, everything's okay right now, but I don't know man. I'll go check out what Radar's doing and see if I can figure things out.

Why Me?!

I don't know man. I just can't describe it. I do okay.......for a while, and then it happens. People say I'm crazy, but I think they just don't get me. Take today for example. My mommy was petting me and I was liking it. Then I saw that black cloud and it freaked me out so I bit her. Aren't black clouds the fault of the parents? The black clouds always follow me. They're in cohoots with the voices in my head. I love my daddy, I think. That's how it feels. But I don't know man. Everything's complicated. I just want sunshine and rainbows, but it never comes. My brother Radar is lucky. He never has the clouds. I got to go now. I think a black cloud is chasing me.