Ch. My Liege Mor Gudewyne...

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Home:Ottawa/ At Home, ON, Canada  [I have a diary!]  
Sex: Male   Weight: 100+ lbs

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Dear Heart, My Friend...

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

Quick Bio:
-purebred-service dog

November 22nd 1996

Making sure Mum was safe.

None, he knew Mum was safe wuth him on duty... well sometimes Sumi (Siamese Sister) provoked him

Favorite Toy:
His brother,a toy poodle, by the name of " Pepper"

Favorite Food:
Everything that went to the tummy...

Favorite Walk:
was, anywhere Mum was going...

Best Tricks:
baby sitting, kids riding on him, pulling babies in wagon or sleigh...

Arrival Story:
After I was assaulted and left for dead, I spent 3 years in my bedroom. not even leaving to eat. One day I received a check from Victim's Compensation, ... I decided to search for the biggest, meanest looking dog in the world. I swore no-one would ever hurt me again.

The breeder brought Tantaur to me, he was a real "Pumbha", loyalty and trust he gave freely and he attached and he bonded immediately. As I still could not leave my home, I used to send him out with my Toy Poodle, Pepper, 7 pounds soaking wet. Tantaur came to me at 7 1/2 weeks, 23 1/2 pounds. he grew to be 265 pounds, but Pepper, his brother was his idol. have you ever watched the Elephants? Trunk to Tail?, this was Pepper and Tantaur... what a sight to behold. If you notice the phot of him in the snow, I was behind the door, flat on the floor... Pepper was just out of site of the camera...this was all Tantaur had until he was at least six months old... as he grew, so did I...

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My Tail of Devotion for Ch. My Liege Mor Gudewyne...

November 5th 2008 10:52 pm
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How I was named...

After my Mum was assaulted and left for dead, she spent 3 years in her bedroom. not even leaving to eat. One day she received a check from Victim's Compensation, ... she decided to search for the biggest, meanest looking dog in the world. She swore no-one would ever hurt her again.

When the breeder delivered me to Mum, (remember my Mum was incapable of leaving her home) I was seven and a half weeks old and I weighed twenty-three and a half pounds. Mum had narrowed my name down to be, a choice between two... at the time, "The Lion King" was in the front... " Pumbha " ... was one choice... I certainly looked like one... BOL, but my Mum wanted a strong, confidant, regal name. Therefore Pumbha was out...

One of my Mum's favorite story book characters is Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, Lord of The Apes, by Sir Arthur Canon Doyle ... in the stories, one of Tarzan's allies, the enormous, loyal, friend that kept Tarzan safe from all harm, protected him when he was hurt, hid him from Tarzan's enemies when Tarzan could not protect himself... The elephant, his Guardian Angel. ... The elephant Tantor. My Mum did change the spelling a little bit... and she named me Tantaur... She said it was a strong name for me, a name I would have to live up to... and I did.

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I Am Your Dog... Author Unknown

January 27th 2007 4:29 pm
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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 muzzle.

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 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 of 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)


At St. Peter's Gates...

January 24th 2007 12:25 pm
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On Judgment Day Saint Peter stands,
In his hands a list of virtues.
As all the souls in silence wait
To see who will pass through heaven's gate.
"You'll enter first," he says, "if you
Can swear your heart was always true.
In addition, you were constant to the end,
A friend. steadfast, loyal, devoted friend.
Never spiteful, never mean,
Through the good times and lean. Unchanging
With no desire but this: to be
Allowed to love eternally."
And this is why Saint Peter's hand
Throws wide the heavenly portals, and
With wagging tails and shining eyes
The dogs walk into paradise.
~By Millicent Bobleter~

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