December is full of surprizes

I think thanksgiving should come after christmas so we can be thankful for christmas and what it means and of course all our presents under the tree.this year we have a small tree up on a table,because mom is worried the boys might pee on the big one?ew.Jon is coming home from basic on the 15th so mom is really busy decorating the heck out of the house and getting ready for him, she wants it to be really special this year.krista is trying to talk mom into setting up the big one,wonder if those repellants would work to keep dogs away? can you imagine us eating thru all the gifts while mom is at work...funny mental image.simbala the littlest of the kitties mom saved,lifts lip up a bit at the c a t word,,oh sorry,is leaving on the 15th to his new home,his new family is driving from omaha to pick him up.I wonder how many people actually realize how long and almost impossible it is to find that perfect home for a pet who needs one,its almost a task that is so hard as to be heartbreaking,could that be why we came and didnt leave? deep thoughts....Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all,may all of you know the joy of a warm bed, a full food dish and paws full of love, amen

How much love does it take to fill the house?

We have two new brothers,cats, yeah i said cats..one sigh am mease, his name is Arctic and he is almost as big as me anda baby cat whose name is Jack, Jack Frost,mom said only the barn needs some love in it, so the next rescue will that shows up will be 4 hooves and a swishy tail,and is 16 years old, mom says he can be a babysitter,he came from an abusive home and was left on his own,the equine association of iowa took him in, we are waiting to be approved,to adopt a horse your fencing has to meet their standards and we dont know if ours will, mom is excited and has been working hard getting the barn ready,and looking for someone who is knowledgeable about fencing, our dad isnt a farmer so he cant help with that except to do the fixing up when he is shown what to do,we dogs are looking forward to new poop to explore and eat,dont give me that look, we know you all eat poop,giggles Star

cancer

they use to say, 1 out of every 5 people you know will be effected by this disease somehow.todays count is more closer to 4 out of 5,which makes our hearts heavy and for many many tears,and untold prayers sent up for the good lord to have merci on those, both human and dog.A good friend of moms from work, has decided to no longer be cut on and is back in the hospital with a do not rescitate bracelet on his wrist,he has children and only in his 40s,didnt go to the doctor for many years and had colon cancer which spread far and wide,we would like to tell him fight fight fight, but each persons battle is differant and death like birth is the souls eternal flame which is the light of eternity and i feel it is not my place to tell him my thoughts on living.I was one who fought,i fought after surgery,i fought during chemo the absolutely most horrible thing ive ever had to face in my life,many times my thoughts would turn dark and at my weakest moments i too wanted to give up,but i choose life,as long as the good lord above helped me and it was in his plans to let me live longer i was going to, i had children depending on me, a new marriage, my second,dogs who i knew would never be able to find the love from another like the love they recieve from me, selfish things all,,,but i so wanted to live and live i am, i thank god for every day , good or bad, and there have been some bad ones, i open it like the gift it is and try to help others think of life as what it is,,this gift..i smell flowers alot,i lay in the grass with my my daughter and dogs and we look at the shapes the clouds make, we sit on the deck to watch the falling stars in a metor shower,i hear each bird in the morning choir and love to hear the concert they perform and think, wow if only everyone could appreciate these simple pleasures,,what a differant world it could be

Proud Family Of An American Soldier

Our boy Jon is leaving in 38 days for boot camp,we are proud, scared,excited for him and sad,I guess no one who has not experienced this could ever understand the mixing of all these emotions,the cycles of feelings.Dad is a retired Air Force guy,Red Horse,Jon is Charlie Company 133rd,Army National Guard,he wants to leave for Iraq as soon as he is able to and has already been promoted twice.Being a dog we dont understand this war but we do understand the need not only for our family but every family in this country to be safe.So things are a little hectic here right now,Grandma Izzy and Auntie JuJu just left , visiting from Milwaukee for the weekend, they came for a family reunion on moms side of the family, us dogs didnt get to attend but lots of good food was brought home for us to share.We all got baths and were all on our best behavior,except someone piddled on the carpet in the quest bedroom and mom was so embarrassed,wasnt me i was sleepin in my crate, curled up on a comfy new pink and white doggie bed, which is the softest place ive ever slept, and i love it,its hard to remember more and more the days when i slept on a cold concrete floor and sometimes had to lay in my own wastes,i have been very good lately and mom is proud, today tho one of my bad habits did resurface and i tipped over the garbage basket to get the good stuff out before they took it outside and the guys in the big noisy truck steals it,but i never got the chance, mom heard it hit the floor and i was so busted, and sent to bed, i knew i did wrong, i hung my head down and did the sad puppy eyes but it didnt work.Later i tried on my halloween costume and it fit great except for my antennes which have to be made smaller for a doggies head.Well time for this girl to head to her bed,i have a new moo tube to munch on until i fall asleep,sweet dreams ,Star

August in Iowa, is for the birds

birds birds everywhere, they fly in eating dragonflies and mayflies,leaves are starting to fall already even with the temps up the high 90's,the best thing about living on a farm in this heat is being able to find a cool spot in the dirt and dig a big hole and lay in the cool earth, but make sure you do this where the hoomans cant see and wont fall into it.august in iowa is also the start of puppy season, we had 5 foster kids running around, only two are left, was one but one had to come back, which is one of the rules if you adopt a puppy and for some reason cant keep it , you have to bring it back.,i dont mind the puppies but i dont really think they like me, and i am glad when they all find homes and moms attention is only split 5 ways, i dont need a whole lot of attention, im pretty independant, but i want to be by moms side without a bunch a puppies jumping on me all the time, it makes me kinda grouchy.having a brother is nice, when ever one of us has to go out to potty at night he has to go out with us to make sure nothing happens to us, mom thinks its very galliant of him, we think hes just being snoopy and afraid to miss out on something

July in Iowa

Well the corn is so tall, its three times over my head, mom is always worried one of us is going to get lost out in a field and cant find our way home, so she makes sure we never go close to the fields, which is hard.Our farm is surrounded by corn fields on three sides, sigh.Mom worked hard outside today in our kennel,she washed it out with bleach water and then let it sun dry all day and then put sweet hay down and added new blue tarps to keep out the sun, even tho we dont spend much time in it, she wants to make sure we are safe and comfortable if she gets stuck at work and we are outside, its happened before , a storm came and we got wet,she wasnt too happy no one remembered to bring us in.We all took turns rolling in the hay, it smells so good,Mozart chewed on a few pieces to see if we could eat it, we use him as a guinea pig, if he eats it and its good then we will all try it, we use the same principal with new dog kibble,if he eats it then we all will.Its also time for sweet corn, we get to chew on the cobs, they are all buttery tasting and still have some kernels on them when we get them,its the kind of thing you dont want to eat when another dog is watching you, so you can get plenty of butter dripping down your chin and corn stuck tween those teeth,well thats about it for me, another month is almost gone, its almost been a year since i came to my new home,i still have problems going potty inside, and the garbage is a treat i can never leave alone.Oh i forgot , last week, mom heard a noise in kitchen, this was pretty late, i always wait until i think all the family is asleep to do my spy work, krista came running into moms bedroom and told her i was on the kitchen counter, of course i jumped down when she ran by, i repeated this several times over the week, with the hoomans totally stumped about how i was getting way up on the counter, after all im only a min schnauzer,not very big , i ate a whole loaf of dads favorite toasting bread and left only the end crusts, so by then mom really had to figure this out, she was in deep water for having a dog who not only counter surfed but ate the dads whole load of bread, well this is how i did it, hannahs got a time out crate, one of those big plastic ones, and it was pushed under the bar, i would nudge the crate out , climb up on the crate and wallah, jump up on the counter, until i was caught by krista i had been getting away with this, mom wondered why her clean counter had hairs on it, but with kids , who knows so she didnt think about it too hard, so now the crate is moved and my surfing days are over sigh, they have learned to put the garbage can up on the counter so i cant tip it over and strew it all over the kitchen, that happened after i got into the pasta can and had a red face and mom thought i was dying until she saw it was ravi oh li's , so my garbage days are looking a little bleak, help a girl out can you, send any portions of used food to the cause, stars garbage haven, at the eye oh wah corn field, 2 miles north of town, 6 miles west, i would greatly appreciate it, so folks, thats my story and im sticking to it....stinky slurps and oddles of wags, Star the dog who walks for cancer..

tagged and it today

i thought i was hidded pretty darn well as no one had found me to tag me yet and then..Harper , and T-Bone, so here goes.

The rules are as such:
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Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary, or, send them a fun Rosette announcing they've been Tagged!

7 facts about me

1.i was an unwated breeder dog who was a throwaway from a kennel
2.my color disqualifies me from being a akc pedigreeded pup
3.im young but ive already had several litters of puppies and always need a cesearian at birth time
4.I dont like children under 10 them make me nervious
5.I love getting into the garbage
6.I am now a loved and wanted part of a famiy, and im spayed, yah for spaying
7. I am the poster child for team cmc's relay for life this year and get to take part in the relay, i am walking the survivor lap with my mom


so now i have to pick 7 pups to be tagged, this is the hard part.i pick

1Pufulet
2.JackGoodman-Carmean
3.Matilda
4.Pugsle y
5.Vincent
6.Flower
7.Muneca

Rain rain makes mud

I dont think i can ever be white after all this rain, mom says its hopeless trying to keep me white, so until the storms have gone away me and mud are best friends.We have a new sister. bol, its a pig, an escaped lady from a hog confinement, they wont take them back when they escape , for fear of germs or disease, one problem can wipe out 1000's, and mom being the mom she is cant make a friend with an animal and have it killed for food, so she is going to barter her, all 200 lbs of her for a bottle fed pgymy goat, what ever that is and a years supply of hay and straw.A friend of Mozarts called it bacon on stilts , i laughed so hard , and now pigs will forever be thought of as that in this house.Well im gonna go bond with mom, bond right to her bed, bol.

With thoughts of a pal

This entry is dedicated to Joker, loved by so many, friend to countless, missed always and forever,its called Memories are Golden,author unknown
They say memories are golden.Well maybe that is true.I never wanted memories, I only wanted you.A million times I needed you.A million times I cried.If love alone could of saved you,you never would of died.In life I loved you dearly.In death I love you still.In my heart you hold a place no one could ever fill.If tears could build a stairway,and heartache would build a lane.Id walk the path to heaven and bring you home again.Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same.But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again....

with every end comes a new beginning

well, we dont know if anyone has been reading this, and its been fun when we had the time to write down some of our experiences.of the 6 little sunshine puppies, all but 1 have found their furever homes,they were firsts for me in many respects,i knew nothing about schnauzers or soft coated wheatens, totally clueless about white schnauzers in general, ive learned alot, and they brightened each and every day, it was such a blast watching them grow, thrive and each of them developing totally differant personalities,im so proud of them,and so happy that they will be loved and cherished like they so deserved.i hope a part of me lives with them and watches over them and they have a life blessed with only good things, i can only hope fate is kind.of the 5 families, none can continue with this page so after the last baby has left his nest, i will change this page over to ~STAR~ their mommy, she will stay here with us forever, she isnt into young children and glues herself to my side when she can, i think she alone will be happy when she can finally relax that her job is done and there will be no more babies for her.so with every end comes new beginnings, and may the angels watch over them with compassion and love forever.