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Stuffless Stuffies...

September 2nd 2010 1:14 pm
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Hi Everyone. I know the big thing lately is the stuffies without any stuffing in them. Well, mom got a catalog in today's mail that had 2 for $5.95. I think thats a good price since we've seen them for lots more. It has a skunk and a racoon in the set. We don't know the quality or anything about them. (Mom's never ordered anything from this company before.) We just thought we'd pass the information on in case anyone wants some or wants to try them. At that price, mom said we can try them too.

The name of the catalog is "The Lakeside Collection" and their phone # is 1-847-444-3150 and e-mail address is www.lakeside.com. (Mom doesn't get any points, freebies or anything at all pertaining to or from the catalog, she just wanted to share the info with ya'll.)

Mom better get that credit card out toot sweet! BOL

 

Pictures from our 5 minute storm 8/24/10

August 24th 2010 9:08 pm
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All this was done by wind, there was no lightening at all!

Uprooted tree - 8/24/10 - San Antonio

Tree

Power line

Another downed tree

Another downed tree

Another downed tree

Car damaged from 5 minute storm


Tree at bank

And after the rain...a miracle

 

Is my mom magical????

August 24th 2010 1:20 pm
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Mom let me and Austin out after we ate dinner to do our business and she noticed it was slightly overcast (nothing dark and ominous). She said "It looks like rain". She went inside and said to herself since we were still outside "I hope it storms and storms for weeks and weeks". And then, POOF! The wind picked up big time not more than 3 minutes after she put us outside. AND then, the rains started a-coming! WOO WHEE! That mama must have magical powers to make it storm just like that *snap*!! Then she went outside (while we stayed inside) and just stuck her snout up in the air and breathed deeply like we do when there's something we like to smell. She said the rain smells so good! WHA??!! Yeah, o.k. mom!

The rain has some pros and cons though...

Pro - Mom loves it

Cons - mom can't mow the yard
- I ALWAYS tramp mud in the house
- Austin inevitably poops on the patio cause he doesn't like to get hims feet wet - WHAT-EVER DUDE! You're not gonna melt!
- The grass grows taller and taller and tickles our butts until mom can get outside to mow it again!


Mom better start rethinking this magical power she has to make it rain, seems to me the cons outweigh the ONE pro! BOL

 

Farewell to A Friend

August 12th 2010 7:04 pm
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One of our Dogster pals, Daisy Mae (439979), has recently lost a pal of her's named Max. She received a beautiful e-mail with the following tribute to Max in it. She posted it in her diary and I asked if I could use her ID number to let all our friends read it too. I hope she doesn't mind, but I copied it and have printed it below. It is very touching, but so wonderful and hopefully we all are loved like Max. We too have had several pals in the recent weeks cross the Rainbow Bridge and this could be a tribute for them too. It is very moving, so please have hankies ready. With Love.....

A TRIBUTE TO MAX
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I received this email a couple of days ago but just got around to reading it this evening. It is from one of the groups I am on. It is obviously a tear jerk-er but it is so beautifully written that I thought you would enjoy reading it. It was written by an animal communicator.
I wrote this to remember & say goodbye to our dear, old, good friend Max...

~Dawn


Max’s Good Death

Our old dog Max has been flirting with death for several weeks. His eyes grew cloudy and his body became skinny, his hips moved precariously and he had trouble getting up by himself. But always he was happy with a wag of his tail and friendly look from those gentle brown eyes.

About five days ago it appeared Max’s end was finally near. So we made him comfortable on his big pillow bed, brought his meals to him, and sat with him, stroking his head, talking of all the good times we had together.

I made him a particularly delicious dinner one night as I suspected it might be his last. To my surprise he was up and about the following morning as if he hadn’t a care. Good old Max had bounced back with gusto — tail wagging wildly, eagerly moving around the back yard for an early morning piddle, and even climbing the back deck stairs to bark at the kitchen door for breakfast. My family and I were amazed — we had been grieving, slowly letting Max go, and here he was, back for a second round!

What followed were two very good days for Max: walking in the front yard, eating meals of kibble, rice and glistening chunks of salmon, and wagging his tail whenever he saw us.

But like all good things, this too came to an end. It shifted two nights ago when Max stopped eating. He took a sniff when I set down his bowl and simply turned away. This was something Max had never done before. He drank water that night and rested well, though the next morning he didn’t want to get up.

“Max is getting ready to go,” I told my husband and daughter. “Again?” they asked. We smiled — sadly and yet a bit relieved, too. We knew Max was finally ready to leave his old, creaky body behind. We knew the natural course of death was flowing through him.

Max showed up in our lives 11 years ago. He appeared on our back porch with another black lab during a winter wind storm. The two were runaways from (as we learned later) an abusive situation. At the time we lived with two dogs who were not so happy about sharing their home with two more. A day later the other black dog left and Max stayed on, wagging his way into our family as the big, goofy, good-hearted soul we came to love.

With a keen desire for food and fun, Max lived his life big. He loved to bark and run, chase balls and eat and drool. He was also a dog who possessed a deep well of acceptance — a genuinely kind dog who accepted even the sad things that happened to him as a puppy, and who continued to love. More than anything, Max was happy and proud to have a family — to belong. As he once told me, “I want to tell other people to love dogs and treat us well because we are so happy to help you and be with you. Ask us to do whatever you want and we will try, because we — black Labs especially — love to make you happy. That is what we love to do … to make you happy with us and then we are happy with us, too. We love you!” Such was Max’s simple yet profound philosophy of life.

When it was clear that Max was getting ready to leave his body, I accompanied him on a few short walks around our front yard. He moved slowly and stopped often to smell the grass, the mushrooms, the flowers, the rocks, the trees. But yesterday he didn’t want to walk. Instead, he purposefully moved through the back yard and lay down by the raspberry patch. It was a favorite place of ours: me picking raspberries from the higher branches and Max munching the small bright red berries that hung close to the ground. He lay down calmly, easily, sinking into the earth, his nose close to all those good earthy smells.

In the course of the day Max moved a few times, as if searching for his perfect spot. Finally, he positioned his body on a small incline, looking out over the mountains beyond our yard. During the afternoon I alternately sat and lay in the sunny grass next to him. We spoke of all the fun times we had together and I told him how lucky we felt to have him in our family. He reminded me of dreams he once shared — of following a trail through a marsh in which he was waylaid by shimmering flowers, teasing leprechauns, and other magical dream diversions; of running through a field that became a forest filled with incredible smells and shapes; and, in yet another, the thrill of running very fast and taking a giant leap off a hill, sailing up high into the clouds, race-flying through a misty, cloudy world. As we became quiet and calm, I felt him reliving his dreams — lapping up water as if moving through the marsh, twitching his legs and stretching his head as if to prepare for the big leap off the hill.

In the early evening, I left Max to prepare dinner for friends. I came out every so often to check on him, to sit beside him and gaze at the view from his perspective. Each time I noticed that more and more of Max was drifting away. He often seemed to be looking into another world — a different dimension than the one I was occupying. At one point I lay down next to Max and felt our energies join. I was suddenly aware of the soft and yielding quality of the grass and dirt — of how welcoming the earth had become beneath our bodies. I realized then that Max was sinking himself into the earth, and how comforting this was for his release.

Shortly after dinner that night it began to rain. My daughter and our dinner guests and I raced outside to move Max. But Max didn’t want to be moved. His body was anchored, as if it had become stone. Thus, we decided to cover Max. We grabbed tent poles to create a funky, four-sided pyramid, and lay a huge brown and green tarp overhead, securing the sides for any wind that might blow through, but leaving the front open to the vista.

Late that evening, guests gone, dinner and dishes put away, I crawled inside the tent to sit beside Max. It was cozy and warm, the rain a soft pitter-pat upon the sides of the tarp. I fluffed Max’s pillow beneath his head, and covered him with a bright orange and yellow sleeping bag I had once used as a child. By now Max was almost entirely in the spirit world, his eyes distant, his body still, his breathing deep and low and slow. It was peaceful laying beside him, my hand resting upon his neck, gaze drifting into the cloudy, blue-gray sky looming wide over mountains and trees and homes.

In the morning Max was gone, only the shell of his furry body left behind. My husband dug a grave and lined it with bright purple stalks of fireweed. I added a small branch from the raspberry patch and my daughter blew kisses. Together we gently lowered our kind-hearted friend into the welcoming earth. We said our goodbyes, our faces leaking tears and smiles, both missing him and wishing him well on his new adventure.

Standing by his grave this morning, I looked out over the mountain view. It was cloudy as the day before, but a ray of sunshine beamed through the haze, carving a bright, golden green path down the mountainside. And there was Max — running fast, his body swift and supple, taking a giant leap to sail high up into the clouds, race-flying with joyful abandon. As always, wagging his tail.

 

Miss LuLu came to see me tonight...

August 2nd 2010 9:29 pm
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She said she came by to give mom some vegetables, but I really think she came to see me. She ooo-ed and ahhh-ed over me and said how pretty I was and that my green eyes were beautiful. She played with me and gave me a nice massage and I was leaning all over her and giving her lots of lovins' too. She sure was nice and said I was just like Ebby in that it's all about ME at our house! Mom told her I could go home with her to play with Ebby, but Miss LuLu didn't think that would work with us two alpha females together! BOL Oh well, that's o.k. she can come back and visit me any time and give me all the massages she wants to.


Thanks Miss LuLu. I love you!!

 

I've been tagged by Alexandria!

July 18th 2010 7:36 pm
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Hello, If you are reading this pal then you are one lucky pup cause I sent invites to my special furiends to read my diary so that we can get to know each other a little better. Just copy and past this to your diary and change the answers to your answers ok. This is FUN FUN FUN!! Hugs,Doo


1. Do you ever wake your parent up in the night?

All. THE. TIME! (And she hates it too!) ;o)

2. Do you ever tear up things?

ALL. THE. TIME! (thats why we can't stay inside when mom's gone, I can't be trusted out of her site!) :o(

3. What is your favorite treat?

Anything is a favorite!

4. Can you fetch something when asked to do so?

Sometimes I can get my toys, when mom tells me to.


5. Have you ever lived any place other than where you live now?

I lived with the people who had my birth mother until I was 6 months old and then I've been only here with my mama and Austin.



OK You know what to do, so copy this and fill out your answers and send to 5 friends.

 

You know what they say about karma!!

June 20th 2010 6:05 pm
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Last month our friend Ernie George wrote in his diary that one night when he sounded the alert alarm, he woke his momma up and she jumped out of bed and ran right smack into the door. Well, we laughed our butts off, but you know what they say about karma....

Last night in the middle of the night, I got the urka gurkas. (I had stolen mom's corn cob and chewed it up and down the gullet it went, but at some ungodly hour of the night it decided to repay me a visit!!) Mom heard me, you know that sound we make--that can wake ANYONE from a dead sleep, and she jumped out of bed like they were giving away free food or Barry Manilow was putting on a personal concert for her! She ran from the bedroom trying to make it to the sliding glass door before I urped all over the house and banged her hand big time right smack on the french door! She has a B-I-G bruise and I've been trying not to laugh at her all day. BOL (After the 2nd time she had to jump up, she just decided to sleep in the living room in case it happened a 3rd time!) She was not a happy camper to say the least. :o( (BTW, we DID make it out the door before anything came up.) ;o)

So, mama, you know what they say...what goes around comes around. Better be nicer to people. ;o)

P.S. We did send Ernie George's mom a "we're sorry" pawmail, we felt so bad.

 

ONE MORE DAY!!

June 19th 2010 11:59 am
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If I'm not mistaken, tomorrow is the 20th of June. Isn't that when YOUR friend and MINE, Zaidie Pup is going to be home??!!! I Think so! YAY!! I know we've all been counting the days and now we're down to counting the hours til we see our favorite LWD, Zaidie! I know him and him's daddy had a great time Batching it and doing guy stuffs while Zaidie's Momma was gone! Can't wait to hear all his adventures! Hope Zaidie's Momma had a good time on her trip. We know she'll be SO glad to see her LWD and he won't be letting her out of his site any time soon!! ;o)

 

So....how about a meet-up/get together in the future??

June 6th 2010 11:32 pm
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Mom's had it in her head for awhile now to have some kind of informal get together centrally located in TX so all of us TX people could meet each other. I put the bug in Rinky, Ebby and Peter Parker's ear and have had positive feedback, so I thought I'd throw it out there to see what everyone thinks.

Then mom got to thinking maybe some of our neighboring states friends would like to come. Or someone wanting to take a vacation. Anyone and everyone is invited to come. At this point in time, NOTHING has been decided. We'll tell everyone when and where and then we'll meet. Everything will be at each person's own expense.

What do YOU think of the idea in general???

Doo

 

Animal Planet Series - Life

June 6th 2010 6:49 pm
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I don't know if any of ya'll know about or are watching the documentaries about animal life on Animal Planet, called LIFE but it is well worth watching. The photography alone is worth it. Several times throughout the show I thought mom's eyes were gonna pop out of her head. BOL

Your animal loving pal,
Doo

 
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