Goldie Earnes Her Wings.

Perhaps some of you know about the Airdale Rescue Group and the rescue of a Airdale in CO. She had been seen in the local area for two years before she was rescued.
Goldie was found by the edge of a road, muddy and matted from neglect.
She had lost the use of her rear legs, but had managed somehow to drag herself near the road where she was rescued by a caring person. She was immediatly taken to a animal hosptial, evaluated and ATRA became involved.
Her recovery was truly amazing and could not of been done without the help and donations of many many kind loving people. Although mobility improved in her legs, I do not believe she ever had total use of her legs.
Through the generousity of others she was equipped with "wheels", which for her must of brought joy we cannot imagine.
I found the story of Goldie totally by accident while surfing for rescued Airdales.
I would like to invite anyone who reads my diary to also read about Goldie and how she gave to others more than anyone could of imagined.
Her story especially touched me with the Christmas Season approaching. I would like to encourage you to keep the Spirit of Goldie alive by not forget your local animals shelters or a organization where a donation may be needed.
If you read the story of Goldie, you will know how important even the smallest act of kindness will turn a life around wether animal or human.
On behalf of Heidi, I, would like to extend to you Blessings today and into 2008.

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AireTails Of TheWild Wild West Entry 6 One of Many- Blessings.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING
I would like to wish each and everyone on Dogsters a Very Wonderful Thanskgiving.
Each one of you are very special to our pack leader. They cannot wait to announce to the world their "pup' is the best one ever and if you don't believe you can read all the stories people have written on this web sight.
We play a very special roll in the Human Pack. We mostly allow them the pleasure of true friendship and company with unconditional love. How many times have we refused to sleep with our human because they forgot to come home at feeding time, or because they may of bought the wrong type of flavored treats. On the other hand , how many times have they left the bed because the person they claim they love until death do them part, was snoring or making stinkies in their sleep. have you noticed they don't seem to feel the need to leave when we do the same thing. Now this is total acceptence of our shortcomings.What did we do to win this type of loyality.?????? Not much, a friendly greeting at the door, a respectful tail wag ,acknowledging we are listening no matter how boring the conversation is. We enjoy their company in spite of the bad day they think they had , nor do we not complain if they didn't take a bath today or even all last week. the list would be endless
I know one hundred percent you will be considered one of the Many Blessings being bestowed to your family on Thursday
Once Again HAPPY THANKSGIVING WHEREVER YOU ARE TODAY.
PS
Sure do miss you pawpa
i will be more thankful when you are able to be home with me and maw.







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AireTails Of TheWild Wild West Entry 5

Howdee all you lil-doggies.
Nov. arrived with gusty winds and a bit of rain. I don't like wind. Maw says it's cuz, the wind blows in my left ear through and out the right ear.. She's being funny and I wiggle and waggle while she speaks to me. If she's speaken to me she's not too frustrated with what I've been up to. I may be able to "talk" her into a carrot treat.
Last evening Paw-Pa's cat, Homer , went out for his evening stroll. He wasn't home by curfew, so Maw locked the door and went to bed. I hung out on the main floor waiting for my pal to return. Homer isn't much for rules either and comes and goes as he pleases. Eventually he showed up and I spotted him peering through the glass. I greeted him with my quiet "urf urf" voice. Homer is a fairly attentive fella, so I don't feel the need to be loud and bossy with him. He is usually more than willing to sit and visit and tells me whats going down in "the hood". I noticed he brought home his left over birdfeathr-pudden pie. and I was anxious to give it a taste. I keep assuring him with me "quiet urf-urf's" that I know he there and not to worry, Maw will eventually come open the door. It seemed to take longer than usual, but true as rain, Maw, finally, appears. She has bed-head and she isn't wearing her glasses, I still let her know she is the most important person in my life and give her my best doggie bow and head shake. I'm ignored. Paw says, never attempt
to impress mother if you wake her up. Guess he was right. Paw says HE'S always right.
Maw opens the door for Homer . It must of been because she wasn't wearing her glasses, but she didn't see Homer's snack laying on the deck. She slams the door, turns and walks out of the room.
What the Heck, Homer, we're inside!!!!! Lunch Outside.!!!!! hay Maw this ain't gonna work. Hay MAW!!!!!MAW! RATS!!!!!Maybe if I run after her and catch her before she's back in bed. Nope, she's already snoring. Better run back downstairs and tell Homer. I start whining this is horrible. I'm stressing out. I wanted that snack. It was meant for me. Homer brought it home for me, Me ME!!!! It's mine mine MINE!!!!!
The OCD (obsessive compulsive dog) in me is kicking in. I can't focus, I need that snack. I'm drooling. I forget to be quiet. I begin to voice my concerns. I run back up stairs. I don't care mom, your getting up right now, see me jump!!!! See me Jump in your face.!!!!! Wake up, you doorknob, get out of bed, it's my snack and I need it RIGHT NOW!!@!!! God I hate it when I'm ignored.
I'm gonna scratch on the glass, see I did it mom, did you hear me, I messed up your clean window, come see the doggie goobers all over your window. Ha ha ha. that will teach ya.MAW-DOGGONEITGETTHE "#!@#"OUTOFBED.....I WANT MY SNACK.
I try my "I need to go pee" howl. She will help out Old Man Pudgie three times a night
I am totally being ignored
Mom does not budge !!!!!
It's been at least a half hour and I'm losing steam.
Paw-Pa always said he "lives with two Aire-heads !!! Well without a doubt one is Maw. however I am a bit concerned which housecat he is referring too. Wonder if it would be our youngster, Fiona, when she wants to be noticed she acts like a silly kitty. Yes, my guess it's Fiona. Her feeling would be hurt if she knew, I will keep it to myself, not even gonna tell buddy Homer.
I will give the bird snack a rest for now.
I should be able to solve the problem by morning.
I whine a little and blow a fart. Maw may of won this battle, but not the war.

AireTails Of TheWild Wild West Entry 4 continued

Here I am all ready to share my ongoing tail.
I never dreamed I would still be on my Friday adventure. Usually I have nothing much to do and thought doing a diary would be a real snap. Write a few sentences and then get on with my doggie routine. Mom reminded me , that as a Airedale, we will never be able to write a few lines and then get on with it. What do you think the "A" in Airedale stands for???? Type "A' personality of course, and our lists are never short.
I will however, (as much as I hate to) jump over a few Friday events and get on with what I felt was one of the most embarrasing moments for a girly-dog to endure.
I was still in doggie heaven when mom came out of the grocery store. I was tired from the fun-run I had and while she was in shopping I stretched out in the back and fell sound asleep. I didn't even see mom come up to the Exployer. I felt a bit foolish as I usually am on guard for any car thieves who might live in our small town. I didn't want her to think I was sleeping on duty.
Groceries loaded, we took off. Not in the direction of home but through town. Having Maw catch me red-tailed dog napping, I made up for it, by doing my "Mad Dog, Mad Dog" routine at every car which passed us or beside us at each one of our three lights. I am sure I made a real impression to all who heard and saw me showing my teeth. (I have nice white ones).
We eventually ended up at Mr Vet Man's Office Mom must of noticed I was almost out of dog food and the weekend was coming. She had her list and she's not even Type A. She's on the ball !!!!!
Intead of leaving me in the car she put my leash on and told me it was time for my "shots' OUCH !!!!! She never mentioned this earlier to me. Well I will be a Big Girl and try not to whine or wimper . After all it's been a good day up till now.
Mom and Dr. Vet are talking and I'm not paying much attention as I am sniffing all sorts of cool smells. I thought maybe I could sneak in a Pee Squat, but mom noticed and gave me what she calls "a correction". Yea Right Correction??? It's a jerk on my leash that makes me feel like my head is going to come lose from my neck. So now I'm paying attention to the conversation. I'm hearing the words " exsessive scooting, sniffing, licking bum,rubbing bottom on carpets". Yea well I will admit I have been a bit anal with my anal area. So What? I'm a dog, right????
So Vet Man leaves the room and comes back wearing gloves sort of like what my maw wears when she gardens.. Sort of, but not exactly. I figure he ain't gonna plant no fall bulbs. Next thing I know Vet Man is right behind me and is lifting my tail up. Hay Buddy, no one plays with my tail but me. I'll just outsmart him and sit down. M-O-M, don't pick up my hiney, Vet Man is back there and he's up to something. What the "H" is he doing. !!!!#! He's up to something and it feels like it's my butt. God I am So embarrassed, Maw do something for Pete's Sake, he's sqeezing and pushing and squeezing some more. What is that horrific smell. I'm gonna pass out, Maw please, get me out of here. H-m-m-m-m, doesn't feel so bad, really. Sort of got rid of that itch I've been having back there. Still smelly though. Vet Man is now where I can see him and is taking of his glove he tells me how good I've been. Dah??!! Like I had somesort of choice. Maw pats my head and scratches my ears. When she does that I know things are ok. Whatever Vet Man was up to, must be done and over. Lets get the heck out of here, I'm heading out the door and no matter how hard my head is being jerked, I'm not giving in to this one. Out I went and if mom wanted to stay she could darn well do it without me. My mind was made up enough is enough. No lady has to endure what I just did then pretend all was hunky dorrie.
Sometimes Maw really surprises me. We got in and she pulls a little snack out of her purse. Candy???? Whatever it is , I'm game. I'll eat it, just get me out of here.
On the way home, I decided I wouldn't play "Mad Dog" with the traffic.
What if one of those drivers recognizes me from the Vet Mans office. Even I have my pride.
I had time to think things over.. Something certainly was different. My bum wasn't itching, and I didn't feel like I had to poop or rub myself on the car carpet. Embarrasing??? Yes??? Uncomfortable, ??? A little!!!
I began to see the humor. Hay ,Vet Man was the one who must of wished he hadn't done whatever he was doing. I mean that smell would of knocked out one of those bulls he had out in his holding pen . Ha the joke is on Vet Man. I begin to wag my tail, I give mom a kissy lick, she reaches up and scratches my ear. I have Airedale Pride, nuthen phases us, we are the Wonder Dogs of The Universe. What's a little anal probe now and then. We can handle it. What the heck next time I will be ready. Maw pulls into the driveway and we are home. Yes it was the Best Tail Waggen Day I have ever had with my Ma. Wait till Pudgie (mom cocker) hears about this.

AireTails Of TheWild Wild West Entry 3 coninued

Good Evening Doggie Lovers
So last night I dozed off and was not able to finish my tail of my most awesome day. As I wrote last night
We were on our way to the Beet Run(as maw calls it). The Beet Run is a Windbreak of Trees that follows a edge of a beet field. I usually trot down the tree line checking out the trees and run through the tall grass. Up until maybe a week or so ago, the Beet Run was filled with pheasents and grouse. Earlier this summer I taught myself to flush birds. I was nosing through the grass and a pheasent flew up right in front of my nose. I tell you what??? I was so surprised I just stood there and watched the pheasant fly away. This was fun I figures, so I thought I would do it again and the exact thing happend . I was hooked on "flushing". When I first began I would chase after the birds in flight but it didn't take me long to figure out they could fly faster than I could run. I perfected my own technique over the summer and it became a game I loved to do each time we were out at the run. If I spotted a bird and it preferred to pretend it was hiding I would do my horsie routine by rearing my front legs up and thump then hard on the ground. Do you guys ever to this.??? My rearing technique usually brought good results and sometimes three or four birds would take flight right under my nose. It would usually take almost a hour to flush out every spot I knew birds may be hiding . Yesterday was altogether different. I went through all my secret spots and could find not one bird. Nadia Nuthen, Zero, Zilch!!!! What the heck, where are my bird buds???? This isn't half the fun it was a few weeks ago. I searched and searched, not even a little whiff of pheasent could I pick up. I walked back to Maw and poked her butt. She patted my head and scratched my ear and told me she was supposed all my friends were in somebodys freezer. I could tell by the way she scratched my ear she was sad and I also felt a bit down thinking I would not be able to do my own pretend bird hunting for awhile.
So down this old dusty trail we continue. If no birdies then maybe I will find something more intersting. to peak my curiousity. Sure nuff, right there in the midddle of the trail lay a nice mound of ----you guessed it------, my most favorite thing in the whole wide world. A all natural nature snack, my most favorite pee on it, roll in it, wiggle in it, squirm all over it, pile of poo!!!!!! I gave a quick look around for maw who was far enough behind I would get a good roll in before she caught up to me. First I had to use my paw to spread it out a bit more. I sniffed, yep, so far so good. maybe a little pee squat first. ok now my rub my nose and whiskers in it just for fun. next my chinny chin chin, o.k neck, one side then the other gotta get down on the ground now and push my neck a little futher up and over. Hay, look at those clouds I can see while I'm on my back. Maybe if I wiggle a little harder I can get it all up my spine , yep yep, man that feels good, yea right there where I can't reach. Oh Man, this is great, just great. I have died and gone to that rainbow bridge I hear about. Let's just do a little more wiggling and squirming and rolling, oh I love to kick my legs when I'm on my back. I am digging this, do ya feel the love ???
My eyes are squeezed tight, and I'm enjoying the moment . Wait one little dog hair moment, I'm pickin up a scent here that doesn't belong, it's not mine and it's not the poo. Its HERS. Oh MY "G" this is going to make her mad, this is worse than the stinky fart, I'm gonna get it good this time. I do a quick flip flop and shake the dust out of my hair. I look at Maw, she's not wearing her happy face. Wonder if a poke butt would work. No sticks around to devert her attention to stick play. Can't mouth my leash and swing it over my head and play knock myself out. It's in her pocket. I am as dead as those birds and I am gonna end up with them in the freezer. Crap!!!!! Crap!!!! Yea Maw it's Crap Alright", but it's such sweet smelling crap. She isn't listening, she's only repeating the Crap Word. She looks at me turns around and walks over to the car and starts it up. This can only mean one thing. We're going home. She drives slowly away and I know it's time for me follow behind. Fun time is over and now she wants me to burn of some of my energy. Wonder if she would burn of steam if she was willing to do a bit of joggin herself. Well I got a mile or so to go, so I put my head in low gear and start off after her. Soon, I feel the breeze through my whiskers, I'm stretching my legs and it feels great, my ears are laid back as I concentrate on the run. I feel the dry grass crunching between my toes. I hear the geese honking and wonder how it would feel to be a bird in flight and I keep on stretching . I'm moving faster and faster. Soon I feel as if I have left the ground and I am with the geese. I am totally focused with no distractions . The speed picks up and I need to push myself a bit harder. I feel my strong heart beat, and my toungue is hanging lose just the way I like it . This is hard work but I love it. Paw Pa and I would jog together ---he could never keep up with me. I closed my eyes and for a moment Paw Pa was there and he was running as fast as I was. Paw Pa will be home soon and we will be doing this for real. Before I realize it we are at the end of the beet run and mom stops the car. She has a big smile on her face and she calls me her Little Girlie Dog. She rubs my nobby head and scratches my ear and she doesn't seem to mind the sticky stuff on my fur.
Jump In she tells me, We need to go shop for groceries.
Now didn't I tell you this was about the bestest day I have ever had and it
is only eleven a.m
Will finish later ! I still have a tail or two before the sun sets.

AireTails Of TheWild Wild West Entry 2

Howdee Doggie Lovers of America
Well I had about the best tail waggen day any Dale could have out here where the antelope and dogs freely roam.

Today my mom had plenty of errends to run and she surprised me by letting me ride along. It was my Lucky Day. She leashed my and and I jumped into the rear, and we began with our treck through town. I have my nose pressed through the open crack of the passengers window taking in all the wonderful smells as we crossed over the tracks and drove past the stock yards.. Nothing will give me a rush as quickly as fresh animal manure floating up into my nostils. I was beginning to feel it, mom was speeding and I felt I was on speed.. I closed my eyes and was beginning to relax. I just knew today would be different and maybe, just maybe ,maw and I could get through the day without name calling.
then it happend. I was breathing in the good air, and let lose the bad air. I didn't notice at first, but I happend to turn my head and noticed mom waving her hands in front of her nose and I knew I had blown a stinky. OH OH trouble ahead, mom does not like stink bombs. I tried to butter her up a bit by giving her a gently nudge on her cheek. It didn't work she started with the name calling by referring to me as" You Fart Face." What a put down!! My face isn't even near to what the back end looks like. I was expecting more name calling, but instead she stopped the car, rolled down the window and asked me if we should go out in the country for my run so I could take a dump. I could not believe my perky medium size ears. We were going for a run before dinner????!!! What had I done to deserve this treatment. If breathing in and passing methane gas could bring out the best in mom I will certainly need to try this again sometime. I made a note to not forget this one.

If you would like to find out how the rest of the day went check out my next entry. The only thing I can say for now. I am one half asleep girl and will need to finish later.

OH DEAR I just let another one lose. Wonder if she will notice, she looks preoccupied. I will just lay here quietly and feign sleep. Maw never questions Old Man Pudge for his lack of interest in Quality Air Control . Not once either has she ever called him Old Man Fart Face. Things will be diffferent when my Paw Pa, comes home to stay. Yes things will be different. until then I will just keep on with my story tellen and sharing my feelings with my new found friends. If I just lay here quiet and don't move I know that this day will end on a good note. If I juuust layyyyyyyyy heeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrre z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-

Aire-Tails Of The Wild Wild West Entry 1

Howdy Folks
I would introduce myself to anyone who wants to read about my adventures in a remote area of Montana where I am sure The Airedale is a virtualy unknown species. Our area is mostly populated with Black or Yellow Labs, Golden Retrievers, or other various hunting or herding dogs. As any Airedale could tell you we are extremly versatile and if we chose we could flush out birds, point you in the right direction of the pheasant, or bring that duck in for you. I could even live with the sheep and stand guard over them day and night just like that huge white dog that came up from Texas. ( bout three miles out). He tries to be rough and scary, but any dog that lives with baby sheep, can't be that bad. (or can they) ?
I might not have the technique down to a science, but I sure would have fun learning how to do it "my way".
So what about it, are you ready to hear a few tall tails or maybe more "bull" than fact.??
Check in on a regular basis and I will share what it is like to live with three cats, numerous finches, one old grandpa cocker spanial, my Ma & Paw pack leaders, but mostly the yarns will be ALL ABOUT ME, ME ME.!!!! Yippy Ky Yi,Yo, Get Along Little Doggies. We got some serious reading to do come winter.
Bye For Now.