Saturday, October 10, 2009

The Dogs Guide to Human Words!

Here is what we will tell you about today. Words. Humans have good words and bad words. We, Stella and Lena, have decided that it is time to bury all bad human words. I Stella will start to dig the hole right now. Here is what will go deep into the hole.
First, the words "BAD DOG". These are the very, very worst of all human words. We do not want to hear them ever again. Ha! Into the very bottom of the hole.

Next in is the word "NO." We dogs hates this word. "No" goes in right on top of "bad dog."

Okay, get ready now for these next words, "Back", "Inside", and "Down". These are not as bad as the first two but still, who needs them? Not us.

Oh noes, we almost forgot. The third baddest of human words - "time for a bath." Mom said this to both of us last week. It was really awful what happened next. Why does she do these kind of bad things to us? She says she loves us but she makes cold water squirt all over us. Bad mom! There. See how it feels!

Now for the good words. We plan to train mom to say these lots and lots of times. I Lena will tell you about some of my bestest human words.

Good Dog. This is what mom says when she is happy with us and gives us smiles and hugs and yummsy things to eat. We have to do what her words tell us to get her to say this "good dog" to us.

Cookies - Almost the best. Sometimes mom just yells "Cookies" because she loves us and we run and wriggle and she gives us cookies. Sometimes we have to show her all of our special tricks before she will gives them to us.

Bonesos - Not sure which is better actually, bonesos or cookies.

More words we like and want to hear more of. Lots more of. Here they are . . . Walk. Go. Get in the truck. Up. Lets Go. Hugs. Squeekie. Zoomies .

There, you see there are many human words that are the best and can be said just as easy as the words that we have decided must go and are now going to be buried once and for all.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

The Last Day of Summer Vacation

We have to speak, we do. If we wait for mom to write the words for our blog, we will be putting on ice skates in that hot place down there, far under the ground.

Today is a very, very sad day. Tomorrow we start the time when mom gets up early and kicks us out of our softies on the bed. She will make us go outside in the cold and damp grass while she showers and dresses in fancy clothes that she says we can't shed on. Then she leaves us. Everyday. For a long time.

Mom is not happy either. She says that summer vacation is over. We don't know what a vacation is but when mom is with us all day, we sure have fun. Here are lots of pictures of us, having fun for weeks and weeks and weeks. Mom says this is what summer vacations are for. Fun. We say they are for the dogs. We likes them the best.

Here I, Stella, am doing walkies in my easy leader. See how it matches my special colors.

Sometimes mom hitches us together and we go for walkies.

Ha ha, here I Lena gots to go camping with mom without Stella. It would have been
perfect but somehow that stupid Red Horse got to come along and I had to stay at the
tent when mom and Red Horse got to ride on lots and lots of trails.

Oh ha ha ha. And here's I Stella playing the game called "pay backs" on Lena.

We like to steal the horses' water cuz they always steals mom's attention from us.

But horses do one good thing - they make the very best stinkies
to roll in, lots and lots of stinkies.

We love to run chases.

Really loves it.

Zoomies are even better than walkies.

I Lena am a versatile dog and do many jobs. Here I am watching the ocean.

Here is the water trying to trick me by tasting of too much salt.

I didn't like that so I am pawing the tricksy water.

Heh, heh, and here I am again teaching Stella the not-so-scary pit bull who is the alpha dog . . . er, hope mom isn't watching cuz she will say SHE is the alpha dog.

This is my "aren't I a good, cute dog" face I saves just for mom. I am waiting for her to say "OK" so I can runs across the street into the place where Red Horse lives. I am happy becuz I am going to get to roll in my bestest most favorite smells, horse stinkies. Did I tell you I don't just roll in them? Horse stinkies are yummy to crunch on.

We know there haven't been too many blog stories about us lately, but we want everyone to know it is cuz of all our fun. At least we have lots of fun times to dream about while we wait for mom to come home from work. We have to go through the wet times and the cold times and the windy times before next summer fun times returns for us.

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Lena is Going Horse Camping!

Be back on Sunday!!!

Lena doesn't know it yet, but she is going horse camping for the weekend at Cuneo Creek Trail Camp. She is so comfortable and sensible around horses, I think she'll have a blast even though she can't go out on the trail.

Stella will stress too much around so many horses so she will get to hang with my son's dogs Ben and Willow. She'll have her own fun weekend playing with her extended family.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Remember the Animals who Served

Today please remember the many animals who gave their lives,
 conscripted to serve humans in war:

Statistics of the heavy, heavy toll of war born by those 

Horses - Eight million killed in WWI alone, carrying men, arms and supplies into battle
Pigeons - 200,000 used as messengers in WWII. Of 17,000 parachuted into enemy territory, fewer than one in eight returned.
Dogs - used to hunt mines and search for the wounded. Still routinely used today
Mules - used as transport in the Burmese jungle, with their vocal chords slashed to keep them quiet
Camels, oxen and elephants - used for similar purposes elsewhere
Dolphins and sea lions - used today to find underwater mines and protect ships
Glow worms - used in WWI as an aid for map reading

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Lena's Revenge!

One of our local feed stores, "The Farm Store" sponsors many fun events supporting local animal rescues.   Yesterday Stella, Lena and I went to their "Save a Life" Rescue Fair and had a fun and horrific (from their perspective) time.  Attendence was awesome and there were SO MANY dogs.  One very popular booth was the BATH Booth, a fundraiser for Heart of the Redwoods Horse Rescue.  Baths!  Lena and Stella both needed baths and so, much to their dismay, we made donations for two.  

When happy, Lena's face radiates her pleasure.  When peeved beyond belief, Lena's face shows her determined . . . lust for revenge!!!  Hear her thoughts, "Mom will pay dearly for this!"

That was yesterday.  It did not take long for Lena and Stella to get their chance to pay mom back and remove all traces of the nasty bath.  Today in the general pasture Lena found exactly what she needed to enact her revenge.  She  found this . . . 

And then she and Stella did this . . . 

And this . . . 

Happy dogs!!  All is once again right with their world.  They've got the good stuff back where it belongs, all over their bodies.  Hmmmm.

I know two dogs who have a sorry surprise coming tonight at bedtime when they find their stinky selves aren't welcome in their usual spot at the foot of my bed.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Dogs On Thursday

A love of the trail, any trail.

Any time, any place - Lena is always ready for the trail.  Wind, rain, mud, snow, ice, nothing fazes her.  She thinks the finest word in the human vocabulary is "Go."  Even better than "Cookie." 

Visit Dogs on Thursday and meet more fun-loving dogs (like there was another kind?).  Wish them happy 100th memeday while you are there.

Wordless Wednesday: Go?

Monday, April 13, 2009


Stella loves her softies.  She absolutely detests the hard ground.  Where does she sleep?  Where any pittie is happiest sleeping, on the bed.  If we visit friends in the evening, come 9:00 she begins her campaign to get me to leave so she can go to bed.  First, a nose bump.  Then a trip to the door with a suggestive glance my way.  Next, the whining begins - quiet at first, gathering volume when I ignore it.  When shushed, she lays at my feet, her relentless stare blasting me with pit bull mind control "home, home, home, home, home."

Having lived with Stella for four years now, she has educated me regarding the delicate preferences of her breed. 

Macho?  Oh please. She hates to get her feet wet, prefers the warm inside to the cold outside, and the comfort of my truck seat to the wilds of the general pasture. And she ALWAYS wants to cushion her naps with the softest surface available.  Dog beds?  Acceptable.  The bed?  Preferable.  Is this trait something unique to my dog?  Not even.  Here is Ben, my son's dog.  Favorite place?  The sofa.  Next favorite?  The bed.  Read pittie blogs - the softie theme is common.

Knowing this passion and longing for comfort, cozies, and softies, my heart breaks when I see the  living conditions endured by pit bulls who live in the despair of fight kennels. Chained, isolated, and forced to live on cold ground or concrete.  No comfort. No softies. Even worse, no contact, no kind touch. Pit Bull hell.   Yet from these horrific conditions - cruel for any living creature, agony for these comfort loving dogs, have come amazing survivors whose capacity to love and enjoy love somehow remained intact.  

 Learn more about the "second lives" of 10 dogs who survived the Michael Vick abuse at his infamous Bad Newz Kennels.  Visit The Vick Dog Blog.

Monday, April 6, 2009

Beach Day

Sun, Friends, Stinky Piles to Role In, Waves, Chase = World Class Walkies

Sunday, March 29, 2009

The Price of Doggie Delight

Another heavenly dog day in the general pasture.  

Stella gets to have a grand, full scale romp, complete with rolling in and
 eating nasties and smelling traces of the wild night life.  

Only one flaw to Stella's delightful day.  The GP is full of those dang horses.  What a price to pay! Ah, at the end she is surrounded by giant, non-dog friendly equines.  Fifteen.  And mean Elsie, the horse who started all of Stella's equine concerns, is watching.

 And Stella shivers and shakes and keeps her distance.  I hope she finds the lingering aroma of the very same equines' droppings reward enough for having to contend with the full herd.