We would like to welcome the newest member of our staff and family Mara-Mut. Her friends just call her Mara.
Mara joined our family/staff on December 19th, at 8 weeks of age.
Mara is an Alaskan Malamute. She knows what big paws she has to fill,
so she started right away, meeting people and other dogs and assisting
in class on her second day. She hopes to attending public events as soon
as she is fully vaccinated. Under the tutoring of her big brother
Ranger and the guidance of her angel Enya, Mara hopes to be an effective
enforcer in a few months.
Note to my new readers: On my first birthday, in keeping with native american tradition, when a child (dog) becomes an adult,
mom officially changed my name to Moira which means the "Mighty one" or the "princess". Many of my friends still call me by my baby/puppy name of Mara, and that's ok with me.
The Mara papers:
Miss Mara has decided in her spare time (between eating , playing and
sleeping) she wants to be a blogger. Her mom, who has to translate from
Malamute to facebook is not so good, so she asks her readers to be
patient.
Day 1
I am outside playing with my 3 sisters. These two humans walk over
and watch us-like what? you never seen a puppy dunk his sisters' heads
in the water bowl before?!
Next thing I know I am in a jail cell, strapped inside this noisy
monster-and its moving. I start screraming. The female human-I have
since learned her name is "mommy" keeps telling me it's ok. I just got
swallowed by this huge metal monster and now its moving-its ok?
Then the monster finally stops, I get let out of the jail cell, and carried into a building. At least that nightmare is over.
Wait, what is this game called? "Pass the puppy around!" Hey wait a minute the puppy is me!
So pass the puppy is not so bad. A lot of hands, but a lot of
snuggles, pets and kind voices. Now back in the moving monster. at least
mommy person is sitting beside me now. More roaring and moving. We stop
again.
Wow- big open room, and open space-COOL!!
What the.... Its big, its black and white... It kinda of looks like
me but a lot bigger. Its nose is in my face, and the nose is as big as
my whole face-EEEKKKK!
Wait a minute, there is 2, no 3, 4? of those monster puppies all
sticking their face in mine. I'll go back in the belly of the moving
metal monster!! Take me back please!
Okay, so I finally learned that the big dogs are not going to kill
me. Not too sure about this whole playing thing. It looks pretty rough
and scary. Off to class with mom. This is pretty cool! Pass the puppy is
major cool-lots of snuggles and belly rubs. Wait a minute-that is one
very big (Newfoundland) nose in my face. Hey dude-don't open that mouth.
I will disappear in it.
Wait a minute-the Newfoundland is bowing to me. Wow!! I am a princess
and he is bowing before me. I reach out and tap him on the
forehead-accepting his sacrifice. My first sacrifice-to the little
malamute goddess. This is seriously fun. Next sacrifice..
You, little cattle dog, want a piece of me? Mom will lie you on your back and let me sit on your head-literally.
Life here is going to be so cool!!
Week 1
Mom brought me downstairs to the basement. While hanging out in my
playpen, I see this huge (ok bigger than me) orange monster. It just
keeps staring at me. MOM! HELP! I start screaming (Mom says I sound
like a dying parrot), try to get out of my pen and under the sofa. That
thing is going to eat me, I just know it. At last, Mom comes to rescue
me. What a minute, she is picking me up out of my pen, but she has the
monster in her other hand. NO! DON'T PUT IT ON THE FLOOR NEXT TO ME. IT
IS TERRIFYING. Mommy person holds me on one side and the monster on
the other. It at least does not attack me. Mommy gives me a treat and
pets me, reassuring me that this thing is not going to hurt me.
Gradually she brings us closer together. So far it hasn't attacked me,
but I am still unsure. Mommy says this thing is a cat-whatever that is,
and that it is my brother-Eddie. My brothers never looked like that.
Ok, well if I ignore it, it leaves me alone. "Just walk by and don't
look at it and you will be okay"
Week 2
First bath-Ranger told me how horrible this is. It is doggy water
torture. Why would mommy person torture me? Okay, into the shower, the
water comes on, start screeching!!! Claw, scream, and....wait a minute,
this is not so bad. The water feels good and mommy is rubbing me. Ranger
lied to me. This is pretty cool. Mommy gets in the shower everyday,
maybe I can join her, and get more loving and feel good.!! (A bath
monster created!)
Week 3
Mommy is taking me to the puppy-atrician. Sounds scary. So I get to
ride in the car, pretty relaxing. Naptime. When I wake up, we go into
this building. Oh, this a vet office. This is where we play lots of pass
(and pet ) the puppy. When can I come back ? While at the doctor, I
am in mom' s arms, looking over the counter ledge. A small spaniel, not
much bigger than me, climbs up and sticks his nose in my face. I growl.
She stays in my face. I swat her on the head with my paw-"getting in
faces is rude". The spaniel jumps down. "Mom, is that what an enforcer
does? My angel Enya told me that what I am supposed to do with rude
dogs"
Week 5
back to doggy school. I met a new friend today, named Dax.
a hard day in school. Had to meet a weird hard shelled cat (at least
it hissed like one) with a scaly skin in class today. I tried to paw at
it and it hissed at me. Eddie taught me that sounds means sit down and
don't touch me. I did. The other puppies in class followed my lead and
did the same. Mommy says the hard scaly cat is called a turtle-whatever
that is; but I did leave it alone.
Then I went to socialization class. Here I am being a sweet polite little girl and not staring at the other dogs, and this little hairy dog named Poncho keeps barking and snarling at me. I play bow to him, and he still keeps doing the land shark at me. "Chill dude and enjoy life, It is just one big play game." "Keep barking at me, you are half my size, I am going to stand over you and bark back. Not so brave now, are we?" Finally the little piranha on paws turns his head away, and surprise surprise I return the favor and we are all good.
Of course Mr Zeus who thinks he is a husky god has to try to lunge at me. Mommy told me to be brave and stand my ground. Zeus's dad make him lie down and mommy held me over Zeus-ahh a husky sacrifice to the growing Malamute princess. You would think he would get the picture after being sacrificed to a terrier and then Eddie; but the power of the Malamute finally got through that thick husky skull.
1/11/2015
Moira wrestling with Professor Ranger
1/15/2015
hedgehodge chasing
2/10/2015
How to induce a near heart attack in your mommy person/ the
disappearing puppy- I reached a puppy milestone last week. I now get to
sleep anywhere I want in the house. No more puppy jail. Yesterday
afternoon, mom and dad went out and I got to stay out of my room!! 2
hours later, they come home. Nothing torn up, no pee on the floor, and
no puppy! Ranger met mom at the door. No Mara! Mom looked all through
the yard, in the window wells, even in the trash cans-no Mara. She
started flipping over furniture in the house-still no puppy. Mommy
knows i like socks and toilet paper, so the her bedroom and bathroom had
been closed off before they left. Those doors are still closed.
Mommy was so paniced at this point, that she did not realize that her
office door, which she had left open, was closed. The third time she
runs down the hall screaming my name, she saw the closed door. She rips
the door open, and I am sitting quietly in Ranger's kennel, happily
chewing on mommy's scrapbook. I swear she started crying. I was being a
good puppy. OK, maybe tearing a page out of her scrapbook was not the
greatest; but I got myself locked in the room and I got bored. At least
I didn't potty anywhere.
Mommies got so emotional!!
2/17/2015
from the Mara papers: Trashed puppy.
Mommy person finally relented to leaving me loose in the house/yard
when she was gone, after Ranger swore on the snow not to lock me in his
room, or mine again (yesterday, Ranger locked me and himself in my
room).
Today she comes home, again no Mara at the door. This time she does
not panic, and searches the house. No Mara, She starts walking through
the backyard and sees me. I am inside the outdoor trash can, up to my
fuzzy little ears, ready to go the curb. The can was not knocked over,
it was upright. There is me, fuzzy puppy inside the can trying to climb
my way out. She started laughing so hard, that she startled me and I
knocked over the can and fell out-before she could grab the camera.
Ranger got tired of me and threw me in the trash. Of course he denies
it :) He did promise not to lock me up, nothing about throwing me in
the trash.
2/17/2015
Mara Papers cont, Yesterday I got to meet the UPS guy. He is like way
cool. Petted me and told me how beautiful I am, and took pictures.
What's up with all your dogs who hate postman and delivery guys?? They
even give you cookies, and give mommy packages that you get to help
open-and they have doggy toys in them!
5/4/2015
Mara & Sasha Rose
6/11/15
I taught Toby how to play nicely in puppy class
6/15/2015
its a plane,,,
6/17/2015
I am a BIG girl now! A little too big to sleep under mom's bed
anyway. I got stuck ! this morning. Daddy had to lift up the bed to get
me out.
7/27/2015
Sorry I have not written in a while. It has been a busy month. Mommy
has been taking me to dog parks, and hiking in Cherry Creek state park. I
have been helping with teaching both puppies and big dog manners.
I am learning to play in dog parks. The first visits were pretty scary.
Big dogs charging at me. At the Husky Huddles/Malamute Mingles, I felt
overwhelmed. Dozens of dogs running towards me and wrestling-AGGH! I
slowly learned to run with “the big dogs”. When 2 dogs got into a fight,
I ran to help; but then stopped. I was not sure what to do. At the dog
park, I did start body blocking to protect my smaller friends. I have
decided that my job is to protect the smaller dogs of the world. I like
to play with them, and will block bigger dogs from playing too rough
with my little friends.
Hiking was the coolest. Tall grass, bugs to chase, little furry things
running across the ground (chipmunks), lots of smells, and soft hills
that Mom would not let me play in (ant hills). It was like the biggest
yard ever… It just kept going and going, and going. There were even a
few people who told me how beautiful I was (Yes, I know I am gorgeous!).
When we got back to the car, I collapsed in the back seat.
I have also been busy chewing! Mom says it is my one bad habit. Well!
Leave a malamute puppy in the car with nothing to do for 10
minutes-don’t be surprised when I chew through the seat belt! Or climb
over the back seat and eat all the animal crackers in Mom’s training
toolbox. Leave me home, even with Ranger here, I will destroy your
shoes, or sunglasses. When Mommy is gone, I have been staying in my bed
(kennel). My kennel is actually not so bad, Mom give me what she calls
“kongs” full of frozen yogurt, puppy food and sometimes animal
crackers-YUMMY!. Sometimes I run into my kennel just hoping to find a
kong.
Mom says we have to work on my separation issues. I say just keep the kongs coming and we are good!
I turned 9 months old yesterday and weigh 70 lbs. I am not growing as
fast, but am only 2 lbs behind my big brother Ranger. Boy! I am paying
him back for using me for a soccer ball, a fling toy, and throwing me in
the trash as a little puppy. I can tackle him to the ground, and body
slam him into the furniture now. Give me little more time, and look out
for Mighty Mara!
8/11/2015
(age 9 1/2 months) Momma is having to face the realization that I am
not Enya. Yeah! big surprise. I will probably never be a tough enforcer.
I am a lover and a peace maker. I don't get why other dogs even growl
at me. Just chill and out and play with me! (My philosophy on life in
general).
Every time a dog charges me or growls at me, I just flop down into a
playbow. When that doesn't work, I belly up. I love humans and will be a
great therapy dog. I love hanging with the little dogs and I will
protect them in the dog park. The big dogs charging at me just sends me
into a flop and belly up. I do not want to fight with anyone.
Looks like I will be a peacemaker when I grow up, and mommy promised
to love me just the same. I am leaving the enforcing up to my big
brother Ranger.
Even though I am considerably taller than Ranger, I refuse to weigh
anymore than him (Then he would not be my big brother anymore). I have
stopped growing at 70 lbs (for the past 3 weeks). Momma says it's
because I don 't want to be bigger than Ranger. Maybe when I get a
little older I will change my mind and go on another growth spurt. We'll
see!
9/?/2015
I may be a brat sometimes; but now I am a blessed brat! Mom took
Ranger and I to church on Sunday for a blessing of the animals. We
behaved pretty well. Ranger kept "talking" over the Pastor, but everyone
told us how beautiful we were. I was restless and did not understand
why no one petted us or the other dogs would not come say hi. I did sit
very quietly though when the Pastor laid his hands on my head to bless
me.
I have been a perfect angel ever since! I can now stay out of my kennel when mom and dad are gone!
9/9/2015
Puppy pool party
10/12/2015
Grandaughter's birthday toy. So, Ranger and I think it's possessed.
10/26/15
My first birthday! Am I growing up fast! Already 75 pounds.
My friends came over for a pool party, to celebrate with me and Ranger (who is 9 now). We ran and played with Cairo and Suki, and our other friends.
I got my new adult name today-Moira. It is an old Gaelic word that means "Mighty" or apparently in Scotland "Princess". Boy does that name fit me. When mom was trying to find a name for me as a puppy, I kept trying to tell her. I guess due to the mental gap between dogs and humans, she thought I wanted to named Mara (at least that is waht kept popping into her mind). Now, she realizes it was supposed to Moira-for I am a little princess. And Yes Mom, you are still the queen!
11/1/15
Mom took to work to teach a Lab puppy some manners. What fun! On the way home, she had to stop on check on 2 dogs whose parents were coming home later than expected from vacation. Figuring I was tired from my playdate, she left me in the car to rest-for 10 whole minutes! Kiss the seatbelt in the back seat goodbye! I chewed right through and then lay down quietly as if nothing had happened. Mom was not happy when she tried to unbuckle the seat belt to let me out.
11/30/2015
Moira says Mom spend all afternoon yesterday helping build a float
of Santa's sleigh, that Ranger may help pull through the Parade of
Lights in Colorado Springs on
Saturday, December 5th.
Mom and I will be in "the honor guard" along the sides. (The final
husky/reindeer line up is being determined). I am so excited. I am sure
what a parade is; but mom says there will be lots of people and lots of
other dogs, all trying to look as cute as me-HAHA!
The Parade starts on Tejon street in Colorado Springs at 5:45 pm on Saturday Dec 5th. Come see us.
12/6/2015
Ranger and I marched in the Colorado Springs Festival of
Lights Parade last night, with the Southern Colorado Husky
Huddle/Malamute Mingle group.
I had no idea what a parade was. At first it was cool, we got lunch
and a long car ride. Then a dinner snack and a jog through Colorado
Springs (because mom and Auntie Quinn were running late). The jog would
have been much more fun if we stopped to get pets from everyone who said
how beautiful we were. Mom said we had to get to the "staging area" so
Ranger could ride on the float with the sleigh.
We get there and the float is not big enough for all the husky
"reindeer", so Ranger got dropped from the lineup. Bummer. But that
meant he (and Auntie Quinn) got to march beside me, near the front of
the float, which turned out to be pretty cool.
We got to sit around, and be rudely nosed and even bumped by other
nordics who seem to have left their manners at home. Mom said we did so
well at turning away and only growling when they would not leave us
alone. Trying to sit still for 2 hours was pretty miserable. We are sled
dogs, not "sit" dogs. All 28 huskies and malamutes were dancing around,
trying to play and even picking fights (which their humans stopped).
Two hours like weeks in puppy time. We were both really good, but
finally I got seriously bored. I started pawing mom's leg and jumping on
her "This is boring, come on, let's so something".
Finally, we lined up. By this time, my tail was down, my ears
(both of them) were down. I just wanted to go home.This so sucked.
We started walking. Ok finally this misery is done...Wait a
minute, what do I hear? People, lots of people cheering and saying how
beautiful the huskies are. (Ok so I am a Mal, but for all this
adoration, I'll deal with being called a husky.) So, this is what a
parade is. You walk/jog down the street and thousands of people praise
you, and reach out to touch you. They tell you haw beautiful you are,
while mom tells you what a good girl you are and how proud she is.. My
tail pops back up and arches high. I hold my head high. I feel like a
real princess with all my adoring subjects bowing to me. Oh yes!! I can
do this parade thing.
Sometimes I got a little nervous with so many hands coming at
me, and the loud noises (sirens, motorcycles) and I lean on Ranger. He
is walking beside me getting pets too. When I get scared I lean over and
touch him. He reassures me and I turn back to my adoring fans.
Periodically, Mom would let us step to the side and get
petted and hugged by the kids. I love those little humans. They are such
good huggers :)
Then it was over-downer.:(
On the way back to car, more people stopped to pet us and
lavish praise. I even got petted by this tiny human, (a 1 month old
baby). I was so gentle. I lay down and gently set my head on his
stroller, and licked his face. He giggled and patted me with his tiny
hand. Then I found his "bottle". I am not sure what a bottle is but it
tasted like mommy dog when she used to feed me. The baby giggled when I
licked his bottle. Mom told me to stop. At least the baby's mom thought
it was funny.
What a night. On the way home, another long car ride, Ranger and I slept, like we had partied way too hard.
Mommy can't stop telling everyone how proud she is of us. How well behaved we were. She says we were the best behaved dogs in the group. All we did was walk beside mom and Auntie Quinn and getting petted. There was a lot of noise, and people, and so much fun..... Can we do it again, mom, please?! This time can we skip the sitting around forever first though?
Boy were we tired afterwards!
12/14/2015
Mara papers: I got to have a sleepover with my friends Ziggy
(tiny white one) and Zoey (white and brown). They may be little but they
are so much fun to hang out with. I can't wait until I am old enough to
do pet therapy visits with them. I don't know why Mom is so pleased
when I am nice to little dogs, they are my friends.
1/6/2016
an eventful December. I got exactly what I wanted for
Christmas-snow and serious COLD!. Ranger and I spent all morning playing
in the snow. WOOHOO!
Mom says I am slowly starting to become a little enforcer, usually for my smaller doggy friends. Most of my playmates are little dogs and I will defend them from bigger and ruder dogs. I circle and body block the big dogs who try to torment my little buddies. I will growl if pushed too far, especially when some dog tries to hump me. I may be beautiful, but I am just NOT that kind of girl!
I was officially weighed yesterday. Mom is surprised that i only weigh 79 pounds, because I am so tall. What is wrong with having a slim and sleek figure? Everyone who meets me thinks I am the most beautiful things. What else would I expect, after all I am Moira the great one :)
1/13/2016
Mara (Aka Moira) papers- Mom took down the xmas tree and made all
the decorations disappear yesterday. I do not know where they go, but I
like what came out of my stocking, so I would not let her take it away.
1/21/2016Played with my second bestest friend Sully today. His humans have the best snow mountains outside their office!! Who says one of my best friends can not be 12 lbs of Havanese?Played with my second bestest friend Sully today. His humans have the best snow mountains outside their office!! Who says one of my best friends can not be 12 lbs of Havanese?
1/27/2016 This is Ranger, I hacked into my sister's
blog to share this classic moment with you. Moira did not want the video
published. She met her match!! The "great one" finally met a dog much
bigger than her. She didn't know what to do, play, run, stare.. It's
about time someone shrunk her head a bit smile emoticon After her
meeting, she jumps in the car and tries to hide behind me! Like I am
going to save her princess ego-HAH!
Moira meets BIG dog
1/27/16 I got to play with my friend Sully in the snow today.
2/1/2016-
This morning mom was in the kitchen and heard this mournful, eerie sound. What is the world? She looked out the window just in time to see me throw my head back, take a deep breath, open my mouth and HOOOOOOOOOO! MY FIRST HOWL!! No more puppy bow-wow, I am officially a full fledged singing malamute. Mom will try to get a video/recording but I am sneakier than her and see the camera coming :)
2/4/2016
I got to help mom teach puppy play class again today.
2/27/16
Ok so mom decides that I can not chew up car seats if I have my Gentle Leader on , and the nose clip tightened all the way. I should have just enough room to breathe. After all I will only be in the car, sitting right next to my brother, for 17 minutes! . No, mom did not intend tobe gone even that long. Yeah! Right !
Malamute 4 (one seatbelt, 1 head rest 2 seat backs!), -Mitsuibishi 0 .All Ranger could do was hide his head and roll his eyes when mom gotback. "I tried to tell her that seats were not chew toys, she did notlisten. sigh"
Mom spend the morning building a "puppy paddywagaon " in the back of the car for me.
3/1/2016
Puppy paddy wagon. Moira say "this sucks!" I am so mad I do not want to chew on my kong. I just curl up in the corner and pout, when mom puts me in my "jail". She says I should be happy that I still get to ride in the back seat with Ranger. I only have to go to the "malamute holding cell" when waiting in the car for mom to talk to a client or Ranger to do his teaching. I say this sucks!!
3/23/2016
I am one happy mal! Snow up to my chest WOOOHOOOO!
I am queen of the snow pile-ok mom, princess
4/18/2016
Moira teaches Sully to run with the big dogs
4/18/2016
I've been a busy girl..(Moira with Fiona)
4/21/2016
Two weeks ago, I got to meet some new creatures.
The first few were funny looking, short furred "dogs" that
looked kinda of skinny but knew how to run. They had big funny looking
ears, but hey, I am not prejudiced. I will run with anyone.
They just ran away from me and wouldn't play-how rude! Mom says they were goats-looked like weird dogs to me.
The next creature was SCARY!! The biggest/tallest "dog" I have
ever seen. This thing was taller than mom. I still get intimidated by
dogs much bigger than me, and this thing was HUGE!!. I stood beside mom
literally shaking. I could not lift my head enough to even see its head,
it was sooo far up there.
I stepped forward, and then dropped my tail. I wanted to belly up,but mom would not let me.
As I tried to watch it, with my head and tail down and my body
shaking, it made this horrible noise "WHHHHINNNNYYY". I bolted away from
mom, and ran behind Ranger. My big brother will protect me-won't you
Ranger!
Ranger just stood quietly. Apparently he was not afraid of this monster. He is SO BRAVE!!
Mom says that monster is called a horse. I still say it's a horrible monster!
4/25/2016
Moira meets "demon" Boston. Mom had me met a Boston Terrier, who
does not like other dogs or humans. Re-educate a little dog who thinks
he is a "big dog", that life is better when he isn't a jerk. No sweat,
all in a day's work for a Malamute.
Aunty Quinn brings out the Boston on leash and he lunges at me
barking-all in a days.... OH NO! his collar snaps and he lunges at me.
He attaches his teeth to my face. I shake him off. He launches himself
again at my face. This time he plants is whoel head right into my
mouth!! "Hey! you taste yucky! Get our of my mouth-SPIT!"
Ok, he is out of my mouth. he runs under my belly and tries to
bite me-RUDE. He is so short, even on his hind legs, all he can get in
his mouth is my long fur. He is grabbing and biting at my fur. I stand
as calmly as possible waiting for mom or Quinn to pull me off. I do kick
at him with my hind legs, but I try very hard to be still. Finally the
Boston's human grabs him and mom gets a leash around his neck..
Only damage, a tiny pin prick in the end of my nose.
Mom keeps telling me what a good dog I am and how proud she is
of me!! Why, because I don't like the taste of Boston terrier?
Even after attacking me (or trying), I do not hold a grudge. I
still play bow to the Boston to tell him no hard feelings. his response,
lying on his back offering me his belly (with mom's help). I gently put
my paw on his belly (saying I accept your apology) and sit down.
Why can't everyone live by my philosophy "Leave your problems behind and just play with me!" ?
5/24/2016
Mom took me back to see the "really big dog that makes funny
sounds" With a little bit of encouragement, I actually walked up to the
fence where it lives. I was a little scared, but I did go. I politely
turned sideways to tell it I did not want to fight. It graciously
accepted my truce, and did not try to eat me.
Moira meets horse
6/4/2016
recess from Star Puppy class
6/11/2016 Moira teaches Toby to play nice
7/1/2016
Mommy left my friend Toby sleep over last weekend (a 3 day
slumber party). We ran, played, wrestled and I even taught Toby how to
chew up wood. :)
Poor Toby was exhausted at the end of our party.
8/1/16
Mom and dad just got home from vacation, like yesterday. They get a phone call from "grandma" and go running out the door, leaving me and Ranger loose in the house. I got mad!
Ok, so maybe I just decided to get even with Ranger for all the mean stuff he has done to me.! I only ripped up his side of the sofa-not the side that mom sits on-I know who feeds me.
10/12/2016
Moira referring puppy class (Lenny, Sasy, Stuart)
10/29/2016
Today Ranger and I celebrated our birthdays. He is 9 and I am 2.
Our friends Toby and Franklin, learned to play nice at our party. (see
video)
We played with our friends Toby, Franklin, Suki, Huston and Cleo. We played chase, pools, and wrestling.
12/5/16
Ranger and I got to march in the Colorado Springs Festival of Lights Parade again this year.
3/1/17
Wow! Can't believe I have not written in over 2 months. Been a
busy mal. Teaches classes, smacking down attitudes, going to Mingles,
hiking with mom and Ranger, and now being Tyson's personal (running)
trainer. And I still find time to dig up the back yard. :) Mom says she
is working hard to correct the video issues on her website, so everyone
can see the highlights of my life. So many great memories of my first 2
years of life:
wrestling class with Mr Ranger, chewing up the sofa, chewing up
mom's seat belt, playing with my friends Sully, Toby, Ziggy and Zoey,
chewing up mom's car seats.....
3/16/17
Mommy said I did a really good thing on Monday, taking care of
my sister Miss Mattie (cat). Mom had left the door the basement open and
Miss Mattie slipped upstairs and out the dog door. I was outside
playing with my bro Ranger. Ranger started barking and mom called him
inside. She called me too, but I would not come-I always come when Mom
calls. I lay on the back porch, staring at the trash cans, whining. I do
not whine!
Mom knew something was wrong. She came outside and looked where i
was staring. There is Miss Mattie hiding behind the trash cans meowing!
Mom went over and picked up Mattie and told me to go inside,
which I did, and let mom carry Mattie back to the basement.
I did not chase her, or bark at her, or hurt her-even though she
slaps me and hisses every time I walk by her in the basement.
Mom says that I may have saved her life, because she has never
been outside before and can not defend herself (She was declawed before
she came to live with us).
4/20/17
-Another milestone!
I got to be loose in the house twice now for over an hour,and did not do
any damage!! I was asleep in my kennel with the door open when mom
left. The first time I was still asleep when dad came home. Today, I got
up and hung out in the living room with my bro Ranger. Nothing chewed
up, nothing drug outside, nothing even out of place. Mom is thrilled:) I
hope this doesn't mean I stop getting my "frozen yogurt pops" when mom
leaves.
I started back on my weight pull training today. In a half hour, i
was pulling Tyson, Mom and then a spare tire around like I was born for
it. Oh yeah! I was born for this. Mom says she will be adding weight to
my tire soon, and if I do really well, net winter Tyson will take me
snowboardjoring. Not sure what that is but mom says it involves lots of
snow and pulling-my two favorite things..
9/5/17
I went to a pet therapy visit today. There was this big black curly "dog" who kept staring at me. It would not look away even when I growled. Mom told me to look away, and I did -reluctantly. The "dog" never moved. I went around to sniff and it smelled cold but weird. Mom said it was a statue, of a sheep.
9/14/17
My new little brother Henry came home. Mom says he is a baby cat. I think he looks a lot like a fuzzy red squirrel. I just want to play "bat" and chase with him. Mom says I am too big and he is still too little. What good is he is I can't play with him?
10/26/17
I turned 3 years old today! Mom says I have grown up to be a beautiful girl. Although I will never fill Enya's paw prints (no one will), I have become a patient, and effective teacher and enforcer. Almost every week, I get to help other dogs learn to interact respectfully and appropriately. I get to visit people in nursing homes and brighten their day. Mommy is very proud of who I have become.