Free Fur All Friday: Banged Up Trolley Edition

Good News: The Mom is ok.
Bad News: The trolley is in pretty bad shape.

I was pacing the floor by the time the Mom arrived home Wednesday evening from work. It is so very unlike her to be so late, and I was beside myself with the worry.  

By the time she walked in the door, the phone had rung itself almost off the wall. The Mom was shaken up and didn't feel much like talking. And though she arrived NOT in the trolley, but in something more akin to a junior gangster golf cart... I didn't ask questions, I just stuck close to her side. 

Early the next (yesterday) morning, the Mom pulled me close and told me about the previous afternoon's events. The horrors. The upset. The worries.

And I felt bad, because yesterday was the day the Mom had been eagerly awaiting...

Yesterday was the day that Reuf was to begin his training lessons! And let me be the first to tell you... not a day too soon!

I have heard many good things about Dogwood Dog Training, and they really have their work cut out for them! The Reuf is smart a plenty, but he is also a wee bit too fabulous for his own self. In my humble opinion. Just saying.

And I just hated that the Mom's energy and spirit was so low on a day she had looked so forward to... but I get that she was worried about whether the trolley was totalled. Please, we all prayed... NO!

Well, by "we"... I mean me and the mom.

MY heart was heavy and prayerful, but the Reuf's was... shall we say... OBLIVIOUS! Poor boy.

He hasn't yet developed his compassionate side yet. Instead, he spends his time worrying about whether I want a toy.

And it's kinda fun because I don't get wired up about anything. I don't care two bits about his stuff, but he doesn't know it! He thinks I think like he thinks! And sometimes I enjoy watching him work himself into a frenzy of selfishness!

The Mom doesn't enjoy it. Instead... she worries. It amuses me, because I'm a simple boy with simple pleasures... and I know that the Reuf will kick back and chill... eventually! 

And there is no better way to chill than to savor a good stick!

S, M, L, XL, 2X, 3X...

Size is of no concern or consequence.

What matters is the vigor of the shake!

OK...
I digress, I know.
The tale of the Reuf's training session is a story for another day.

Tune in soon to discover...

Was Reuf the class clown???
Was he the youngest in the class???
Did one of his cousins join the class???

Did he enjoy the challenges???
And more importantly...
What did I do while he was gone???

Until then...

The Luke is always at the forefront of our minds.
And the past few days, there are so many reminders...
Fur in the back seat of the trolley...
Snart (nose art) on the windows...

The Luke
June 17, 2010

What a smile!

He enjoyed the simple pleasures, too.

A soft toy to suck...

A cool tile floor
in a room to share with the Mom.

The Mom closes her eyes, imagines the bedtime stories she told as she stroked the soft neck fur and those very special sweet ears... 

What a sweet boy. What a special brother. He taught me a lot, and I know he's in Heaven... pulling strings.

And I think he would be proud of the ways that I am looking after the Mom.

Looking after the Mom.

Mentoring the Reuf...

Gosh. I'm tired.

I think I need a little nap!

Happy Sunday, Small Storms, Other Reufus Rumblings and Lost GRRH Puppies!

I've been a little lazy today, and that's because it's too hot to be otherwise!

My the Mom had a lot to do today, but she was able to do it all from right here at home with us. Not only was it chore day, but it was also extra work for work day, along with the never ending GRRH duties... And to be honest, today was also an energy recovery day for her!


You see... Very sadly, two of GRRH's Sweet Emma's Puppies escaped from their foster family's fence, just an hour before the mom was to transport them to the Meet and Greet yesterday!


LOST PUPPIES: Two females, mostly black with gold markings (stripes), 3 months old, 24 pounds. Last seen in the Houston Heights, Courtlandt at 20th Street. Mom is PB Golden. We desparately need to find these girls!!!

Bella

 Sophia

GRRH Volunteers, including my the Mom scoured the neighborhood on foot yesterday, morning and evening. Unfortunately, they weren't successful in finding the girls... We have to believe that they have been found and will be returned to us soon!

So anyway, the Mom is a LOT tired and a little dehydrated today, and she and I did a lot of standing around outside this morning and afternoon, trying to breathe in this 100+ degree heat and entertain ourselves while we monitored the whereabouts of the Reufus, as well as his business activities.

I found a nice stick, and half-heartedly tried to find not just interest but also joy in it...

I settled in for a little of a chew, but honestly... it was just way too hot to really find it stickalicious. Just saying.

The Reufus, I guess, is too young to have a thermostat. He found his own stick and paraded around with it like it was a one-of-a-kind!

Then he tried to show us how he would smoke it, if it were a fine cigar [which it was not]!

Reuf is quite over-the-top delusional about his own fabulousness, and I sometimes wonder if he will ever come to terms with reality! I mean, he's got this gigantic ego and flaunts it 50% of the time, and the other 50% of the time, he's shadowing me.

I love the little squirt, but right now I'd like to give a big shout out and heart felt thank you to the person who invented the dog crate! No hard feelings, but just saying.

On another note, we had a 30% chance of rain today. And since we are in a record drought, we approached the forecast with 70% skepticism and 30% hope!

And when it started thundering this afternoon, I was a little shocked. I mean, this is the first we have heard since... well, you know.

The good news is that we had several hours of thunder and one tiny little storm [not tiny by The Luke standard] with about 114 drops of rain, that passed directly overhead... and the Reuf did pretty well. He got a bit anxious when it was right overhead, but the mom played a game of distraction... and we're not even sure Reuf's actions had anything to do with the weather!

It's time to go nighty-night, but I will leave you with this photo, entitled...

The Bleu Pointer

Please to pray for the safe return of Bella and Sophia. Please.

Sticks and Bones May... (29th, that is), An Instrukhtional Video from Khamp Khyra... and Memories!

First, a PSA about STICKS... [My dog, WHO is that Mystery Narrator???!!]

And now a few words about BONES (and The Bleu Sweetness)!

And I save the best for last... Drum Roll Please...


An Instruckhtional Video from Khamp Khyra featuring Miss Floofy Tail Khyra as The Bleu... and the Harley as The unruly, wild and crazy khid... Reufus! Be prepared to takhe notes... and Enjoy!!!

Wow, as The Luke would dub it... "A Video Triple Freat!" And many fanks to Harley, Miss Khyra and her wonderful The Mom for sharing these tips with us!!!

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M E M O R I E S

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May 28, 2010

Our Precious, Sweet Leader... The Luke

 Such a cute boy...

 So HAPPY! 

 His very first day with the Mom in the Blanco River.
I'm not sure who was happiest!

The Luke loved the river... 

 And was eager to go wherever and as far as the Mom would go...

 throwing her a big smile, all the way!

 Resting back at Campo Blanco...

 And wondering if it was time to snuggle in the little twin bed.

May 29, 2010
Much to everyone's surprise, I allow my fur to get wet...
and I join the fun on the Blanco River!

 Noone was happier than The Luke!
And he was ready for a big adventure!!!

This day was a treasure...

as is everyday
in the company of those you love and cherish.

Brothers, Sticks, Memories... And Brothers

Ummmm... May we talk? You know... heart to heart? I have a lot on my mind these days, and I need to share...

It's sometimes hard to be a big brother. I mean you wake up, and he's there.

You try to enjoy your back yard, and he's there. He's... just... always... there.

Unknowingly, I teach him stuff.

I mean... what self respecting boy doesn't understand the fine delicacy of a freshly fallen stick?

Reufus. That's wheu.

Fortunately, he's a quick study... or it would be outright and socially embarassing!

I prefer the little sticks... but I shake them as hard as I would a big stick. And yes... it takes a big boy to pull that off without looking silly. I don't recommend the meaneuver for the young and neuly initiated... Just saying.

And, little known fact... sticks are an excellent source of fiber.

I'm not sure if he's lazy or just totally a baby... but he keeps circling me, like I've got the only stick in the yard.

When in actuality... (1) I do not. And (2) At least 25 to 30% of a stick's fun is in the find! Silly boy...

And thanks finally to the Mom giving Reuf his own stick, he finally settled down to savor some tasty roughage!

I might just be making a little progress with him. Take a look... I think he's thinking about his stick. Well, that... or he's continuing to eye mine.

Whichever... Reuf is definitely learning to cheu the sticks!

You may be wondering why Reuf's fur looks a little wet in that picture. Well, we're starting to make progress in the garden manner department, too!

And for that, we have to thank the Mom's new best friend... The Super Soaker Shot Blast!

The Mom still monitors us the entire time we're in the yard. Reuf has taken just a handful of direct soaks and a couple of scares when the water hit the huge philodendron leaves... but it seems the temptation is subsiding already. And as for me... Why, I'm not getting MY fur wet for FILET MIGNON... and certainly nothing in the flower bed!!!

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M E M O R I E S
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The Mom takes a LOT of photos every day. Always has.
And as we grow in emotional strength and bravery...
We find comfort in reflection.

I share with you... May 27, 2010, one year ago.

Our The Luke

The Mom's Little Shadow.
That's The Luke!

A handsome, happy boy.
And the best big brother a The Bleu could ever have...

Our The Luke.