Wednesday, November 24, 2010

S is for Squeaky

ABC Wednesday

S is for Squeaky

Tucker's favorite toys are squeaky tennis balls. He grabs them any time he is excited. In this video we were getting ready to go for a walk. As you can see, the blankets on the chesterfield, or in keeping with the S theme, the sofa, do nothing to protect it from Tucker's claws or fur.

ABC Wenesday

Monday, November 22, 2010

Hi there. I'm Tucker. My Mom (I like to call her Bud) usually writes this blog. Her friends and family have been after her to add a new entry but she just keeps getting distracted by other things so I decided to take things into my own paws.

I've been told I am a very handsome dog and after seeing this picture, I have to agree.

We had our first snowfall of the season this week and Bud dressed up warm and took me for a walk to Three Mile Dam and the Pipeline. Its my favorite place because I can be leash free. When we came to a fork in the road I decided we should go left....There's a pond up this way you know. Being the good human that she is, Bud followed along without complaint.

There were a lot of interesting smells in the grass. Had to watch out for those burrs though. They are nasty when they get caught in my tail. Once I had 15 of them caught in the fur between my hind legs...Ouch. I had to sit very still while Bud combed them out.

We walked over the first little hill.

I wanted to keep going down the road but Bud said it was too slippery. I suggested she take off her boots and socks and used her toenails for traction like I do. She said thanks for the suggestions but she would prefer to use her Yak Traks and would remember them next time. Humans have to make everything so complicated!

Monday, June 14, 2010

When the River Meets the Sea

When the River Meets the Sea

(Words by Paul Williams)

For my sister

When the mountain touches the valley

All the clouds are taught to fly

As our souls will leave this land most peacefully

Though our minds be filled with questions

In our hearts we'll understand

When the river meets the sea

Like a flower that has blossomed

In the dry and barren sand

We are born and born again

most gracefully

Plus the winds of time will take us
With a sure and steady hand

When the river meets the sea

Sonia Jean

July 28, 1945 - April 9, 2010