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I Wish I May - I Wish I Might

Last night should have been fun. It wasn’t. I blame my original family.

We started working on Sasha’s Snuggles 2.0. This is a big deal, folks.

My Business Card
I got to ride in the car when we went to Home Depot to get the stuff for the punch board. I didn’t even get tired waiting for them to come back or in trouble for barking at other dogs. It was an awesome trip.

Not Buckled In Yet...
The punch board for the Edgery Doo doesn't look like much but it sure does the trick.  Add some soft fleece and fantastic things happen. We are going to crank out some beautiful blankies. We’ll keep on making the completely hand made ones too. Sasha’s Snuggles is all about options. 
In case you forgot (Don’t tell me you forgot! What!) Diana is making cute blankets for the rescue dogs at Northwest International Pet Rescue (NWIPR). I barked about this earlier (see Blanket Wrangler post). But they take too long to make so we can’t make very many. There are tons of delightful dogs in need of a warm blanket (just like me earlier this year). So we had to come up with a new way of doing things.

Why wasn’t it fun? The punching makes a popping sound in the board that sounds just like small firecrackers. I was not happy at all. So unhappy I went upstairs and hid in the Girl Room. Yeah, I know. That’s really scared.

Me All Shivery
Diana quietly asked me to try and come back downstairs to help. I tried. I really did. I came down and sat next to her but I was all shivery and couldn’t focus. She went back to punching again. Argh. I couldn’t take it. I was just to upset. 

Pretending To Be Sleeping But Really Afraid

Diana followed me upstairs and said she was sorry, she would hurry up and finish so I could come back down, then she mostly closed the Girl Room Door so I couldn’t hear the wicked popping. She kept her promise and before you know it I was back hanging out. Give us a few days and we’ll have one finished and give you a sneak peek.

Why did I get upset? I wish I could tell them. Something from my past. Just like barking at other dogs when I’m on a leash. For some reason I have some big issues. I wish I was a laid-back mellow pup. I really do. But I’m not.

We all have things we could do better, things we aren’t so good at. But we just keep working away and trying really hard. My original family decided when I was a puppy, when it would have been sooooo much easier for me to learn how to behave as they wished, that rather than work with me to overcome my issues, they would take the quick route and make physical adjustments to me and hyper control my existence.

Rather than learn how to control my barking with positive means and training (read cheese) they resorted to surgery and took my voice away. Twice. Apparently the first time didn’t quiet me enough for their liking. I have a raspy whispery bark now that other dogs laugh at. (Why, I ought a…) When I became a nuisance in the house they did themselves a favor and bought a cat travel crate for me to live in.

I have a question. Wouldn’t you bark all the time if you lived in a cat crate for most of your life? Yeah, I thought so.

That’s why I love my 2nd chances family. They love me just as I am, let me roam around the house (don’t tell Michael this means the big bed too) and have me work with Jeff Tinsley (Cheese Guru) on bringing out my “mellow pup” so I can have the best life ever.

I wish I may - I wish I might - I wish my 2nd chances family will keep me forever and ever. Somehow, I think I got my wish.

^ . . ^ Woof!


Dog Math Formula #2

Note to Self:

I decided that getting into the garbage and enjoying an old, dried out cheese stick was a brilliant idea - my best one of the day, in fact. Since I was already in the mood, I also enjoyed creamy delicious butter residue on a wax paper wrapper.

Dog Math Formula #2
Dog + self perceived good idea + go for it attitude = regret

Right in the middle of enjoying the butter (a first cousin to cheese, by the way), Diana called me.

“Pish? Where are you? It's way too quiet…What are you up to?”

Uh-Oh. Quick. Think fast.

Consider running away?          No, can’t open the door by myself
Consider hiding?                    No, pink doggie bed is way to exposed
Consider groveling?                Yes, just get it over with

Slowly, regretfully, I crawled up the stairs, dragging out the last few moments before I was going to seriously be in for it out as long as possible. The second I saw Diana, I threw myself at her mercy. She’s full of that wacky mercy stuff…

“Hmmmm. What did you do?”

Maybe if I did my best doggy army crawl, flattened my ears against my head, whined, then rolled over and exposed my sweet tummy I could avoid getting a lecture.  From the top of the stairs, I watched Diana go down and discover my rash, basically not-so-good decision making.

“PISH! Get down here right now.”

Ack. No way. No how. I was not going to go downstairs and face the music. I ran into the Girl Room and settled in (I refuse to call it hiding) behind the pillows on the day bed.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. Back up she came, grumbling all the way. Ooooooh, I was really going to get it.

“Pish. What are we going to do with you? Are you a garbage hound?  I guess we’ll just have to love you and give you cheese more often to stop this affection you have for garbage. Now, come downstairs with me and help me clean up your mess on the carpet.” 

Really? Really?  I forgot that this was my new family. I was not going to be punished for breaking rules that I didn’t even know existed. I’m still not fully used to all this trust and love stuff.

So, I quietly sat next to Diana as she scrubbed the carpet and decided that next time, and you know there will be a next time, I’m going to remember to enjoy my special finds on the kitchen floor rather than the living room carpet…

Win - Win for both of us, don’t you think?

^ . . ^ Woof


Have Some Cheese

Just a quick post this time.  

Diana's mom is very sick and we are going to visit her in the hospital.  Yeah, I know.  I can't go in the hospital.  But I can wait in the car and send my "get better" wishes to her in the form of cheese sticks.

So, Mary!  Have some cheese.  You'll feel better really soon because you did.  It always helps me.

^ . . ^  Love & Hugs


It Doesn't Really Matter If You Know Where You Are Going

The Rain Forest is no day at the beach.

I was really confused.  I thought our recent vacation was supposed to be at the beach, Ocean Shores to be specific.  Why are we driving northeast into the Olympic National Forest?  Michael said, "Relax, Pish.  We are going hiking."

(We would get lost if I wasn't navigating)

Sounded good to me.  Off we went, ready for our hike.  As you can see, I'm completely ready to go and was stoked to see some bears (or not...)

OK, yeah.  I liked it.  A lot.  No dead crabs to roll in or seagulls to yell at - but plenty of other cool things to explore.  Plus, it's one of the most beautiful places on this whole planet.  At least, the parts of this planet that I've seen so far.

I saw (smelled) lots of green moss and huge trees.

I saw (smelled) rose hips and ferns.

We hiked for nearly two hours on the Lake Quinault Loop Trail. That part was super fun.  Can you believe it?  It didn't rain in the rain forest. If it had rained, I was prepared though. Diana brought along my new pink rain coat. Super cute, eh?

Higher and higher we climbed up into the woods. The trail looked a lot like this:

Yes, you are right. That's the same picture from above. Every step of the trail looked the same to me. But, because I'm a dog and I "see" with my nose, I was in heaven. The moss, the wet leaves, the dead trees, and the giant beetles. Amazing. Not like home at all. So much to take in. I loved it.

Not sure why, but at one point we each took a turn being really quiet so we could hear what the forest sounds like.

(As you can see...I didn't take this part very seriously)

I jumped on stuff.  Super Puppy. Big, Bold and Brave.

Just like Michael and Diana, I scampered up as high as I could on the "Worlds Largest Spruce Tree" (a Sitka Spruce that is said to be nearly 1,000 years old). Super Duper fun. You should try it.

(Diana thought the tree looked like something from The Hobbit stories.  Do Hobbit's have cheese?)

All in all, it was a splendid day. I'd go back anytime. Because I was navigating - I know the way. But first, I need a nap.

^ . . ^ Woof from the Rain forest near Lake Quinault!


This Is One Seriously Good Suggestion

In case you forgot - cheese rules my life. (Silly you. How could you forget something so vitally important?)

I am as obsessed with cheese as I am with seagulls, hiding rawhide bones and barking at the dog in the skylight that weirdly enough looks a whole lot like me. (I think he’s stalking me for my special rawhide bones so I hide them in rooms with no skylights. I’m super smart that way…)

Luxating Patella Surgery Fund is seriously eating into Cheese For Sasha Fund. At least it was until my former foster mom with NWIPR sent an email to Diana with a grand suggestion.

She had a totally simple but sweet idea. She recommended that we research vets in beach/coastal towns because they see a ton of dogs with messed up knees from running and playing in the sand at the beach.

Diana is insistent that we find the right vet - not the cheapest vet or the priciest one - but the one with superb recommendations, the most experience and highest success rate. I want to get back to jumping so high I can almost touch the sky.

Thanks to my foster mom, the Cheese For Sasha Fund jar is filling up quickly again. Soon we will go to the store and get at least 500,000,000,000 packages of the organic string cheese I adore so much. (Diana says we only need one package. I think we need more because what if we have a natural disaster or something and can’t get to the store for a few days? Running out of cheese would be horrifying.)

This makes my foster mom one of my favorite people in the whole world for a whole new reason other than because she’s awesome and cool. Doggie Foster Moms make the world a happier place one bark at a time.

Do you know someone who is making the world a happier place one bark at a time? Tell me about them so I can add them to my upcoming Barks of Honor Page.

^ . . ^ Woof!