Dust...

Dust was flying today. Ralph the Mouth and Sir Licks A Lot are busy playing with Monster and I, Buddy, am as usual sitting back and referee'ing. Sometimes they tackle me back to back and most of the time it is 2 on 1. H1 hollers at us, but we only stop for a minute and then the attack resumes. Whoops... gotta go...

There they go...

Sprinting pace.

Bam.... take down. Monster on the ground, RTM and SLA are on him. RTM got him by the neck and SLA is tackling his legs. Monster doesn't stand a chance.

Bark. That'll get them to settle down. Well I guess that was only short lived. There they go...

Sprinting pace...

Bam... take down. RTM and Monster have Sir Licks A Lot on the ground, neck and legs getting tackled.

Hey, how come Ralph The Mouth is always making everyone else do all the work on the take down. Then RTM jumps in for the neck grabbing. Hmmm... this is something to ponder....

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Aging....

Not all of us are spring chickens here on the farm. A lot of us are older and that means we are aging. We know it, H1 knows, but that still doesn't make it ok for H1. H1 is a very compassionate and loving person and loves us all with her whole heart.

So it should come as no surprise to anyone that she is in tears. Just today we learned the The Queen has Kidney Disease. Due to Queen's age we know that this isn't something she'll recover from. So all H1 can do is make her as comfortable as possible until...

The until is what has H1 so depressed.

It's all just too much right now with the loss of B and now this news. H1 knows understands the life and death cycle, but it doesn't mean she is happy about the ending.

What's that?

I can hear it, can you? Hmmmm.... where's that coming from? Do you hear it Droopy? Yes, I hear it Monster. Let's find out where it's coming from. Hmm, not back here, or here... Come this way Monster I think I'm on it... There it is... there it is. Get it!

Hiss.
Bark.
Hiss.
Bark. Lunge.
Hiss. Strike.
Bark. Lunge. Got it. Swing. Drop.
Hiss. Strike.
Bark. Lunge. Got it. Swing. Drop.
Hisssssssssss.

Woohoo, we did it Droopy, we did!

Uh-oh, here comes H1. What, what? We didn't do anything. Um, why are you chasing us around with that intruder? Why? What do you mean I shouldn't have done that?

What? A Bull Snake? So. What? It takes care of Rattlesnakes. No, you aren't mad at us are you? No, just we can't play with snakes? But H1!!! It's an i.n.t.r.u.d.e.r!!

Whine.
Droopy eyes.
Whine.
Bark.
Wag tail.
Lick.

C'mon you know you want some licks from us.

Ok, ok. H1 says just say no to snakes. We better listen.

Still struggling....

Things are still difficult for us all here at the farm. A lot of people think that life just goes on. Well it does, but not without pain. Not without wondering. Not without questioning. We are doing as best as we can be. H1 and H2 are still struggling greatly.

However, play has resumed on the farm and we have been very mischievous so stay tuned for more updates....

Mourning

The last month has been difficult on the farm. H1 and H2 are still struggling with the loss of Bruiser, Phat Boy. We still look for him. We still miss him too....

RIP

12/04-7/2/10

Bruiser, Phat Boy, Bruiseman, B Dog



Reach for the sky mister. Reach for the sky.

We love you and miss you.

Mama and Sir Licks A Lot miss you tremendously.

Don't know what happened. Don't know what caused it. Don't know why I couldn't save you. Wish I could have. I will forever remember the look of fear in your eyes. I will never forget the 1 minute I tried to save your life only to have you take your last breath. I was at such a loss. I still can't believe it. We love you so much. We miss you.

Thank you for being a fantastic buddy. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for making us laugh. Thank you for protecting us. Thank you for being a good, kind, loving, caring friend. You will never be forgotten. I wish I could have done more. I wish there was a way.

I hope you have endless treats in Heaven. I hope you have numerous friends. Remember to be nice. Remember we love you.

Storm....

Droopy

Storms a coming. Buddy's been crazy the last couple of days. The wind has not made him a happy camper. Now my leg is a twitching. Storm must be coming. I don't like storms. Buddy gets in a tizzy and I get all hyped up and H1 starts a hollarin' at us to settle down. Which doesn't work.

Why does H1 think I'm going to listen when Buddy is in a tizzy. Doesn't she know Buddy runs the show. She's only our pet... errr... I mean human. Buddy is in charge of us canine. He barks we listen, he snaps we surrender, he stirs, we jump, he flies into a tizzy, I fly into a tizzy. No one else does though. Just Buddy and I.

I look up to Buddy. Well that's not really hard. Buddy does tower over me. I used to be the shortest dog on the farm that is until Ralph the Mouth joined us. I was also the lowest in the pecking order until Ralph the Mouth. It's funny that everyone thinks I'm part of the pecking order around this place. Don't they know I march to the beat of my own drum. Except when Buddy's leading or talking.

I get away with a lot around here. I've got the corner marketed on easy street. All you have to do is snuggle up to H2 and H1 lets everything slide... I mean it too... easy street. Just don't let my friends catch on as to how I do it!