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So after Monty went home, Mum and Dad took me on a special adventure. I tried to be patient waiting for them to put all the camping stu...

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Sad Tale

This puppy was alone at sea for 16 days. Her name is Juanita and she was sailing with her dad who is the brother of our friend (Thandi's mum) here in Sedona.

It's been a very sad time for us all, waiting to hear news. The night we heard her dad, Paul, was lost at sea, a dog came to my mum in the dream to let her know that she was lost and needed to get back to her people, but even though everyone looked for the boat, they didn't find it for another two weeks.

I think Nita was very lonely on the boat all that time on her own and couldn't understand what had happened to her dad. Thandi's mum had to go on a long trip to the place where Nita the puppy is now so that she can make sure she is looked after by someone, now she doesn't have a dad any more.

Nita was a very brave girl to spend all that time on her own. Luckily she had food and water, and a comfy bed to sleep on. Here are some more pictures of her being rescued from the yacht.

I like going to the seaside, but I don't think I want to go out in the middle of the ocean in a big storm.

Please give your puppies some extra rubbles and huggings today, and send some love to all the people who are missing Nita's daddy.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Wordless Wednesday (Almost) - Birthday Edition

I got snow for my birthday, and lots of it! Mum and Dad had it delivered overnight right to our house, then we went on an outing to where it was snowing a lot and the snow had gotten really deep. It was the best birthday present ever!

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

10 Years Old and Still Getting into Trouble!

Mum call this one of my "butter wouldn't melt" photos, and says that looking at me here, you wouldn't believe the trouble I've been in recently.

If you've been reading my blog for a while, you may remember me mentioning a particularly bothersome coyote that stalks our neighborhood. I wrote about it here. I haven't seen too much of him this winter, that is until about a week ago. Dad took me for my first walk on that day because Mum was teaching a class and had a lot to do. Usually, when Mum takes me in the morning, we walk around the neighborhood and I'm on my leash, but Dad thought it would be nice for me to run around, so we went to the trail instead. Well, we certainly got to run around, but I think it was a bit more than Dad was expecting.

"My" coyote was up there and we spent an hour chasing each other back and forth all over the place. Dad was very mad at me and was trying to keep up, but I was even madder at that coyote. Dad got very muddy and I got very tired. Mum and Dad gave me "the talk" when we got home, and the next day I could barely walk.

Tomorrow is my birthday and I'm going to be 10 years old. Apparently, that means I'm supposed to be more dignified and not go around getting into trouble by chasing coyotes or barking at javelinas. I have been trying. Especially since Mum and Dad said they would take me on a special outing for my birthday if I was good. I'm keeping my paws crossed that I've been good enough.