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Mom left the house early and none of us got to go with her. She said she had to go do something for Old Dog Haven.

That perked Jack up. He argued that he was an Old Dog Haven final refuge dog and he should get to go with her.

But mom held her ground and left us all home. She drove off to the animal shelter in Everett where she sprung some mutt named Guppy.

Guppy is supposed to be a mix of Chihuahua and MinPin. Whose idea was that? After mom signed him out she loaded Guppy in the car and the taxi ride began.

Mom drove Guppy to meet his new family. Guppy wanted to sit on her lap while she was driving but mom never lets us do that. He cried and kept putting his paw on mom.

They were in the car for about an hour so mom had lots of time to chat with Guppy. He was a nervous little fellow but who wouldn’t be.

Imagine if your nice home life ended one day with no explanation. Your boss just packed up your stuff and took you to the shelter. You smelled the fear and confusion when you walked in the door and you tried to run back to your car.

You watched frantically as your person or some person signed papers saying you no longer had a home. And then you were alone. Not really alone because there were people and dogs and cats.

But nobody knew you at the shelter. Nobody knew your special spot where you liked to be scratched. Nobody knew your favorite food or the tricks you could do. Maybe nobody cared.

Guppy is one lucky mutt. He only spent ten days in the joint. Our Jack spent five long months. Guppy got a taxi ride to meet his new people. And what good people. Guppy knew instantly he had won the lottery and started making nice. The man found Gup’s favorite scratching spot and Guppy was enchanted.

I guess that’s how life is. One chapter ends and you think you’ll never be happy again. Then something good happens and you’re back in the game.

I never got to meet him but I’m sure that Guppy’s story will have a happy ending. Guppy gets a new chance at life with people who want nothing more than to help an older dog. That’s what Old Dog Haven is all about. Nice, huh!

 

Today my brother Zag turns four. He’s always been younger than me because he was born the year after me. That means he’ll always be my little bro, no matter how old we get.

Me and Zag were the only blue dogs in our litters. Being that we both have the blue merle color, we look a lot alike but we’re also different.

Zag’s nose is longer than mine and he has brown eyes. I’ve got the fading gene that makes my brown hair color wash out. His brown hair is still dark.

We sure have a lot of traits in common. We’re easy going guys. We love to play ball and the mouth game. We each have a girlfriend that we’re crazy about. And we are both sort of momma’s boys.

Me and Zag stick tight to our moms. We don’t always do what they tell us but we never let our moms get out of sight for too long.

We’re already planning our next trip to the beach. It’s so fun to leave the other dogs behind. We only have to take Zag’s little brother Rhett with us. Since Rhett is a Chihuahua he doesn’t take up much space in the car.

I’m real proud of Zag. He’s a good brother and the best friend I could ask for. All us mutts at Asherpark are wishing him a big time happy birthday. Way to go Zag!

 

 

 

 

I’ve been slackin. We had a few days of really nice weather and I forgot to do my barks. There is plenty of news and lots to bark about, but I was busy having fun.

What’s the most important thing that happened last week? I learned how to catch a frisbee! Better yet, mom learned how to throw it to me.

We call it the dish. I like it so much I’ll even go hunt it up in the field and bring it to mom when she asks. My dish is made out of nice soft rubber so it doesn’t hurt my mouth.

So why the frisbee? My teacher Matt said ball was too easy for me. Oh yeah? Maybe he oughta try catching a ball in his mouth!

I know what he means. The ball usually takes a predictable bounce. Remember your physics? Angle of incidence equals the angle of reflection? Ha! Betcha didn’t know I’ve been hitting the books.

Anyway, it’s a lot harder to predict where the dish goes. Sometimes it catches the wind and floats away. Other times mom throws a bad hook and it comes back on me.

Yesterday I was so busy chasing my dish I ran right over Tess. She gave me a warning nip but all she got was air. I was in high gear running down my dish.

Thanks to Matt I’m learning new dance steps and catching my dish. You know what’s the best part? Mom does it all with me. Me and mom. I like that. Gotta run!