Asher

My Girl

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Tess and Ash

I’m a lucky dog. I’ve always had a family. I’ve never been hungry. When I got hurt once mom took me to the vet and I got all patched up. And for the last year I’ve had my own girlfriend.

I’ve barked about Tess before but not as often as I should. Sometimes I take her for granted because she’s always there. But today I really need to bark about why she’s so special.

See Tess with the ball? She’s not teasing me, she’s inviting me to play. Tess knows I love the ball and it’s a sure way to get me to play with her. Sometimes she just grabs a hunk of my fur to get my attention.

Tess is like a little mother. Once she’s decided you’re part of the pack she’ll do her best to protect you. A few weeks ago a guest dog jumped Jack. Because he’s deaf Jack didn’t hear the attack coming. Mom wasn’t close enough to stop it. So Tess threw herself on the guest dog to save Jack. I was getting ready to jump in but mom got there first and pulled everybody apart.

I was so proud of Tess. After the fight she kept licking Jack to make sure he was okay. I could tell it meant a lot to Jack. He’s had some fights in his life but now that he’s older and can’t hear, he’s easy prey for some punk dog.

I don’t mind that Tess always goes in the truck with dad. It means so much to her. She gets this great big smile on her face. She lifts her beautiful tail real high and prances around. When dad opens the door she races to the truck and jumps in the front seat.

I really love Tess. After Codie died my life was pretty lonely. I didn’t have a dog pal anymore. That’s when mom told me I needed a girlfriend and she found me Tess. Wow, how lucky is that? Thanks mom! Gotta run.

Taking a Break

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Freckles

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Freckles

See this little guy? That’s our friend Freckles. He’s been to our house a couple of times. On his first visit we had just got Jack. Things were still pretty crazy with Jack marking all over the house, so Freckles had to keep a low profile.

When Freckles came over a couple of weeks ago it was different. Everybody got along fine. In fact, Freckles met some other dogs and we had a dog party.

Freckles belongs to our friends. He’s a rescue dog like Jack and Tess. He doesn’t bark much so we don’t know a lot about him. He sure got lucky when his people chose him. He lives in a house by the woods and eats real good.

You may think this isn’t a serious bark, but sometimes it’s fun to bark about the little stuff. Like when nothing much happens and dogs and people play silly games.

Talk about silly, look at these pictures of Freckles’ nose. Mom has this thing about dog noses. She’s always sticking the camera in our face and taking pictures that make our noses look real long and goofy. See what I mean?

I guess I’ve barked enough about Freckles. He’s such a nice little guy I wanted to put him in the DailyBark. Here’s to you Freckles! See ya.

Asher, Codie

July 12, 2009

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forever in our hearts

It was a year ago. July 12, 2009. The saddest day of my life. The day Codie died.

Codie was sixteen. Mom said it was a miracle that she lived so long because she got mast cell tumors when she was young and had four surgeries before she was ten.

Most of the time Codie ignored me. I was young and a pest. But I loved her. She was funny and smart. When she played with me I was crazy with joy.

There were five of us at the house on Codie’s last day – three Labradors and Codie’s good friend Frieda. We all knew something was terrible wrong. The people were weeping. Friends came to say good bye. It was beautiful and awful at the same time.

Then dad gently lifted Codie into the car. I thought my heart would break. Codie was so weak she could hardly talk, but she wanted me to know she was not afraid of the rainbow bridge. She told me that as I grew older I would understand about the rainbow bridge and I would not fear it. Codie said only humans fear the crossing of the bridge.

Codie promised her spirit would be free to return after a year. She said she wouldn’t be in her old fur but we would know her. Codie said our dog souls remain after the passage and she would be able to communicate with us. As the car door was closing Codie told me I had to help mom and dad laugh again after she was gone.

I have done as Codie commanded. I have tried my best to make my people laugh and ease them through the terrible darkness of her passing. I await her return with joyful expectation. I wish to hear from her own soul to mine what it was like to cross the rainbow bridge and who is on the other side. Please Codie, come home.