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Wordless Wednesday: Dreaming of the playoffs

 I got it! calls Micron.

His team mates step back, bowing to the mad skills of their ace catcher. They’ll give the glory of this catch to the Golden Boy.

All eyes are on the yellow ball, which first appears to be suspended in mid-air, then begins to descend as if in slow motion.

And the fans are on their feet! Fists pumping high over their heads as they chant Mighty Mike! Mighty Mike! MI…T…MIKE!

Micron coils his body as he prepares to vault into the open sky, as beautiful and graceful as a great white shark.

This is it, folks!, shouts the announcer over the roaring crowds. This is the winning catch that’s gonna take this amazing team off to the …

Ruh-roh.

Well, there goes the playoffs. Way to go, “Golden Boy.” Off to the showers with yourself, now.

Aw, don’t take it too hard,there Mighty Mike.  There’s always next year, big guy.

Encore Story: A Tale of Two Chickens




I can’t tell if she’s breathing, guys!, says
 Jager.  Hang in there, Food Lady! I know!
I’ll give her mouth to mouth.


So why didn’t you get the flu shot this year? asks The Husband.

I don’t know!, I moan. My raspy voice comes from beneath the dog paw decorated throw blanket. I haven’t had the flu in so long that I thought I didn’t need the shot anymore. 

You realize that doesn’t make sense, right? he says.

Yeah, I know. They even extended the flu shot dates at work, I say. I’m an idiot. 

Which is only partially true. They did extend the available dates at work and I am indeed an idiot. The real reason? It was just too far to walk to get to the Health Center.

I’m a lazy kind of idiot. That, my friends, is the whole truth.

And today I’m bundled under the covers, sniffling and achy all over. Trying so hard not to cough, because dang it, it hurts too much. There’s a faint little voice in my head telling me I better cough, and do it with passion, because otherwise I’ll end up with pneumonia.

I know this and yet here I sit with a bag of Ricola in easy reach.

I’m nuthin’ if not consistent in my self destructive tendencies.

And so on this Story Sunday, I’m giving myself a bit of a reprieve on story telling. Instead we bring you an encore presentation of a favorite story of the past. This one is in recognition of the mighty Micron, who has been checking on me over the last three icky days.

I want to believe his concern is for my health and well-being and doesn’t have anything to do with his next meal.  But hey, he’s a comfort just being here, so I’m good with it either way.

So here’s a post originally shared in April 2012.  I had one whole person tell me this was her favorite story. Well, her mom liked it too.  And that’s good enuf for me.

A Tale of Two Chickens

I don’t really like chickens.  We had different genres of walking poultry meat about the farm when I was a tender youth.  The farm goose was a particular jerk as these fellas are wont to be. But the worst was the chicken coop. The guano room of doom.


All the hens were white and were perfect doppelgangers of each other. Some rather nastier in spirit than their sisters, however. It was a crap shoot, so to speak, to collect eggs.  Reach under a plump hen for an egg and you may come back with skin and delicate hand bones intact. But the next hen could be the one that goes all medieval about your arm. You just never knew.

So I really don’t like chickens. They’re icky and smelly and mean. I can’t even abide the taste of these things. I do apologize to anyone who has a meaningful relationship with chickens. I mean no offense. I don’t want to be all up in your business, but you might be rethinking your friend base.

So when I redecorated the kitchen, I adopted a rooster theme. What deep recesses of my brain brought me to surround myself with chicken based artsy fartsy stock?  I can’t explain it.

But I chicken theme it, I did.

So when the grocery had rooster dish towels on clearance last week, I bought a couple to go with my Hannibel Lector inspired decor.

Ah, nice.

The mighty Micron is an intuitive dog.  He reads people and their moods to a level that is sometimes heart-warming and other times spooky.

He knows about the chickens.

To show his unconditional love, he brought me one of the rooster dish towels.

That’s one down!, he says, wagging his plume tail.

 Yep, that dog’s got my back.

Wordless Wednesday: A Private Reading

How many dogs does it take to get through a story book?

You know, we pet therapy folk didn’t mind staying a few minutes past our allotted hour at the library. How could we leave when our young reader wanted to finish just one more book?  You have to admire her passion. Well, I sure do.

So after the other readers left, our four Paws to Read canine volunteers teamed up for a special private reading. We should all be so blessed, right?

From Miami Valley Pet Therapy Association we have the dedicated canine volunteers (at top) Char and the mighty Micron.  Also joining us from CCI are puppies-in-training Euka and Emma.

The Good Stuff Jar Project

The 2013 Good “Stuff” Jar.
Censored for sensitive readers.*
You know who you are.

Food Lady! Micron yells from the kitchen. Bodine has his litter box feet on the counter again! 

[random scurrying sounds] And he’s taking a bite out of every apple in the fruit bowl!, he says.

Ok, I say. Thanks, buddy.

Who does that anyway? says Micron. Every apple? Like the next one will taste different?

Don’t worry about it, Mikey, I say. I’ll take care of it in a minute.

Hey, that’s a sign of insanity, right? Micron says, walking into the family room. Doing the same thing over and over and expecting …hey, are you ok, Food Lady? You haven’t hollered at the cat even once today.

Yeah, I’m good. I say to my card carryin’ certified pet therapy dog.

Micron jumps onto the sofa to snuggle and I stroke his noggin until he closes his eyes.

I’m just getting a little melancholy. I say.

Micron’s eyes pop back open and he looks at me with brows furrowed into worry lines. You’re getting a what? Nuh uh. Is that really a good idea, Food Lady? he asks. I mean, don’t you always tell people that you’re just four paws away from being an animal hoarder? Even a little dog needs a lot of attention and chew bones and they still poop a lot and stuff. 

Well, you know how moody I get around the holiday season, I say.  And …what? Little dog? Oh, I get it. A little Melon Collie. [eye roll] That’s an old joke, my love.

I wasn’t joking, says Micron, closing his eyes again. So anyway isn’t it time to open the Good “Stuff” Jar? That might cheer you up a little. 
   
Micron, you sweet thing, I say. You’re smarter than I look. That’s a stellar idea and I’m glad you reminded me of it.

Read my lips, says Micron.
 No more puppies!

My sensitive dog remembers that I started the Good “Stuff” Jar at the end of last year while immersed in my annual post-holiday funkitude.  And it’s a lofty goal, this project. What with keeping up with the burden of writing down the occasional happy events that we encounter throughout our days. That, and the challenge of remembering to do it.

It’s oh too easy to plod along our daily paths and never give another thought to the bright moments once their shine has faded. And next thing you know, you’re going about with heavy sighs and enigmatic lamentations of cantaloupes and Lassies.

So this year on December 31 we’ll open the Good “Stuff” Jar in celebration of a year well spent. I imagine a bright ray of light to escape the mouth of this former sauerkraut jar. Perhaps some angelic singing as we lefty loosie the lid of the thing. Yeah, I know, I know. Best not to set the bar too high lest we face the disappointment of reality mingled with vague sauerkraut fumes. But really, at the very least, I think there’s a smile or two awaiting us in there.

I’m counting on it, actually.

And with the end of year looming on the horizon of our Gregorian calendar, this seems a fine time to take a look back at our last few months of dog inspired adventures here on Raising a Super Dog.

This post aglow before you is the final of 2013. I’ve challenged myself with a minimum of two posts weekly, with Story Sunday and Wordless Wednesday being the feature stories. Although sorely tempted to slack off, I can stand (yeah, I’m sitting) before you and say that I never wavered even once.  I totally met this goal and then took it out for drinks.  I’m jazzed to tell you that we slapped out a full 110 blog posts intended for your entertainment.

And I’ve enjoyed sharing every story and photo with you, my faithful readers and fans of all things Dog. Thanks for hanging with us on our life’s journey with our canine heartmates Euka, Micron and Jager.  Y’all are great.

I spent some time going through our dog adventures this morning, which turned out to be a mood lifter for my weary soul. The Blog Archive in the panel to your right will take you through each story month by month. I invite you to lose yourself there for a while, should you find yourself wanting to wax nostalgic for the dogs’ derring-do of yore. But as ain’t nobody got time for that, allow me to throw you a bone, so to speak, and I’ll highlight my personal favorites of 2013.

Donna’s Top 20 of 2013

Euka II

Um, Food Lady? Don’t look
behind you.
(Micron is playing yellow
submarine in a mud bank. True story)

We started things off in January with our New Year Goals for Miss Euka.  At a three months old, we had a lot on our plate to get this little girl ready for her Advanced Training at Canine Companions for Independence.  And we’re almost there, people. Less than five months to go now, can you believe it?

After starting life as a celebrity, being on the Eukanuba livestream for her first eight weeks of life, Euka uses her star status to rub hocks with other well known folk.  We had the pleasure of meeting Temple Grandin and author Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess).  Photo ops included, of course. So we got proof that I didn’t just make this stuff up.

The extraordinary E litter celebrated their first birthday in September. We got the Ohio E’s back together for a photo shoot.  Cute, cute, cute. And cute.  There’s four of them, you know.

Aaargh, this puppy! Not the best of timing, yet a true adventure trying to get a Halloween photo of this puppy before she went off to The Spa at CCI. It’s a Then this happened kinda story.

The Mighty Micron

In Pet-it Jury Trial Micron serves as judge and jury. And witness, counsel and defendant, too. But not well. Something about jack of all trades but master of none.

They’re all guilty. Don’t ask.

I’m thwarted in a yet another warm and fuzzy photo session with the mighty Micron at That ain’t chocolate. Never turn your back on a water dog.

Micron masters the art of being a literacy tutor at Tutelage in relaxation and Time flies at the library.  He also falls in love with a pair of boots, so there’s that.

Not to be outdone by Euka’s infamy, Micron stars in his own short Indie film of Mutiny of the Bounty.  That title is not a typo. The paper towels fought back.

We ran Micron through a series of canine cognition games with Dognition. Prior to each session, I tried to guess his results. That didn’t work out well for me. His three stories are Hereand Here, and final profile results are Here.  Spoiler alert: the goober dog is more clever than I gave him credit for. Again, don’t turn your back on him.

What is this word fixation? And why are you looking at me and not Micron? A special project was in the works at Fishin’ balm.  And it’s not lowering my standards, people. It’s dialing down to realistic goals, that’s all.

Jager

I’m kinda of a big deal.

We give Jager his moment in the spotlight with Master of the Hunt Part I and Part II. I’d intended to stir up some intrigue with an unsolved mystery in Part I, but really it’s more just a curiosity of the style of an itch that can’t be scratched.

More profound thoughts from our little knobby headed friend is found at Jager’s dog nose wisdom.

Volunteer Puppy Raising

Five things I stopped doing was a popular post of the past and so was put out as a rerun in May. This takes you into the life of a volunteer puppy raiser just a bit.

Then for a slightly darker look, we gotcha some cautionary tales on Not all sunshine and rainbows.  Poop walking is involved here.

And the random stuff

Let the wookiee win.

I won a new dog in a raffle! Kind of. Well, I won it.  But it’s not really a dog. She just looks like one. Pretty much, anyway. Introducing Cap’n Windy on Raffle me this.  Pfft to the naysayers. Everybody was just jealous of my good fortune.

This one just makes me laugh. It’s the last photo in the post that gets you, actually. You may not see it coming at Pareidolia has landed.

Wait … is that twenty one? Gads, I’m not good with numbers. I’ve counted three or four times and come up with a different number of links each time. See, I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve tallied these up.

But no matter. I hope you find something enjoyable on the ride.

Any other favorites from you all? Please do let me know. Feedback is the fuel that keeps a blogger’s life blood pumping, after all.

All of us at Raising a Super Dog wish you and yours a blessed, fortuitous and Happy New Year.  One that is filled with adventures and stories to share. So glad you’re hanging out with us for ours.

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*The Good Shit Jar. Because good shit happens too, you know.  Easy to make your own for this upcoming year.  You need an empty jar, some scraps of paper and a pen well secured so nobody walks off with the damned thing again. Depressive state of mind optional.

Christmas is all around

The Christmas spirit is all around, right?  

Well, it is indeed. And quite literally for the two yeller dogs. All around their noggins.

I admit with some self admonishment that I never thought about tossing a wreath about a dog’s wither regions as a photo prop.  But once I saw Tippi’s holiday photo (a pup in training for Canine Companions for Independence), I was struck with inspiration. 
You ever get all excited and take your dog to the backyard and attempt to stuff their head through a decorated wreath?  Yeah, me neither. Turns out it’s not a natural thing that gets well processed in the dog brain.  
With a little practice, some serious what-the-heck-is-this-thing sniffing and copious dog cookies, we did it, though.  
And here’s these two beautiful creatures to wish you all a Merry Christmas season and Happy New Year. 

Gimme da cookie!   Micron at 4 years old.
Euka, 15 months