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Welcome to The Levi and Cooper Chronicles. I'm the 'Cooper' and my baby brother is the 'Levi.' We're not siblings in the literal sense of the word. He's a miniature schnauzer and I'm a miniature poodle but our differences go far beyond our breed. You see, I'm the famous angel dog who blogs from the Rainbow Bridge. Well, not famous down on earth but up here in doggie heaven all canines get to do whatever we like and I like blogging. We dogaroons up here can also gaze down through the magic water under the bridge and keep tabs on our humans. Isn't that cool! After I discovered the magic water, I decided that little Levi---who got adopted into the family shortly after my departure from earth---could use a guardian angel. When he blogs he types in pink and when I put my two cents worth in I type in blue.
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Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Levi here!

It's been a long time since my human let me near her computer to post. I just wanted to let let you know she and I are going fine. She put me on a diet, can't you believe that and already I'm the best dieter in the house. I lost a whole pound in a month!.  You can find her at Misadventures of widowhood blog

New Year's Commentary from the Bridge



A bunch of us dogaroons up here at the Rainbow Bridge were lounging under the tennis ball trees discussing our humans and their habit of making New Years Resolutions. So I decided to peek down on my family and see what silly things Mom put on her list this year. Mom's a list kind of person so I knew she'd have one. Years ago she even made one of those "100 Things to do Before I Die" lists and recently she found it again. She'd actually done about half the things on her list and decided she should make a new list. The first thing she put down was: "Shorten this list to 25 things to do before I die. I'm old!"

I digress. For her New Year's Resolutions Mom had put down the customary loss weight and exercise things that seem to be required for humans to list. She had a few improve-your-personality type things as well, pretty standard stuff for Mom. Then she had one crazy, totally unobtainable thing listed. Even crazier than the time she vowed to learn how to belly dance. In 2009 she wants to---get this---learn how to do dog dancing with my baby brother, Levi!

Mom thinks it will kill a flock of birds with one stone.1) It will give her some exercise, 2) it will give Levi some exercise, 3) it will create a stronger bond between Mom and Levi, and 4) it will entertain Dad with their practice sessions. What Mom left out of the equation is that fact that she's old and can hardly walk. Sure, she'd got one new knee but the other one won't even bend. It's shot and needs replacing, too. She can't walk fast or for long without pain, let alone run and if she tries to dance, she'll look like a character in a low budget Frankenstein movie. I love her but a hunchbacked old woman dragging a leg behind her doesn't exactly inspire my confidence in her ability to pull of dog dancing with Levi.

Levi, the little trouper, is doing his part. Already he's learned how to bow, shake right and left, and do circles on command. He can also do the normal obedience things like sit, down, stand and heel. And get this. When I looked down on them today Mom was sitting in her rolling computer chair trying to get Levi to back up and come forward as she rolled to and from him. I think she's mixing wheelchair dancing up with dog dancing. I know she's watched those wheelchair dancing competitions but I'm not sure she has a clue what dog dancing is all about.

I tried to talk to my older brother, Jason, up here the Bridge about Mom's craziest. He's a full-fledged angel-dog and a newbie trainer on top of that. But he says I can't interfere. I tried to tell him she's going to fall and break her neck but Jason is firm about the rules. No ifs, ands or buts about it I can't erase 'dog dancing' off Mom's New Year's Resolution list and her memory and replace it with 'knit everyone on the block a sweater.' It's a pain in the butt sometimes to have all this angel-power not be able to use it in so-called wasteful ways. How is it wasteful to make my mom act her age?

Anyway, all of us canine up here are hopeful that our humans have good year, no matter what is on their lists. ©



Wheelchair Dancing Competition

Wheelchair and Dog Dancing

Paragility Show and Dog Dancing

Carolyn and Rookie, Famous Dog Dancing Team


Saturday, February 11, 2012

My Human Went to the Rainbow Bridge

No one here probably remembers me, Levi the Schnauzer. I’ve grown up and haven’t been blogging. But something happened I want to share with the world because it hurts so much. My daady died! My human daady died and I’m so worried because he went to the Rainbow Bridge without his wheelchair. He needs that chair and Moomie just took it to a place called Goodwill. If they really have good will they’d bring it back and bawl my moomie out for leaving it there.


God, the house is quiet! I miss how my daady and me had howling contests each morning until mean Moomie would tell us to knock it off. I miss sitting at Daady’s feet during breakfast, at the ready to round up stray Cheerios that might roll down my way. I miss giving Daady doggie kisses each night. And I miss the fact that every time my pawrents got ready to go some where Daady would campaign to let me ride along. The house is sooooooooooo quiet without him. Moomie doesn’t even turn the lights on in the living room anymore where Daady and I used watched TV.


I started sleeping on the foot of Daady’s side of the bed---something I never did before. At first I’d stay just until the lights went off. I kept thinking Moomie would tell me to get off. But she didn’t. Then it went to a couple of hours before I’d move some time during the night. Last night was the first night I spent the whole night, and not just at the foot end of the bed. When I woke up I was stretched out like I owned the place. I don’t know how that happened. I didn’t mean to do it but when Moomie woke up, she smiled at me. So I know she’s okay with me keeping Daady’s bed from getting lonely at night like I do.


Cooper and Jason, my older brothers, are at the Rainbow Bridge. I never got to meet them but I heard stories about them and I think they’ll take good care of Daady up there. At least I hope so. I hope they get him a new wheelchair. I still can’t believe Moomie gave his away! But then she’s been doing all kinds of dumb things since Daady died. Some times I’m afraid to let her walk out the door for fear she’ll get lost and won’t come home. ©


Moomie's widowhood blog is here.


Saturday, March 6, 2010

Levi the Daycare Worker

You won’t believe where my moomie and daady took me yesterday! To a place called doggie daycare. They left me there with a total stranger in a fenced-in yard as big as the Colosseum and after they drove off the man let one dog at a time out of a kennel. Levi wasn’t sure what was going on. Me's felt like one of those Christians the Romans threw in with the lions. The first dog to come at me was a mouthy rat terrier, but me’s told him to back off and be nice. Then a brown and white spaniel came out of the door and sniffed around my tail. Guess she didn’t like my schnauzer or boy essence. After that, the stuck up bitch went off by herself.

Next came a black lab with a friendly tail and great tale about the dog still in the kennel. He said Sadie was twenty-five thousand times bigger than me and she was going to eat me alive! Can you believe that? Me’s did when that Great Dane first rushed towards me. But it was love at first sight on her part. Levi thought she was going to lick me to death.

Enough already
, me told her. Let's play! Sadie chased me and then me chased her. By the time my pawrents came back Levi was exhausted.

Moomie told the daycare guy they’d bring me back when she and Daady wanted to go out for pizza again. Then she gave him money. Can you believe they charged money for me to play? Levi kept all those dogs busy the whole time instead of them having to be cooped up in the kennel. They should have paid me personal trainer wages! Me’s had them running through the drainage tile, around the trees, jumping on top of the bench, and playing keep away with a rope. Apparently if me goes there for under two hours, it costs $5.00. Over two to five hours it costs $10.00 and $15.00 if Levi’s stays all day. Next time me goes, Levi hopes Moomie brings a snack for the ride home. All that activity and they didn’t feed us even one kernel of food!

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Friday, February 12, 2010

Voices in Her Head

Look what me's found in Moomie's diary today. Me's shouldn't be read it, Levi knows that but me is sharing this for a reason. Here is what she wrote:

"Sometimes I swear Levi, our dog, can telepathically talk inside my brain. This morning I woke up to someone calling my name and when my eyes opened all I saw was my husband sound asleep. I listened for the voice to call my name again but the house was silent. A dream, I thought, but it was so real---and so annoying because it’s a common way for me to wake up. I rolled over and there he was, smack-dab in my face, his little eyes peering over the top of the mattress. 'Finally!' Levi seemed to be saying, 'I need to pee.' The creepy part is the dog also seems to be able to tell time. It was nine o’clock. It’s always nine o’clock---on the dot---when I wake up this way."

Okay, Levi needs to know are all humans this dumb about talking without words, or is my human....ah, well, you know, a little slow? Duh, of course me was using telepathy to talk to Moomie. Me's didn't want to wake Daady up by barking. He needs his sleep. Me is worried. Is there a book she should read on training humans how to talk inside their heads?

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