In case any long time ago readers come here wondering why they are suddenly getting notices of new posts, it's because when I cam here to check on something I discovered a lot of the posts had been turned into drafts and not by me. As near as I can figure out Bloggers did it to posts with pictures in it they wanted out of their archives. There are more the might appear in your mailbox over the next week. Sorry about that.

I'm still blogging actively at: The Misadventures of Widowhood.

Blood, Pee and Poop Everywhere!

I've hardly had a moment to myself up here at the Rainbow Bridge since I volunteered to help with the dogs in the path of the hurricanes. Those poor dogaroons down there really need what our angel dog team is doing to help calm their fears. It's rewarding work but I feel a little guilty for not being around for my baby brother, Levi. His problem is getting worse.

Levi will be nine months old at the end of the month and he's been housebroke for five of those months but it's been raining a lot where Mom and Dad live and Levi is giving Mom fits about going outside when it's raining and when the dirt in the dog yard is wet. He's even started peeing and popping on the deck. He'll also ask to go out one door and when he finds out it's raining there, he'll run to another outside door and ask to go out, thinking it might not be raining on the other side of the house. Mom has gone back to square on and is sitting outside with him until he goes where he's suppose to go, regardless of the rain on his back or the wet dirt under his paws. He's making progress. This morning he peed on the rubber mat at the bottom of the deck steps and pooped while squatting on my grave stones. That kid has scrambled eggs when it comes to respect for the dead.

Mom's got the right idea about going back to square one, and I'm sure the problem will work itself out, but I did feel sorry for her yesterday. She woke up with Dad saying the S word over and over again. At first she thought he was trying to pull on his pants while Levi was trying to pull them off. But the tone of the word was different this time, not filled with laughter but panic stricken instead. He'd transferred to his wheelchair, cut his foot and had bled all over the carpeting from the bed to the bathroom and Levi was licking it up. Dad is taking a blood thinner so there was a LOT of blood. Mom jumped out of bed---as much as an old person can jump with arthritic joints---to get Dad and the floors cleaned up and to shut Levi out of the master bedroom while she worked. It took a long time and in the meantime Levi pooped and peed in the living room. That was not really his fault given the circumstances but still it wasn't a great way for Mom to start her day.

So tomorrow the carpet cleaners are coming. Between having the blood removed and sanitized—a $95 requirement for "health reasons so says the cleaning company"---and having the floors in three rooms cleaned and the pets stains deodorized that have accumulated since Levi joined the family it will cost Mom $239 total. If I had time, I'd mental telepathy a little humor down to Mom and remind her that puppy stains might be a good reason to get the hardwood floor she wants installed. What the heck, I'll take the time. What's my angel-brother going to do if I show up late for work? Kill me? I'm already dead. ©

Houdini, the Dog

Levi should be renamed Houdini. He managed to escape between the four inch slates on the white, plastic fencing while Mom sat reading the paper only eight feet away. She thought he'd gained too much weight to fit through them so he was in the dog yard without his retractable leash on. All that hair of his is deceptive.

He was gone five-six minutes after Mom noticed him missing and she went into a full panic attack. She did manage to grab the dog whistle and she alternated calling his name and blowing the whistle, forgetting to yell "come" as she'd been practicing with him in their mini training sessions. On her second pass through the back yard she found him chasing one of the robins he's been barking at since they came north. That boy is going to be a sissified ornithologist when he grows up. He came right to her and it was a good thing, too, because he was about to go up a hill too steep for Mom trail after him without having a heart attack in the process.

That afternoon Mom spent several hours putting plastic lattice work around the outside of her beloved white picket fence. Mom can fix anything with duck tape, bungee cords or electrical plastic ties. This job called for the ties and the leftover material that was used to enclose the bottom of the deck, keeping out the wild animals---well, sort of. The rabbits have chewed themselves many access points of entry and departure. But I digress. Mom only had a cheap hand saw that cut plastic so it took her a long time to accomplish the job. Levi is going to have to dig his way out next time.

Speaking of digging, Mom got the patio stones down over my grave but Levi likes to dig in the soft dirt around the edges, so mom is going buy more of them to stop his chances of getting to my bones. But he's going to keep digging around the edges of the new row of stones and she'll keep buying more stones and pretty soon he won't have anymore room to poop and pee. She told Dad she'll probably have to put bricks at the bottom of the fence when he figure out that he could dig his way to the backyard bird sanctuary. That boy even barks at the life-size polyresin owl who watches the house from the pine trees. ©

Big Boy Haircut

Before Levi's first haircut.



After his first haircut.



Levi went to the poo-poo, fancy-do groomers today and came home looking like a little old man. How could Mom do that to him? He's only 21 weeks old! Gone is all his fluffy, silky-soft fur that bounded with each step when he ran. Gone is his stocky look that had my humans wondering if he really is a pure breed schnauzer like the breeder promised. He's got a waist line and long legs! Who knew? And ears, eyebrows, and a little tail. Levi was so fascinated by the newly discovered wiggly thing on his butt that he chased it for the first time in his young life. Mom thought Levi was going to turn out to be a muddy shade of medium gray and was shocked when she picked up a puppy that turned out to be mostly charcoal gray with light patches on his chest, face, legs and butt. I guess his big-boy haircut will grow on me. Poor little guy, though, he's been scratching since he came home. I think he's allergic to haircuts.

Looking more like a schnauzer.



His haircut made his legs look longer, don't you think?



Before shot, looking short legged and out of proportion for a schnauzer.





Well, I've got to get back to my friends up here at the Rainbow Bridge. I'm taking flyball lessons, can you believe that!? A bunch of us small-fry poodles are running the course. ©

My Flaky Human

Levi is back. Can we talk? Me needs advice on what to do about Moomie. Me loves her but she is a flaky human. How do I help her understand that boy puppies are suppose to do the things me does? Like yesterday we were in the back yard and I was tracking rabbits when me found where they hide their belly beans in the grass. Levi was enjoying those tasty brown things when Moomie grabbed me and dug them out of my mouth! What self respecting puppy dog wouldn't eat bunny beans? Moomie doesn't know the first thing about raising baby boy schnauzers. Levi is upset with her right now.

Then Wednesday me found Moomie's boobie hammock hanging in the bathroom. Levi is smart. Me figured out how to get it off the hook and I turned it into pull-toy for my stuffie, Mr. Goose. He was having so much fun riding through the living room and Daady was having fun watching the two of play until Moomie came along. End of fun. End of Daddy, Mr. Goose and Levi being happy.

All week long it was, "Levi, no!" Levi, drop it." Levi, Levi, Levi---she's going to wear out my name and I'm only not even 9 months old yet. If she does, will she have to start calling me by my middle name? Me doesn't even know how to pronounce it. All I know is it's spelled s-t-r-a-u-s-s and me thinks it is going to sound like a sissy name.

Levi did do one bad thing this week but I'm not going to tell you about it. It might get back to Moomie and she hasn't found the friend I brought in the house. To tell you the truth I can't find her either. She got away.

It's nap time, me has to go. Oh, guess what! I hear Moomie say we get to go back to obedience school on Monday. Maybe someone there will set Moomie straight about what boy puppies are suppose to do. Keep your paws crossed for her learning before she turns me into a girlie dog. ©

Donate Dog Hair to Help Clean up the Oil in the Gulf!

It's been a long time since I've blogged from the Rainbow Bridge. We dogaroons up here never forget our about our earth bound families. We keep tabs on you guys even when we don't find ways to let you know that as often as we should. It's just that our angel dog network up here gets SO busy channeling prayers for the most needy animals in the world. But sometimes angel prayers aren't enough. We need human hands to help and that's why I'm blogging today. The animals in the gulf need dog hair and human hair to help clean up the oil spills. You'll find all the information about this wonderful project at these two sites:

http://inhabitat.com/2010/05/04/donate-your-dog-and-cat-hair-to-clean-up-the-oil-spill/

Great video showing showing how well the hair soaks up oil.
http://www.nowpublic.com/environment/human-and-dog-hair-used-gulf-oil-spill-cleanup-update-may-4-2613233.html

http://www.matteroftrust.org/

Pass the word to all your groomers!

Love, Angel Dog Cooper


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5/27/10 I just saw on the news today that they have enough hair now, don't send anymore.

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Rest in Peace

 

1/23/2008 to 3/3/2021

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 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

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.

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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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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Note From Naked Levi

My moomie was happy today because she got to leave Daady and his wheelchair at home while she took me to the groomer, then she got to wait for me at grocery store while they threw me in soapy water before stealing Levi’s hair. Me’s don’t know why that should make her happy but me’s don’t think she was telling a fib.

Before we left she made Daady a lunch and told him she was going on vacation from the men in the family. She also promised me some French fries from Wendys if me’s was good at the hair stealing place. Oh, they were good! At least she cared that we men in the family didn’t starve to death while she was gone.

Me is always good at the groomer but me’s not so sure that Daady was good at home alone because when Moomie came to pick me up he was sitting in the front seat of the car. Maybe Moomie missed him like she did Levi? Me’s don’t know what happened. It’s a mystery. All Levi knows for sure is that Daady was singing what Moomie calls non-sense songs on the way home and she told him, “Now I remember why I needed a vacation from you today.” Daady laughed and kept on singing.

We got to stop at the park on the way home where me’s scouted out some poop bigger than a house. Moomie said some horse-of-a-dog must have come by. Me’s don’t know what a horse-of-a-dog is but if Levi ever sees one me’s is running in the opposite direction. Could this be a picture of a horse-of-a-dog? ©

Dog Goes Up Against Momma Squirrel!

My human has been telling me since me was a little pup not to mess with squirrels. Today she got an email with proof of what she's been saying all along. But it seems to me if that darn baby squirrel had stayed in his nest where he belonged that poor black dog in the photos wouldn't have been abused by its mother like that! Darn squirrels!

Levi, The Rabbit Police Dog

Me was on bunny patrol again this morning because Levi knows how important it is to alert the neighborhood when one of those furry beasts hops through our yard. From the tracks in the snow, it looked like a giant rabbit came through last night. Most mornings me’s goes out and looks between the slats of the fence, trying to memorize where their tracks lead. Come summer time it will be valuable information for when Moomie takes me out of my fenced area and puts me on a 100 foot clothes line so me can run free---well, almost free. Those bunnies drop treats that me likes to eat and for some reason that upsets Moomie. What’s the problem? They lost them, me’s found them. Case closed. Is Levi supposed to leave them there to rot in the grass?

Moomie is no fun! She doesn't let me go in the woods on the other side of the yard anymore after me’s supposedly brought her something called poison ivy. Levi doesn’t think me’s did that. Me’s don’t remember picking up anything but sticks, but you know humans, sometimes there’s no arguing with them. They ALWAYS think they know EVERYTHING!

One thing she does know about is the rabbit that is determined to drive me nuts. Moomie thinks Miss. Prissy is cute and she even took pictures of the creature as she nestled down under the pine tree just eight feet on the other side of my fence. No matter how much me barked at her that rabbit was too stupid to move! “Move it! Move it!” Levi would bark at her and she’d just point that stupid nose at me, wiggles those big ears and start grooming herself right there in the pine needles. This went on for a week before Moomie got out her can of pennies in an effort to make me quit barking at Miss. Prissy. Me’s toned my bark down to a whine but the penny can didn’t stop Miss. Prissy from coming back time after time. But all she EVER did was bathe and sleep. Bathe and sleep.

Moomie says next summer Miss. Prissy might bring us a litter of babies. She seems happy about that. Don’t human mommies know how hard that would be for a rabbit police dog, like me, to keep track of baby bunnies going every which way? Let Levi tell you, that Miss. Prissy is a sadistic bitch to make her summer home so close to my domain. If she comes back with babies next spring, it will drive me nuts and Moomie will be an accessory to that crime for making that stupid rabbit feel so welcome. Moomie should have opened the gate and let me run that rabbit until it expired from exhaustion!©
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Happy Birthday to Me!

Happy birthday to me
Happy birthday to me
Happpy birrrrthday dear Levi
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Me is two years old today and nobody cares. My friend was suppose to come over for a party but his pawrents got sick so they wouldn't let him come alone. My moomie didn't even give me a present and me's been SUCH a good boy! Me is all alone here at the computer and Levi thinking about running away from home.

Me hasn't written in my blog for a very looooonnnnng time. Moomie got a new knee in August and the hospital gave her an infection for free. But it made her sick for a very loooonnnnng time and she wouldn't let me type without supervision---like me even knows how to spell the bad words! Where does she get such silly ideas? Anyway, she's better now and promises me can start blogging again when she gets home. Don't anyone tell her Levi started without her.

Levi the schnauzer

Living With Old People

Well, finally, my moomie let me on the computer! It's been ages---longer than ages in a dog's life. She says Levi---that's me in case everyone has forgotten cute little schnauzer me---is a deprived young dog because me has to live with old people. It isn't fair, she says, that no one younger adopted me before my price was reduced to an old person's budget. It isn't fair, she says, that two weeks ago Moomie had to have her leg sawed apart and a new knee joint glued into place and that me had to stay home with Daady and a paid caregiver, Gary. Me really, really wanted to go to the hospiddle with her. Me could have protected her from the bad nurse who was mean to Moomie. Gary was nice to me but he didn't walk me even one time while she was gone. He didn't even take me out to the back yard to run on my 100 foot clothes line, and he didn't speak the same language as Levi. It took me almost four days to figure out that when he said, "Let's go potty" that he was really saying, "Outside, Levi." Humans who baby sit wheelchair bound daady's and schnauzers should learn our language! Even daady couldn't understand half the things Gary wanted him to do.

The first day when Moomie came home from the hospiddle me tried to take that big bandage off her leg. Well, someone had to inspect the damage and see what smelled so strange underneath. After that Moomie kept that walker thing in front of her at all times and that really hurt me feelings. Me was only trying to help! Then at 8:30 me begged to go out to the back yard on my clothes line like we used to do every night, but she wouldn't take me. So, me pooped on the floor and that made Moomie feel so bad! But me was in no mood to use my fenced dog yard after all me went through with Gary. The next night at 8:30 me begged again, but again she wouldn't take me to the back yard. This time she cried and called my cousin Ted to come over for a play date. Ted's parents took me to the back yard. Oh, Levi was so happy. Moomie says to "hang in there" and that in a few weeks she'll take me to places me has never been before…far, far away from our yard. If she keeps her promise, maybe me will find some of my cyber buddies out there? In the meantime me have to be patient. Sigh. ©

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My One Year Anniversary at The Rainbow Bridge

Can you believe it, it's been a year since I left earth to come to the Rainbow Bridge. We don't mark our existence up here by the calendar but today I happened to check up on my mom, dad, and baby brother and I found Mom working on my grave site. That's what reminded me of how long it's been. She was cementing the marker down on top of a couple of patio stones and adding polished river stones and broken china to decorate around it. It looks pretty and it made me feel good to know I'm still in her heart.

I'm finally a full-fledged angel-dog. Little did I know when I first got here that you start out with a little pair of training wings and if you want a "full-feathered" set you have to earn it feather by feather. I do look majestic, now, if I do say so myself. Not that most angel-dogs are vain about their looks. They're not. I was always a "preener" by nature and most earthly characteristics stick with you up here, especially the quirky character tics that make you you.

Little Levi who Mom and Dad adopted the day after I passed over to the Rainbow Bridge is doing well except he still squats like a little girl which amuses me to no end. Dad always said I probably lifted my leg a minute after I came out of my mother's womb.

Being a poodle, I used to think poodles were the best groomed in the world but watching my schnauzer brother grow up has given me a new appreciation for and definition of dogging beauty. He takes my breath away, he's so cute and Mom loves to run her hands over the soft texture of his hair. She calls him her stress reduction machine. That long beard of his comes in handy, too. He hides bark in his mouth when he's outside and brings it inside. Mom always has a pile of confiscated bark sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to go back out.

Speaking of stress, there's been a lot of it the family house for Levi to help Mom overcome. All the bankruptcy talk in the news about the company my Dad gets his pension and health insurance from is causing it. She even started selling stuff on e-Bay to help build up a nest egg should that happen. It takes up a of time and she doesn't like doing but she's the kind of person who has to do something when trouble is on the horizon.

Anyway, Levi is the perfect puppy for Mom and Dad and he came into their lives at the perfect time. I see that all now. In my sixteen years on earth I caused a lot of stress with my stubbornness and need for early intervention with an animal behaviorist. Mom and Dad were up for the job back in those days but now that they are older they deserve and need an 'easy' dog like Levi. He's a sweetheart with a sweet heart.

Cooper from The Bridge

P.S. Wasn't I a cute baby. That's me in the first photo above, when I was 4 months old. The second photo is one of Levi taken a few days ago.

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Pee High, Pee Often

Mom's been busy day dreaming over house plans and hasn't taken the time to help Levi get on the computer. She gets like that sometimes---drawing blueprints has been a life-long hobby of hers. Anyway, since Mom wasn't keeping in touch, I decided to take a break from my angel duties up here at the Rainbow Bridge to keep the blog from drifting off into oblivion.

Actually, what drew my thoughts back to earth was my older brother Jason. I caught him peering down through the magic water at Mom and he was tail-wagging happy, laughing so loud a group of dogs had gathered at his side. I asked him what was so funny and he pointed down at a photo Mom had found in a box of stuff that had been in a closet for the past six years.

Jason went on to tell about how Dad was never without his 35mm camera with a long, telescopic lens back in his younger years and Dad would drive Mom crazy because he took a zillion photos of Jason leaving pee mail all over the world. They'd go on vacation and half the photos he'd come home with would be of Jason peeing on things like: "You are Entering the State of Wyoming" signs, or a tire on the biggest front end loader in the world, or a tin can in the desert.

Dad's favorite "pee mail" shot of my big brother is the one below and Mom had been looking for it for a long time. So she was happy when it turned up in the closet with a bunch of other framed photos that never got unpacked when they moved in .


I liked seeing Jason in this photo. Up here at the bridge he's a Mr. Perfect, do-good Angel Dog and it was fun to see him acting all macho in the real world. Who would have guessed he and Dad were so obsessed with pee shots? But I seriously hope Mom shows this photo to Levi. He's a year old and I'm worried about him still peeing like a little girl! That can't be normal.

Cooper

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Another Pet Food Recall

Moomie wanted me to pass the word about the peanut butter recall extending to pet products now. Click here to read all about it. Be careful, everyone!

Levi

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