Levi and the Snow Machine

Me's got up this morning
and found the most beautiful white stuff
all over the deck.
Moomie called it snow and she moved a lot of it out of the way
so I could go down to my yard to pee.

My yard was so full of snow my four foot fence was only was only 18 inches high.



Me's decided to dig my way to the fence so I could stick my head out between the slats to see what was going on in the street. Moomie said cars were stuck all over the place.


This is me still trying.....trying, trying to dig.



Me had to give up so Moomie could take this silly picture. But Levi did get the eve trove pipe uncovered. That's important.


This is me back on the deck taking a break and watching Moomie shovel my dog yard.



This is what it looked like when she got through. Me's don't know why she did that. Me's was planning to eat it all up when me got finished playing in it. Snow tastes DDDDDDDDDelicious!



This is Moomie trying to take a picture of herself. She's laughing. Me's don't know why.



Me had snow in my beard for a long time after we came back in the house.

Levi LOVES snow!

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Gold Stars for Good Puppies

Anyone there? Levi has some news. Me's got a new gold star on my 'Good Boy' chart. Well, me don't really HAVE a chart but Moomie pretends that Levi does and she just added a shiny pretend star for OUTSTANDING big boy behavior!

Every since Levi came to live with Moomie and Daady me's been practicing, practicing, practicing like a fire drill in case Daady would fall on the floor. He can't walk, you know. Me didn't really know what that meant to "fall on the floor" but me figured it must hurt like when me rolls off the couch by accident. Anyway, we kept drilling for me to sit-stay out of the 'fall zone' every time Daady transfers in or out of his wheelchair.

Yesterday it happened. Daady fell while trying to sit on his shower bench. It happened so fast! He hit his head and was moaning and acting kind of scary. Moomie was acting all scary, too, checking for blood and trying to pull Daady by the feet so his head could get away from the shower wall. Then she put a pillow under his head and made a telephone call. All this time me was the perfect little schnauzer, still sit-staying out of the fall zone which is right along side of the wheelchair, real close-like to the brake lever should you ever have to learn to do it.

Finally, Moomie scooped me up and put me in the kitchen behind the baby gate. Me's didn't even let out a peep then or when a noisy truck roared up to the house and two guys came inside. Five minutes later two MORE guys came in. Me could hear them all asking Moomie and Daady questions. Daady can't talk much---just one word at a time---but when he said, "Gas" Moomie said, "He fine now. When he starts giving tours of the artwork, he's fine." (The bathroom is decorated with photos of old gas pumps that Daady used to collection.)

Then at night another bad thing happened. The lights went out and they stayed out for four hours. It was getting really cold in the house, too, and me didn't even fight Moomie when she put a winter coat on me. Daady didn't fight when she made him go to bed early either. Poor Moomie. She had quite a time getting Daady out of his electric La-Z-Boy in the dark. She was holding a flashlight in her mouth trying to put the back-up batteries in a thingie. Earlier she had hooked my flashing light on my collar and a clip-on light on Daady's shirt until she got us both where she wanted us to stay until the lights came back on. Moomie said to pretend we're all camping. Me doesn't know what camping is but me's don't think Levi would like it. Anyway, me's got another gold star but it was kind of dumb to get that second one just for not getting lost in the dark. Moomie doesn't seem to know that we doggies can see in the dark. ©

Smell ya later,

Love Levi

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Christmas Time at the Bridge

The holiday season up here at the Rainbow Bridge is a busy and happy time. There are parties and bark-alongs and lots of speculating on what our humans are giving each other for Christmas. We've even got a good natured pool going. We're trying to see which of us angel dogs can guess the most gifts correctly. No way can I win the pool because there is just my mom, dad and Levi to exchange gifts in my family but Dad and Levi can't go shopping so that just leaves Mom to buy two gifts.

The Christmas gift pool has made the lines up here at the magic water extra long. The magic water, you'll remember, is under the bridge and it allows us to view our humans down on earth. But even waiting in the lines is fun because we all exchange stories about our holiday times on earth when our humans would dress us up in reindeer antlers or velvet bow ties and other silly things like the blinking, light-up collar I had for many years. We'd also swap stories about the trees that accidentally got peed on and the gifts that got ripped open.

One day after waiting in line I finally I got my time at the magic water and I could see a red Christmas fabric neck scarf for Levi sitting on the dining room table and an unopened U.P.S. box sitting by the front door as Mom and Dad came back from the grocery store.

"I think Cooper's Christmas present came!" Mom told dad.

A gift for me? I thought. What on earth could they get for me? I've been dead for ten months now.

I couldn't wait to tell the other angel dogs what my quirky Mom was up to. I couldn't wait myself to see what she was up to! But imagine my out right shock when she opened the box and revealed a custom make grave marker. No more magic marker on a patio stone for me! I'm getting a REAL memorial marker and if Levi pees on this one like he does on the homemade marker the little bugger is going to feel my wings fluttering my anger in his face. ©


P.S. The photo above was taken of me about six years ago. Mom found it on an old roll of film she just had developed. The memorial marker came from www.harrietcarter.com

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Pies and Pretty Things

Does anyone know where me's can find a Grievance Committee to hear my complaint? My Moomie---who me's don't like very much at this moment---has been calling me 'pie face' for a long time. Me's thought it was a nice nickname until today when she brought this pie home from the bakery---it's the first one me's ever seen. You tell me, how could ANY human think me looks like a pie! Do you see any resemblance?





Not only that, me just learned that Levi is famous and me's picture is hanging in an art gallery. Do you think they would do that if me was as homely as that brown pie thingie above? No, they wouldn't. Me's is cute and that pie looks like mud!




And my friend, Mona, just sent me this award. Isn't it pretty? Moomie made me promise not to eat that butterfly. Well, that's no fun---me's a boy, you know. So Levi is going to pass the award on to Lacie. She won't try to eat it. But the point is no one would sent me an award like this if I looked like a dish of mud!



Someone needs to make my moomie quit maligning me with that 'pie' talk. Levi just learned that word especially so I can file a complaint. 'Maligning' means "to say something misleading, false; to misrepresent someone giving them a bad name." That's exactly why Moomie has to stop calling me pie face! She will ruin my reputation as a pretty boy. She does smother me with kisses when she calls me that so maybe she's just getting that old people's thing---senility---and she forgot how ugly pies look? Oh, me's getting confused. What should Levi do? Help!

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Did You Get My Pee Mail?

Anyone there? Levi here. Me is having a strange week. It started out good. On Monday Moomie and me left Daady sleeping in his La-Z-Boy and we went to the place that gives money to Moomie and bones to me. Then we went to Starbucks where me's got a cup of cream and Moomie got a caramel macchiato. Levi even got to check for pee mail and leave a few at the river park on the way home.

Tuesday Moomie was glued to the TV and the computer. She was watching something called 'hearings' and she told Daady if they don't turn out good for GM we'll have to live in the car. Levi doesn't see how we can do that! Me's don't understand why Moomie can't just go back to the bank and get more money if GM stops giving it to us. Life is really hard to understand. Last night Moomie woke up in the night a lot, walking the floors and disturbing my sleep. She is spooky when she gets like that.

Today Moomie and Daady had to go someplace to get a thingie fixed on the Blazer---a lift for Daady's rolling chair. While they were gone they put me in charge of guarding the entire house. Usually they only assign me the kitchen and laundry room to watch. So Levi was proud of my expanded duties.

When they got home, Moomie took me for a walk in my new jacket. When we got back to the house, Moomie said that jacket must have been made for a girl and was a waste of money. Me's had peed inside it. Levi wanted to tell her that me's did that on purpose so no one could follow me around. You can't be too careful when you've just been promoted to head of security. But she wasn't listening. She went right back to ignoring me and glued herself to the TV again.

Love, Levi

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