Stick hunting / Remembrance Day

November 11 /08

On Remembrance Day we honour our war heroes - the men and women who valiantly served and sacrificed so that we could live in peace. We also hope that all men and women now serving overseas will return safely and soon.

And let us not forget the dogs of combat who have accompanied our soldiers on peacekeeping missions and in the trenches - sniffing out traps, mines and weapons caches, carrying the wounded to safety, and lifting the tired spirits of our troops.

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They are also our heroes of war.

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In previous wars, military dogs were often killed at the end of their working lives. Thankfully, today, many of them return home with their companions or are adopted by police departments or the families of soldiers killed in action.

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November 10 /08

It was one of those weekends that was mostly cold and dreary so everyone at our house was snuggled in watching TV or reading. Papa and Daniel were glued to the Eskimos/Bluebombers game on Saturday and the Jets/Rams game on Sunday. Mama never sets foot in the den when football is on because of all the silly testosterone or something going on in the room. So she was cooking and hibernating in the livingroom with her nose in a book all weekend. And me? I did a lot of napping. On Sunday I got the sudden urge to go hunting for a stick. I couldn't have picked a worse time, what with everyone being so lazy.

Could someone please take me out to hunt for a stick?

No one budged ... Fine.

It sure didn't look like I was going stick hunting. I was lucky to even get my regular walks. No one wanted to go outside. Not for anything. Not even for me! All three of them started bargaining about who's going to take me out next. "It's your turn" ... "No, it's your turn." They even played Rock, Paper, Scissors! Geez, my bladder could have burst waiting for one of them to hoist themselves off the couch and take me out!


Please take me out! I really have to go. See?

I was exaggerating, of course, but I had to do something to shake them out of their stupor. Mama caved in and took me to the park near our house.
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So here we are walking to the park. Did you ever see so many fallen leaves? It was a typical miserable November day in Canada. I so needed a good crunchy stick to cheer me up.

Well I never did get that stick home because it kept breaking into little pieces. Ít's just as well. Mama's talking about weaning me off my stick addicition since reading that splinters and wierd organisms can cause problems in a dog's gut. I can't imagine something that's so much fun causing such terrible problems, can you? Oh well. I can carry them around and keep building my stick pile. I just can't chew on them anymore. No problem. They make me cough anyway and once I hurt my tooth. Did you see my Remembrance Day poppy on my collar?

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Anyway, when I got home, I played with my new rabbit squeaky who I'll introduce you to another time. Then I had the best Angus beef/kibble dinner and leftover liver and broccoli. I got to lick the yogurt bowls and then I had two organic cookies. I went for another walk and went down for the night.

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All's well that ends well, right? So I guess this weekend was pretty good afterall. I hope yours was too. Have a great week.