O Cappy of the Bovine Eyes

We said goodbye to a special friend yesterday. Our wonderful Cappy, aka Casper, was overcome by her battle with cancer. She was sweet and gentle and reminded us so much of Buko. We taught her the joys of tripe and duck, and she shared her (human's) basketballs. We love you, Cappy, rest in peace.

A River Runs Through It

Okay, it's not really a river, more like a creek. But it does make that awesome rushing-water sound that's adventurous and peaceful at the same time. More important, we can still splash around and get really wet!

The creek borders our property on two sides and isn't fenced off, so we can't just go run and romp whenever we want. Apparently, only the dogs with a "reliable recall" (whatever that means) get to go play. Yeah, whatevs. Anyway, this is where we live now. We're thinking we'll keep it. :)

Besides the cool water feature, we're honored to live right next to a farm sanctuary (they have... SHEEP!!). The veterinarian that owns it has saved lots of animals, and we get to watch them all the time from our house and yard.

But the best thing about our new place is all the excellent spaces to run and play.

(Hey! How come this post is so shep-centric?!)

Check out this pretty girl--they call her "Angel, too" at the vet clinic (we do miss our Angel, too). We just call her Angel (sometimes also "whackadoodle" or "peepee pants"). Doesn't she look like sistah Narra? She got that crazy drive like her, too!

Ah, and, yes, we'd like to introduce you to Wet and Dirty! :) Haha, that's just how we roll (literally)!

Speaking of, did we mention that the neighbors are real pigs?!

Okay, okay. Gosh, let us divert your attention away from bacon... Quick, check out some water action, here you go...

Happy New Year!

Looking for fun and excitement in 2012 and beyond--at our new property! :) (More to come...)

Stormy weather

The nor'easter came and went quickly, just a big wallop. A fleeting blanket of white, then it was gone. And with it, brother Stormy. Through snow, sleet, and dusk, Stormy hopped up into the car, with a bag of food, treats, and new leash, and slipped off to his forever home.

We miss you, big cry baby. Be well, be loved, and have a great life!

As for the rest of us, some whiteness still remains...

Happy Birthday, Buko!

Triscadecaphobia!

Be afraid, be VERY afraid! Look who's coming... it's THOR!

We used to know him as little Ricky, but he's a big, bruisin' Marvel superhero now! Thankfully, he did not bring his hammer because he's too big as it is, and he keeps bumping into stuff--like us!The blond god's not here to stay, though, just stopping through again on his journey of life. This time, he's had a bit of bad luck. His adopter, you see, recently went through a buncha personal setbacks (lotta that goin around). He called us because he said he needed to find Thor a new home--and he was really sad about it. The guy's moving (just left, actually) for the West coast and couldn't afford to take Thor with him. Literally. He could not afford to transport him cross country. :( Wait, we thought, maybe a rescue transport would be willing to help get Thor to his new home... SO, if any rescue transporters see this, we need HELP!
In the meantime, all's good here. Who said 13 is an unlucky number?! In fact, we might be trading one white dog for another. Don't wanna jinx anything, but Stormy will be visiting a prospective adopter next week. If all works out, he'll have a very special nine-year old girl to call his own. It's only fitting since Stormy is so sweet and special himself. Sniff.
Happy Fall, everyone! We're just approaching peak foliage here--and we're always at peak fun! Wishing you the same!

We are Legend

Did you really forget what we look like? Well, we have been gone for a long time. In case you need a cheat sheet now, here it is! Actually, we made this for our new dogsitter. We hope she can learn all our names!

Dirty Dozen

Interlopers! Who are these guys?! (Yeah, no, not us, hope no one forgot what we look like!) Sheesh, you leave your blog for a month or three, and some crazy mutts butt in and take over!Truth be told, these guys aren't just taking over the blog--they've moved into the house! Golden boy is Sammy and li'l miss is Angel, named after our very own. :) They're rooming with girl friend Frances Jean--no relation to Ethel Jean --picture forthcoming.

The trio, plus brother JoJo, comprise our dog sanctuary Free to Be Dog Haven. The sanctuary isn't supposed to actually be up and running until we move to our farm (more on that in a later post), but "someone" has been impatient, as usual. Long story short: we got a full house. More like bursting at the seams--and let us tell you, cheaper by the dozen it ain't. The more the merrier, right?Anyway, we're all here, one big, merry bunch. But this is no permanent deal, okay? Sammy, Frances, and Angel need their forever homes! If anyone is interested, they can contact us through our website or go through the Delaware SPCA, where all these guys are from.

And don't forget brother Stormy(not pictured here)--he's available, too! Through Echo Dogs White Shepherd Rescue!

If you'd like to see Sammy and Angel in action, you can view a video here.

How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm?, part 2

Look where we went!Little Theo got to navigate up to the Finger Lakes to check out this awesome farm for sale. We've been so jealous of Tucker's farm that we want one of our own! Whaddya think? There's crazy cold, snowy winters up there in New York, but we would have so much land to run around on. And summer on those acres would be amazing... Sigh. There's even a pond and creek and some woods. Lotsa playin to be had!Not only that, but we'd get us some SHEEPS! :) Yeah, not like these guys in the pics--we'd have cute, fuzzy ones. (But we'd kinda be okay if some of the goats wanna stay...)
We'd have our own little Beekman Mansion, though it wouldn't be a mansion. And we would need a Farmer John! Not only that, we'd finally be able to have all these foreign dogs move out of the house and have a house of their own. Theo doesn't like sharing!Besides, communing with nature is more our style. We're not into rushing, you know. :) Most important, Narra sure looks good in the country! (Actually, she looks good everywhere!)

How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm?

Ah, we love seeing little Tucker's cute face! Three weeks ago today, we took our little bro all the way down state for a trial run at a new forever home. Tucker and his new peeps had some issues, but we set scaredy boy straight, and all seems okay now--we're gonna call it a GO! Actually, don't call it a forever home--it's a forever FARM! Our boy done good: he's living on a 15-acre farm with a new border collie/lab bro! (And cats!) Most important, his new family loves him lots. They better love him as much as we do!
We miss you, baby bro--but we're happy for you. Have a wonderful, happy life!!

Wordless Wednesday

Scored the Ten Spot!

Just when nine started to feel normal, we find ourselves back at TEN! (And if Uncle Kidlat visits, we'll be 11 again!) Sigh. Good and bad, we suppose. Narra's new admirer is JoJo, a 7-year old DE SPCA parolee with a penchant for cranky behavior.

You can hardly blame him, though. His family lost their home due to the economy, and, after that, the family broke up. The only home JoJo ever knew was gone. When he ended up at the shelter, JoJo had a really hard time: it was so loud and busy, and with no one to pay special attention to him. JoJo missed his house, his couch, and his kids. In his confusion and anxiety, he's had a particularly hard time trusting new people. He feels alone and is always guarded. We thought he'd be okay when he went to his first foster home, but it wasn't his home, and JoJo took out some of his frustration on his foster dad. :(So JoJo ended up at the shelter again, and his health declined even worse. Not to mention his morale. The shelter did everything they could to find the right place where JoJo could recuperate and start anew, but no help could be found. JoJo's time at the shelter had run out.So, apparently, somewhere in our "papers," we must have an extended moniker that includes the name St. Jude--because someone has mistaken us as a savior for hopeless cases! Well... where else was JoJo gonna go?? Anyway, we'll make the most of it and help as best we can. And we hope that some day the right home will come along for JoJo, and he can leave his past behind him and be happy again.

In the meantime, at least he's easy on the eyes. But make no mistake, we're not sharing any bacon.

Historic!

These have been some trying times... You might've guessed as much from our blogging absence (but then again, who'd miss our inconsistent bloggin?). First, we suffered a major loss: our trusty ride--those special wheels that took us on innumerable adventures--finally succumbed after 222K miles. RIP, baby. But we got a new ride! It's sweet! A younger, peppy-er version of our dearest, not a replacement, just new (er, used)--welcome to the fold!

Anyway, we finally got to take it out! Um, not all of us, just the anointed ones, Narra and Tuchuck. Destination: Valley Forge National Historic Park, old stomping grounds of brothers Tsamba and Buko--and baby Narra, back in the day.Speaking of old stomping grounds, we thought Valley Forge was an ideal spot for us to march in solidarity with our homeys back in Wisconsin! They've got quite a battle on their hands, and they're fighting for history! Not to mention collective bargaining rights and workers' rights, in general. We won't even get into corporate greed, public services, etc. Oh, humans, why are you like this?? On Wisconsin! In the name of "Fighting Bob" Lafolette!

On a more pleasant note, doesn't Tuchuck look like our buddy Norwood in this (blurry) picture?!Sure felt great to be out there again, for sure. But, next time, can we all go? And can we get rid of those damn leashes? We promise not to chase the deer--promise!