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“Jasmine” – the Just-Right Name

Jasmine symbolizes life, love, happiness, nobility, grace and elegance.

Over 14 years ago, a small Sheltie charmed her way into a new pack. Names were discussed in a collaborative effort to find a suitable moniker for this personable and peppy new pup.

En route to Jasmine’s new home, her pack tried on many perfectly good names for size. Everyone liked the name “Jasmine.” Even then, before anyone really knew her, it seemed to fit.

After all these years, it’s nice to know that – in addition to her Disney princess namesake – the name Jasmine is derived from the Persian yasmin, which means “gift from God.”

Portraits of a Dog’s Life

Jasmine’s arrival may or may not have been providential. Many have noted that coincidences are God’s way of remaining anonymous. She was, in many ways, a gift. Her life was preceded and concluded by two similar and timely gifts from relatives in her human pack who’d never met. Read the rest of this entry »

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Jazz & Spunky’s Birthday Party Plans

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While the humans were away, Spunky and Jazz dreamed up their own birthday party. Neither knows the actual dates of their birthdays, so they agreed to share a day and invite their favorite four-legged friends.

So far, this party only exists in the minds of the dogs. But one day, when they’re home alone, they’re really going to throw the ultimate canine cabal.

This is how they imagine it will be. But they’re still working (like dogs) on it.

Here’s what they have so far:

Shopping List

Candles (for chewing, not lighting)
Cake (at dog’s-eye level, not too high, e.g. countertop = too high)
Frosty Paws frozen treats (no need to worry about melting – we’ll consume them all before that’s even a remote possibility)
Doggie biscuits
Gravy (jars will do – real dogs don’t cook and frankly we’re not all that discriminating) Read the rest of this entry »

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Mornings at Jazz & Spunky’s House

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“Good morning!” – Spunky

It happens every day.

“Dad” wakes up first. Very early. When it’s still dark. The dogs know that he’s typically the first one up. They’re usually waiting for him. At the top of the stairs. Because they know that – before he wakes up Mr. Coffee who then helps wake him up – he’ll walk to the top of the stairway that leads to the lower level, which leads to the rec room, which leads to the sliding glass door, which leads to The Great Outdoors. Read the rest of this entry »

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Snuggies … for dogs?!

Snuggies for doggiesAS SEEN ON TV

It was only a matter of time. Snuggie – a staple in the ultimate couch-potato’s closet – is now available in canine styles and sizes.

The product in the photo is apparently designed for dogs who can work the remote, read, fetch a credit card, intercept the mail carrier (torn pant leg optional), and chew open the package once they drag it through the doggie door.

How do I know this? Because the packaging copy is written directly to the dog:

“Keeps you warm and your paws free!”

The latter part is especially important to avoid that awkward stumbling off the couch when the phone rings, the smoke alarm goes off or someone says, “bacon!” Read the rest of this entry »

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There’s a new pup in town

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Shhh … He doesn’t know he’s cute.

Move over, Mr. Postman. Jasmine and Spunky have a new nemesis … better known as Simba, the tiny Pomeranian pup.

He’s cute. He’s feisty. He’s fun. A triple threat.

Even when surrounded by a noisy, unpredictable crowd of towering adult strangers, the guy really knows how to work a room. Definitely an Alpha-Male, despite some people’s tendency to pick him up against his will, cuddle him mercilessly, or occasionally dress him in cute sweaters or seasonal costumes.

When a dog is that little and that adorable, such behaviors are hard to resist. (See Exhibit A: Santa-Claws photo.) If you had a waist that tiny, you’d wear a cinched belt, too. Just don’t tell him it could threaten his aggressive campaign for permanent head-of-household status.

So the little dog that’s named after a lion, looks like a fox, dances like a butterfly and bites like a bee (pant legs, ankles, sleeves and chew toys, that is) … is not giving up the fight and is causing some serious dog-relative rivalry in the step-pack.

But they’ll work it out. Jasmine and Spunky are still Queen and King bees in their respective circles, each with unique and endearing traits. Jasmine is still sweet, Spunky is still, well spunky, and Simba is the little lion that has to roar to be heard.

We’re listening, Simba. Welcome to the pack.

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A Dog’s New Year’s Resolutions – by Jasmine

These practical resolutions – ghost-written by a spoiled Sheltie several years ago – are worth revisiting this new year …

I’ve noticed that humans like to look back on the past year and look forward to the year ahead. People think dogs are all about the present. But humans don’t have a corner on goal-setting. Here, for example, are my goals for the new year:

Refine begging skills. Sad eyes. Droopy ears. Heavy tail. Remember the time Spunky ate my favorite chew toy. Method acting at its best. I really miss that toy.

Convince my owners that choking is overrated. Yes, I know the bones are small. Just hand over the turkey carcass and nobody gets hurt.

“Roll-over” is for Pillsbury, not pups. I want that apple-stuffed, cinnamon-frosted turnover and I want it NOW. No tricks, just treats. Read the rest of this entry »

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Doggie math: 12 is the new 72 minus NOW plus a zillion

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Time flies when you’re having fun.

When those big “zero-birthdays” come along, people are sometimes inclined to say things like: “30 is the new 20,” “50 is the new 30,” or “100 is the new 80.” These sentiments may diffuse, but not altogether diminish, life’s reality-checks.

Many people in their senior years say that – despite their advanced age – they don’t feel all that different from their younger years. Deep down inside, some think that growing old is what happens to other people.

As fast as time flies, it flies even faster when measured in “doggie years.” Unfortunately, “doggie years” go faster because there are fewer of them.

According to DogYears.com, it’s not exactly a 7:1 ratio when comparing dog years to human years. For dogs, generally speaking, 11 months is the new teenager, 6 is the new 42, and 12 is the new 72.

But if you love dogs, any way you crunch the numbers they come up far too short. As time goes by, Jazz and Spunky aren’t quite so Jazzy or Spunky.

Spunky has put on just a little weight and is just a little bit more subdued. Jasmine is heavier, too, walks with a limp and is slowed by an arthritic gait.

But both still have enough energy to do laps around the swimming pool’s border while silly humans jump in and act – from a conscientious guard dog’s perspective – exactly as though they’re drowning.

Last Sunday, after an afternoon of life-guarding and lap-running, both dogs crashed safely behind a cabinet where they could still hear what their humans were up to while catching a few winks.

After a good nap they were refreshed and ready to rejoin the pack. All in all, they’re still healthy, happy and in possession of plenty of busy doggie-years to come.

If it’s not the years in your life but the life in your years that counts, then these two have it made.

And, unlike certain humans, they live in the present-moment, blessed with the uncannily canine ability to ignore annoying little details like numbers.

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