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Family Springing Up

Elizabeth and I were out for a walk the other day, and she thought you’d enjoy seeing a bit of my Model Pyrenees Mountain Range for 2014. I’m very proud of Rob the Snowman’s efforts this year. He’s had some extreme challenges in finding a place for all the fluffy white stuff that has fallen to obstruct our small gravel path this winter. He’s had to pile it higher and higher and higher, then he’s had to start another pile in front of the first because the blade on his big growly machine only can lift so high. I have about three ranges of mountains this year, all about 1.8m or 6 ft. tall. I like to sit on top of them and bark at the squirrels, who have become very active lately.

I am a Mountain Dog, I am, I am, I am!

I am a Mountain Dog, I am, I am, I am!

Elizabeth was on the Internet shortly after we took the above photo to show you how impressive my model mountains were. And she saw a photo. “Look at this, Stella!” she said. And there was a Great Pyrenees, a Great Newfenees like me, and a Black Labrador Retriever on their very own mountain range. And it was much bigger than mine! I had a good look at the photos so I could instruct Rob the Snowman next year. I can’t have other dogs beating me at my own game, now. Really!

I was so worked up that I almost didn’t hear what Elizabeth said next. “Do you know who that is, Stella?” Well, how on earth could I. She was pointing at the middle dog, a Great Newfenees like me. “That’s your younger brother, Thunder!”

Maia (top) and my little brother Thunder playing on their Model Mountain Range.

Maia (top) and my little brother Thunder playing on their Model Mountain Range. {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

What! I have a younger brother who loves to play on his own model mountain range, too? Wow! And his two-legger says that he and his friends Maia the Gt. Pyr and Lily the Lab like to monitor the neighbourhood Coyote Clan from their perches, just like I keep an eye on the Wily Wolf Gang! It turns out he doesn’t live too far away, and that maybe one day we can go and visit him and his friends. I’d really like that…

Thunder's range is over 2m (8-10 ft) high in places! And look at how long it is. *Sigh*

Thunder’s range is over 2m (8-10 ft) high in places! And look at how long it is. *Sigh* {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

Elizabeth and Thunder’s two-legger have been talking. She had one of my same-litter brothers, Magnum. Sadly, Magnum was born without a working esophagus, and he went over the Rainbow Bridge when he was just a few months old. His two-leggers were very sad about this; they loved him very much. They took lots of pictures of him during his short life with them and said I could show you one of him. I think we looked a lot alike, don’t you?

Magnum with his older pals, Maia and Lily. Magnum looks like he's really happy despite his problems.

Magnum with his older pals, Maia and Becca. Magnum looks like he’s really happy despite his problems. {Photo courtesy Verna Funk Verrier}

When Magnum was gone, they missed him so much that they got another puppy from the next litter my mom and dad had. Thunder, we are happy to tell you, is thriving!

And do you remember Dakota? She’s my older sister in Winnipeg. She’s decided she doesn’t like winter that much this year. Her two-legger says it has been so cold that she’s had to stay inside a lot, and as a result, she’s become a real city dog! Her two-leggers keep in touch with Elizabeth, and they showed her a photo of Dakota taken yesterday. Dakota and her two-leggers are so grateful for the over two years of care Dakota received from the Manitoba Great Pyrenees Rescue that they are working hard with MGPR to help other dogs without homes find people who will love them forever.

Here's Dokota, working with a puppy from MGPR. She really likes playing with the puppies...

Here’s Dakota, working with a puppy Trixie (click the link above if you’d like to adopt her) from MGPR. She really likes playing with the puppies… {photo courtesy Jarek Paul Nowak}

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A Good Friend in a Tight Place…

As most of you know, I love the company of other dogs. And sadly, my doggie pals are only here weekends and then only in the summer. Except for Siggy. But he lives on the island, and we can only bark to each other across the water.  -:o(=

There’s only one thing I can imagine that would be worse than having no doggie friends. That would be living with all of them in a shelter. We would be able to see each other, hear and smell each other… but in separate enclosures, we couldn’t play together, cuddle or chase each other. TORTURE!

But here’s a story Elizabeth’s friend just posted on Facebook. This is my kind of Fairy Tail!

Anaplasma Blues II

A couple of weeks ago I went to see Dr. Celia. I wasn’t sick or anything. In fact, I was kind of surprised to find ourselves at the vets’ place. I felt just fine, thank you!

I was ushered into the metal platform room, and I went directly to it and sat, just like I’m supposed to. “Good girl, Stella,” said the vets’ assistant. I turned my head and looked at her. I’m always good at the vets’.

“112.7 pounds.”

Well. That’s a bit disgruntling. I was 108 last time I was in.  ~:o/=

Dr. Celia came in armed with a bunch of little bottles and stingy pricking things. She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a friendly tussle. “What a beautiful coat!”

I glowed inside. I think I have a lovely growth of wool, too, and it means so much to me when people notice….

“But you’re feeling a little bit fatty here, Stella.”

Kay would say that’s just like a cow to give a good pail of milk and then stick her foot in it.

I got all my shots up to date. That was it. No other poking and prodding, no glass tubes stuck into unmentionable places, no lights shone into my ears, no prying my jaws open ’til they felt about to unhinge…. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Stella healthy before,” Dr. Celia continued. “It’s so nice to see you when you’re not sick, Stella!”

Elizabeth says Dr. Celia must’ve jinxed me.

Thursday morning, when Elizabeth let me out of my run, she found my giant cheese and bacon flavoured cookie from the night before lying on the floor outside my house. I’d tried a couple of times to eat it. I LOVE my bacon & cheese cookies. But somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to eat it that night.

Nor could I bring myself to eat breakfast. Or to drink.

I took my bacon & cheese cookie from Elizabeth at lunch so she wouldn’t feel badly. But I couldn’t eat it then, either. She found it when she went to lock the front door at closing time.

So, she called the vet. “Wait and see how she is tomorrow,” the assistant said, after asking Dr. Celia.

Worried, Elizabeth decided I could stay in the house overnight. She thought it would be better to keep an eye on me. So, while she was in the bathroom getting ready to go to bed, I snuck into her room and went where I knew I’d feel best, lay down and waited for her. When she came in, I didn’t have the energy to move. I stayed there all night.

I really didn't think she'd mind....

I really didn’t think she’d mind if I slept on her bed with her….

Elizabeth was a bit cranky the next morning, but I felt a bit better. Even though she was being a grump, Elizabeth made a fuss over my breakfast – she soaked it in water used to poach their salmon and added some canned chicken . I made a real effort and ate it. I even licked the bowl a little. It was all I could manage that day.

Ozzie is a neutered male mixed breed that was born around June/09. He is a very gentle mellow dog that presently weighs about 80 lbs. He needs to put on about 5 lbs. He also is recovering from from wounds (from either another dog or from a wolf/coyote) He has just come into care on Jan19/13 so watch for updates as DA Dog’s Life gets to know him better. – photo & text courtesy It’s a Dog’s Life website

Ozzie is a neutered male mixed breed that was born around June/09. He is a very gentle mellow dog that presently weighs about 80 lbs. He needs to put on about 5 lbs. He also is recovering from from wounds (from either another dog or from a wolf/coyote) He has just come into care on Jan19/13 so watch for updates as DA Dog’s Life gets to know him better. – photo & text courtesy It’s a Dog’s Life website

Saturday morning, Elizabeth dropped her things off at the shop and Kay drove us down to the vets’. I sat on the platform like always. “108.6 pounds,” read the assistant, and we went back to the waiting room.

Holly, a Shih Tzu, tried to coax me to play, but I didn’t really feel like it. I supervised her play with Sparky, a hound/husky/shepherd mix whose parents are sled-racing dogs. I was ready to step in if Sparky got a bit too rambunctious for Holly – Sparky’s still just a (big) pup.

Then Ozzie came out. Ozzie is one of the dogs from It’s a Dog’s Life who is looking for a new home. He was abandoned on the highway to Winnipeg and attacked by a wily wolf. He looks much better now although he still had a shaved spot on his back. He’s a lovely brindled dog, and I hope he finds a forever home soon. I told him so, and he waggled his tail stump and said he hoped so, too. He loves two-leggers and just wants to settle down somewhere homey, he told me. He’s very grateful to all the two-leggers of Kenora who have donated to help pay his big vet bill. If you’d like to offer a bit to help – there’s still some left to go, and he isn’t finished his treatments yet – you can follow the It’s a Dog’s Life link and click on their ‘donate’ button.

Dr. Celia gave me a thorough check-up. She and Elizabeth talked together about me for some time, and they decided to treat me for anaplasmosis again.

So, I’m on the heavy antibiotics for another three weeks. The good news is that I feel much, much better again already. I’m eating my food, and last night I was excited to taste a giant bacon and cheese cookie once more. I lay out under a starry sky, and when I wasn’t dreaming about saving Ozzie from wily wolves, I was thinking about what a wonderful life I have with my own house and run and a whole bunch of wonderful two-legger friends to hang out with, look after and be looked after by. Life is good.

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