The Simple Joys

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By Torre Henderson, Guest Blogger

Torre

Hi there!  I’d like to introduce myself.  I’m Torre Henderson and I’m two and a half.  I live near Boston with my Mom Cindy, and my two big bros Jeter and Mattingly.  Can you tell Mom’s a bit of a Yankees fan?  I was visiting my Aunt Shari this week and Dusty’s humans came over to play.  Dusty asked Christine to see if I’d like to add anything to the blog. How could I turn it down?

First of all, I have to say Cooper’s Mom is a super good sport.  I know baseball. Mom and Aunt Shari watch a lot of it!  I hear it’s not easy being a Mets fan.  I totally get that sportsmanship thing. Me and my brothers live to play flyball.  We go all over the country for competitions and we even were part of group trying to set a Guiness World Record.  How cool is that?  If you’ve never heard of flyball, I’ll give you the short version.  Dogs race down a track, jump of a series of hurdles, grab a ball from a special holder and race it back to the other end.  We have to get three balls, so that’s three trips up the track and three trips back.  We go really fast.  I’m a miniature Australian Shepherd.  Jeter and Mattingly are border collies.  I don’t mean to brag or anything but we have an awful lot of blue ribbons.  Mom is really proud of us.  This weekend, she’s taking us to Canada and Aunt Shari is coming too. Road trip! Gee, I hope Aunt Shari remembers her high school French and can order my some of that Canadian bacon.  Mmmmm….bacon…..oh sorry.  I was daydreaming for a minute there.

I do have to side with Cooper about the fetch thing.  Sorry Sam the Fat Cat, but I could play fetch all day long.  I fetch tennis balls, squeaky toys, frisbees, and my favorite canvas flying squirrel with the little rubbery paws.  Fetch is one of the simple joys of life.  It’s right up there with a doggy ice cream cup on a hot day or a great day of flyball with my teammates.  There’s just something special about trying to psych out a human, trying to figure out where they’re going to throw the thing next and be there when it comes down.  I love the feel of a flying catch!  Woohoo!!  It’s a little jump for joy.

It was so nice of Dusty to send her boys over here to play fetch with me.  I have to say though, humans get worn out mighty quick.  I heard the boys say Dusty doesn’t play fetch.  So Dusty, what’s up with that?

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My Family, My Heroes

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By Little Bear Moonwalker, Guest Blogger

Little Bear Moonwalker

My name is Little Bear Moonwalker and I’m really honored that Dusty and Cooper have given me this opportunity to guest blog on Beyond The Wet Nose. You’re probably wondering about my name.  I’m a chow/shepherd mix so you can see where the Little Bear part comes from but what about Moonwalker?  That’s  kind of a funny story.  I’m almost 16 years old, which is pretty darn old in dog years.  I can’t bark so well anymore.  Some days my arthritis acts up a bit  and it’s hard to walk on the bare floors.  I’m fairly certain that wood floors and linoleum were invented by cats, despite Sam’s talk of peace.  Anyway, on those days I try to stay on the carpet as much as possible but sooner or later I have to cross the dreaded kitchen floor to go outside.  I learned that if I sort of eased my way backwards across the floor,  I’m less likely to slip.  My family calls it Moonwalking.

I’m really grateful to have such an awesome family.  My Mom Karen and my Dad Billy take really good care of me.  Then there’s my brother Will and my sister Mandy.  They are the two most awesome kids any dog could ever hope for!

A big bark out to Will since today is his 18th birthday.  Wow man, that’s old!  Will just graduated from high school.  Hello, world – here he comes! He’s super nice to everybody.  He’s always helping Mom and Dad take care of Mandy.  He really sticks by her and encourages her.  What a great big brother!

Mandy is really special too.  She’s twelve and she just graduated from the 6th grade.  Look out Junior High!  When she was just little she started having seizures.  She’s had to have brain surgery  and she takes a lot of medicine to try to control them.  Sometimes she has too many seizures too close together and she has to go to the hospital.  I really don’t like when that happens because I miss her too much. She’s had seizures in all kinds of places and situations, even in her Grandma’s pool.  But what’s really cool is she never panics.  She knows exactly what to do to let someone know to help her and she stays calm through the whole thing.  Even when she had to spend weeks in the hospital earlier this year, she didn’t let it get her down too much.  She kept practicing her singing so she could get a solo in the school play. Even though it took her a long time and a lot of not-so-fun therapy after she got home, she got that solo!  Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go because they don’t let dogs in school.  But I hear she rocked the house.

My family are my heroes because when the tough stuff happens, we find a way to laugh about it, work through it  (yes, even if it means walking backwards) and just keep going.  I’m so proud to their dog.

Dogs & Cats: Peace Treaty Talks Continue

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Guest Blogger, Sam the Fat Cat

SamtheFatCat

SamtheFatCat

Shout to my main dogs Cooper and Dusty for the Guest Blogger opportunity. Shout out to my mom Cindy Cavoto of Fire Brand Social Media for letting me have canine contacts even though I could do without them. Shout out to me for having the ability to type and therefore have no need to have someone take dictation like a couple of canines that I know.

I hereby declare the Peace Treaty Talks of Dogs and Cats continuing. While it may appear on the surface that cats and dogs are alike since we are both furry, that’s where the similarities stop…or at least come to a grinding halt.

8 Reasons Cats are Better than Dogs:

  1. We are smarter and more conniving than any dog on any day will ever be.
  2. We don’t cry and whine or give “suitcase face” when the travel bags are taken out from storage.
  3. In fact we’re happy the humans are leaving and we hope the canines go with them.
  4. We don’t eat things we’re not supposed to or whine when our humans forget to kiss us goodbye.
  5. We clean ourselves. Enough said.
  6. Fetch is overrated.
  7. No exercise required or at least none that requires a leash or any sort of park.
  8. Chicken. It’s what’s for dinner.

All of these points are arguable and I understand that but when bark comes to meow, the meows will always win.