A Dog's Diary
Monday, May 02, 2016 Posted by revalbertkang
5:30 am: Started the day as a hero! When the sound of the newspaper hitting the driveway roused me from my deep slumber, and the impact indicated the paper was much heavier than normal, I realized that no one in the house was yet awake! I roused my master by licking him in the face. He appeared very angry with himself for having overslept, shouting and waving his arms. His ill temper even seemed directed at me a bit, which is silly since it is I who saved him from being fired. Funny thing though: he didn't go into work, but spent the morning leafing through the large newspaper and drinking coffee. He seems to do this once a week, and I don't know why.
7:30 am: Invaders! The people who live next door came out into their yard, obviously getting ready to lay siege to our house. Snarling and barking, I let them know in no uncertain terms that I was prepared to tear them limb from limb if they came any closer, and was able to repel the invasion. This is an almost daily occurrence; you'd think they'd learn. My master added his voice to the fray as well, yelling angrily. I am sure the people couldn't hear him, but it was nice of him to lend his support.
10:00 am: I was forced to move, as the patch of sun in which I was lying had slid over a few feet. It's not easy being a dog.
1:00 pm: I have the most thoughtful master in the world! While it's true he left me alone in the house for several hours, he did set out a treat for me on the kitchen counter. It was even gift-wrapped, a courtesy I wish he'd skipped, since it led to me having a lot of plastic in my teeth. The roast was delicious, though frozen in the center. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but crunching through two inches of rock-hard beef is hardly my idea of a delicacy.
2:00 pm: Most unpleasant experience when my master returned home and was furious that I had not eaten the plastic wrap which had been covering my present. He kept pointing at the small pieces of styrofoam and other debris, raving in a most irrational fashion. I'm sorry, but he should know that I can't eat that stuff; it makes my stomach upset. When he began rolling up a newspaper I realized he'd lost all reason and bolted for the front door, which was fortunately open just a crack.
4:00 pm: Spent the afternoon with the girls. A most productive day; I was able to mark territory for two blocks. "Drip 'til you drop" is our motto. We had a small snack at an outdoor cafe we like, with meat scraps and bread served out of circular containers with easily displaced lids. Ran into that rogue Sebastian, who lifted his leg with irritating nonchalance. Does he think I don't know about his obsession with Muffy, that snotty schnauzer from down the road? Last month there wasn't a male in the neighborhood who couldn't be found outside her fence, and Sebastian was at the head of the pack. I let him know I want nothing more to do with him.
5:00 pm: What a treat! On the way home a flock of ravens drew my attention to a squirrel that had been flattened by an automobile. After several days in the sun, the aroma was so delicious it made my nose quiver. I rolled in the wondrous fragrance for several minutes, and when I stood up I positively radiated eau-de-road-kill. Let Sebastian drool over Muffy; he doesn't know what he's missing.
6:00 pm: Of all the times to get a bath! My master, still in a foul mood, made me stand outside in the chill air while he shampooed and rinsed me several times. Every time I shook the water from my fur he, too, became drenched, and in the end he was shivering. Why in the world does he do stuff like this?
9:00 pm: Time to sleep, though I am not allowed on the bed whenever anyone's home. Ah, the life of a dog.
7:30 am: Invaders! The people who live next door came out into their yard, obviously getting ready to lay siege to our house. Snarling and barking, I let them know in no uncertain terms that I was prepared to tear them limb from limb if they came any closer, and was able to repel the invasion. This is an almost daily occurrence; you'd think they'd learn. My master added his voice to the fray as well, yelling angrily. I am sure the people couldn't hear him, but it was nice of him to lend his support.
10:00 am: I was forced to move, as the patch of sun in which I was lying had slid over a few feet. It's not easy being a dog.
1:00 pm: I have the most thoughtful master in the world! While it's true he left me alone in the house for several hours, he did set out a treat for me on the kitchen counter. It was even gift-wrapped, a courtesy I wish he'd skipped, since it led to me having a lot of plastic in my teeth. The roast was delicious, though frozen in the center. I don't want to seem ungrateful, but crunching through two inches of rock-hard beef is hardly my idea of a delicacy.
2:00 pm: Most unpleasant experience when my master returned home and was furious that I had not eaten the plastic wrap which had been covering my present. He kept pointing at the small pieces of styrofoam and other debris, raving in a most irrational fashion. I'm sorry, but he should know that I can't eat that stuff; it makes my stomach upset. When he began rolling up a newspaper I realized he'd lost all reason and bolted for the front door, which was fortunately open just a crack.
4:00 pm: Spent the afternoon with the girls. A most productive day; I was able to mark territory for two blocks. "Drip 'til you drop" is our motto. We had a small snack at an outdoor cafe we like, with meat scraps and bread served out of circular containers with easily displaced lids. Ran into that rogue Sebastian, who lifted his leg with irritating nonchalance. Does he think I don't know about his obsession with Muffy, that snotty schnauzer from down the road? Last month there wasn't a male in the neighborhood who couldn't be found outside her fence, and Sebastian was at the head of the pack. I let him know I want nothing more to do with him.
5:00 pm: What a treat! On the way home a flock of ravens drew my attention to a squirrel that had been flattened by an automobile. After several days in the sun, the aroma was so delicious it made my nose quiver. I rolled in the wondrous fragrance for several minutes, and when I stood up I positively radiated eau-de-road-kill. Let Sebastian drool over Muffy; he doesn't know what he's missing.
6:00 pm: Of all the times to get a bath! My master, still in a foul mood, made me stand outside in the chill air while he shampooed and rinsed me several times. Every time I shook the water from my fur he, too, became drenched, and in the end he was shivering. Why in the world does he do stuff like this?
9:00 pm: Time to sleep, though I am not allowed on the bed whenever anyone's home. Ah, the life of a dog.
Danny's Pain Gone in the Name of Jesus
Monday, April 11, 2016 Posted by revalbertkang
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| Danny, our Black Knight and Famous Rat Catcher |
Written by my own paws - Mercy
When he was puppy, his hind legs were broken after being hit by a vehicle. He was in the middle of the road and it was raining. Mom rescued him and brought him home. She and Daddy brought him to our aunt who is a Veterinarian and she and her medical fixed his legs. Upon recovery, both hind legs were a little deformed and weak. So Danny walks with a limp now.
This evening, Daddy heard Danny whimpering and went to help him. Danny was lying on his side and controlling his pain.
Danny just starred at Daddy with trusting adorable eyes. After the command, he did not groan anymore.
Suddenly, Danny stood up and ran around the room. Daddy then said, "Praise the Lord".
When Daddy touched his hind legs, Danny complained with soft short barks.
Daddy who is a pastor, did the best thing he knew - He laid hands upon Danny's painful legs and commanded the pain to go in the mighty name of Jesus.
Danny just starred at Daddy with trusting adorable eyes. After the command, he did not groan anymore.
Suddenly, Danny stood up and ran around the room. Daddy then said, "Praise the Lord".
The December Report
Monday, December 05, 2011 Posted by revalbertkang
It has been a very long time since I have written. I have been very busy managing the household of three dogs and three monsters (cats of course). Since this is December, I better pen down my thoughts before the year slips away into eternity. So far, I am glad to report that our little animal farm is doing very well.
Once a while, the old monster, namely Jellicle, eyed at our dog foods. I, the grand matriarch of the Canine Tribe, made sure that the act of thievery never happened. The fat monster (Tabby Boy) is one lazy fella. All he does is to eat and sleep. I really wonder if he is a cat or a pig. Then the youngest of all monsters, who is much loved by Papa and Mama, is Alaska. Like her name, she is cool and even has the audacity to scratch our parents when she is not handled well. She sleeps on the top of the filing cabinet - the place where no monsters dare to violate. She sleeps on Papa's chair and covers it with her furs. She is wanting to be the queen of the house but I am determined not to let her. So far, her goal has not been able to come to pass and it will remain that way as long as I am alive.
Danny the black male species of my canine tribe has been submissive. Once in a while, I have to pin him down and teach him a lesson on obedience. Goodness is never a problem. Being my blood sister, she has a very submissive nature. When I dominate a bone, no one dares to take it away from me. However, Papa may take the bone away at any time. After all, he is the top-dog or pack-leader and so who am I to complain.
Christmas is here and both parents are busy with Christmas drama and other things of the season. Here, I like to share with you a nice picture of what we do during Christmas. Take care now and bow wow wow.! Please have a great Christmas and be sure to go to church.
The War Dogs
Wednesday, August 03, 2011 Posted by revalbertkang
When U.S. President Barack Obama went to Fort Campbell, Kentucky, last week for a highly publicized, but very private meeting with the commando team that killed Osama bin Laden, only one of the 81 members of the super-secret SEAL DevGru unit was identified by name: Cairo, the war dog.
(German shepherds are still used as war dogs by the American military but the lighter, stubbier Malinois is considered better for the tandem parachute jumping and rappelling operations often undertaken by SEAL teams. Labrador retrievers are also favoured by various military organizations around the world.)
Like their human counterparts, the dog SEALs are highly trained, highly skilled, highly motivated special ops experts, able to perform extraordinary military missions by SEa, Air and Land (thus the acronym). The dogs carry out a wide range of specialized duties for the military teams to which they are attached: With a sense of smell 40 times greater than a human’s, the dogs are trained to detect and identify both explosive material and hostile or hiding humans.
The dogs, equipped with video cameras, also enter certain danger zones first, allowing their handlers to see what’s ahead before humans follow. As mentioned before, SEAL dogs are even trained parachutists, jumping either in tandem with their handlers or solo, if the jump is into water.
The dogs are faithful, fearless and ferocious —incredibly frightening and efficient attackers.
Jim Slater was a canine handler on the Winnipeg Police Force when he crafted a Kevlar protective jacket for his own dog, Olaf, in the mid-1990s. Soon Slater was making body Armour for other cop dogs, then the Canadian military and soon the world. The standard K9 Storm vest also has a load-bearing harness system that makes it ideal for tandem rappelling and parachuting.
And then there are the special hi-tech add-ons that made the K9 Storm especially appealing to the U.S. Navy SEALs, who bought four of K9 Storm Inc.’s top-end Intruder “canine tactical assault suits” last year for $86,000. You can be sure Cairo was wearing one of those four suits when he jumped into bin Laden’s lair. Here’s an explanation of all the K9 Storm Intruder special features:
Just as the Navy SEALS and other elite special forces are the sharp point of the American military machine, so too are their dogs at the top of a canine military hierarchy.
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