Monday, May 26, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
I had another birthday;
this one was better than most.
More well wishes than ever before,
but I could only offer "A Toast."
Most wishes came from far away,
friends I've never really met.
They made my day so special,
A birthday I won't forget.
They say that cyber has its faults;
yes, this may be true.
But I can't think of another way,
to spend my time with you.
Thank you for making this blog one of your stops. Hope you'll become a follower.
Have you had a chance to listen to our special background music? Upper left corner. Let it take you back to Omar's K-9 Town wilderness.
Posted by O. Warfield at 11:31 AM
Saturday, May 10, 2014
The K-9 Town Doggie Ball Games started again today. I went and saw it all. Omar figured since I would probably use my Mojo to get there anyway and knowing how much fun I'd have, it could be my Mother's Day present.
I had a ball. (Pun intended)
Omar is out in the yard now. He's tired after playing his heart out. The K-9 Town team won, but not by much. That was some game. Omar said it was the best ever. Stretched out in the sun, he's probably dreaming about balls.
I'll tell you some of the highlights. But first.....There was a group of dogs who came to start trouble. They didn't bring a ball and they knew they needed at least one. Of course they weren't allowed to play, so they sat on the sidelines. They ended up being pretty good cheerleaders even though they were routing for the visiting teams.
That didn't matter. They had a good time and said they would bring their balls next week.
One of the teams were short a dog and recruited the shepherd. Look at him go. He ended up with the ball but only because it slipped out of Jocko's mouth. That purple ball team was no joke.
Omar Blue had some pretty smooth moves with one of the new black and red balls I bought the team. He said it had a nice bounce to it.
I was intently watching the game when I looked down and who had stretched out beside me but Bea Bea the Afghan Hound, looking more beautiful than ever.
I had seen Omar look over this way during his play with the ball but thought he was showing off for "me." Now I wonder. I'll tease him about that later. Ha, ha.
She said Omar had told her I'd be here. And as usual, I somehow understood every word. She asked if we could watch the game together.
I was glad Bea Bea had come over. I told her, of course we could.
We sat for a while enjoying the game when I noticed Bea Bea looking across the playing field. I looked over and saw two afghans that looked like they had stepped out of a Doggie Vogue Magazine. Look at that hair.
Where do these dogs come from I later asked Omar. "Here and there," he said, and I could tell I wasn't getting any more out of him.
Bea Bea said they saw her with her ball earlier and challenged her. "They think they can take my new ball, Ma O."
That was the first time I had been called Ma O. She said that's what they all call me.
I liked it! It had never crossed my mind that they might talk about me at K-9 Town.
"Their names are Maye and Faye and they are supposed to be the best female players around. At least that's what their team thinks," Bea Bea told me as she stood up and headed for the two.
She was neither nervous nor hesitant. She was ready! When she stood I also saw that she had her new ball with her.
Everything else had stopped. This play would win the game for Omar's team, The K-9 Towners.
The three stood shoulder to shoulder then they took off like shots. The surrounding dogs were going crazy with excitement and so was I.
All of a sudden Bea Bea took the lead and there wasn't a thing Maye and Faye could do to keep up with her. Look at her!!
When she got to the end of the field, Omar Blue and her other teammates were there to welcome her. What a play to end the game!!
I was proud of Bea Bea and felt a fondness for her when she looked over at me, during the madness, and smiled. Even from across the field I could swear she said, "Happy Mother's Day."
It was time for me to leave. I had gotten more than I came for, by far. What a day.
Posted by O. Warfield at 9:38 PM