Omar Blue and the Dashing Spartacus Maximus

 

Omar’s granny, Minni Mor has gone back to Iron Dog Land. I wish she could have spent more time with us but Omar says she did what she came to do.

The K9 Town Seers, Komondor Rasta Mama and Great Dane Granny have enough new potions and other things to keep them busy for awhile. The Pack has scheduled watches over those two and is enjoying every minute of it. Omar says they can be pretty entertaining, as we learned in Led By An Eagle.

Omar has a new friend. His name is Spartacus Maximus. A beautiful fawn and rust Doberman and if a dog could ever be called a gentleman it would be him.

 I knew I was about to become involved in something when Omar started wondering, out loud, how Spartacus could get to K9 Town.

I was making up my mind not to help with anything, when there was a faint scratch at the door. Here we go again! Omar wouldn’t look my way. I opened the door. It was Spartacus Maximus.

“Hello, I’m Omar Blue’s friend Spartacus, may I see Omar please” he said, and I understood every word.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was so cute in his dandy outfit. Omar said he got dressed up just to meet me. My curiosity was growing by the minute. I had decided no need to fight it. Who could resist the little slicksters.

 They told me that Spartacus works on a fire truck. He loves his job saving puppies, but needs to get away for a while.

“I’ve told him about K9 Town and the things we do. He needs to go there. He needs to be with us Ma,” said Omar. “My pack is waiting for him. The puppies want to hear stories about saving puppies.”

Okay, I was in. The three of us sat and formulated a plan so Spartacus could spend a day with Omar without his people mommy and daddy, Linda and Frankie getting suspicious. I must say, getting these plans together is getting easier. But this is the last time….again.



When Spartacus Maximus’ mommy dropped him off, he was very excited about going to K9 Town. He didn’t dress up this time, except for the flowers he brought me. Such a little gentlemen!

Soon off they went, moving so fast that my eyes could hardly follow them, and then they were gone.

I wasn’t worried. I knew Omar and his K9 Town family would treat Spartacus like he’d been with them forever. He’d have a wonderful time. He’d hang out with the males, get spoiled by the females and be entertained by the puppies.

Omar said that’s exactly what happened. They all had a ball. Then, before leaving, Spartacus told them about his girlfriend. “Her name is Terra. I love her,” he said.

Omar and the other males could see the light bulbs go off in the female Elders’ heads. They wanted Terra with them. Oh no! They were thinking celebration. He signaled Spartacus and they laughingly made a mad dash for home. They were still happy and excited when they arrived.

It’s been days. I don’t like to think about the danger Spartacus faces doing his job. He doesn’t know it but Omar keeps a close eye on him and so do the others. If he ever needs them, they will be there for him.

I have a feeling Spartacus knows that, and it makes his job a little easier. He'll visit K9 Town, USA often, knowing he has a home and family there too.

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Many thanks to Frankie and Linda Olthoff for letting their shining star Spartacus Maximus participate in our true tale.  I’m sure they won’t mind me inviting you over to Spartacus Maximus’ Facebook page. When you get there, you’ll see why everybody loves Spartacus. Omar knows how to pick his friends.

https://www.facebook.com/spartacusolthoff

Omar's Granny - Minnie Mor

Ever since Omar came back from his trip, with his pack to meet his kin (Led By An Eagle) I've been listening to the adventures. I've told him more than once how I'd love to see his canine Ma and Pa again. After all, when I took him into my care as a wee puppy, we agreed the day would come that we would meet again. I'm beginning to think it will indeed be soon.  Here's why.....

While sitting, as usual, thinking of all the things I should, but would not be doing, I noticed Omar Blue looking out the window as if waiting for something to happen. Thinking to myself how well I knew that look, I took a chance and asked, "Okay Omar, spill it, what's going on?"







"Well Ma," he communicated, "We're about to have a little company."

"No Omar, no parties. I'm just getting over your Christmas party!" But before I got it  out he was gone.

 I heard noise in the yard so I went to the window where Omar's little friend, Dr. Watson was making a fuss to get over here.

I went and got him, not wanting to bring any unwanted attention right then. He's a constant visitor anyway. When we got back in the house, Omar was back and he wasn't alone!

Omar's granny, Minnie Mor, from Iron Dog Land was with him. I couldn't believe my eyes. I knew you wouldn't believe me so I have a picture for you. Minnie Mor also has certain powers Omar says, though he won't go into exactly what kind.



 I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, she was so beautiful. I understood her to say she wanted to meet me. She had just left K9 Town where she planned to share some knowledge and potions with the K9 Town Seers, Komondor Rasta Mama and Great Dane Granny. Omar later laughingly told me, the last things the pack needed was for those three to get together again.

Minni Mor was telling me about Iron Dog Land and Omar's kin when there was a scratch at the door. I wasn't moving. Omar went.

I knew it! It was Major Diggs. I hadn't realized how much time had gone by. The female Elders had sent him to get Omar and his granny. They wanted them both with them. I couldn't blame them. They wanted to relive their wonderful adventure. Minni Mor would mesmerize them, like she had done me.

As I watched the three of them leave, I could see shadows of other members of the pack. I knew Major Diggs would not have been alone.  That's not the way of Omar and his pack. They would make sure no harm came to their precious visitor and have a safe journey back to K9 Town, USA.

 

Dr. Watson wanted to go with them, but not this time. I kept him with me. After seeing the little marrow bone I had for him, he quickly decided he didn't mind keeping me company for a while.

 

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Many thanks to Christy, owner of the beautiful celebrity doberman Sylly Sylvia who has passed but left a legacy. Find out about her award winning book "Sylly Sylvia" and her fabulous life at https://www.facebook.com/olyn.warfield#!/syllysylviathedoberman.