Ode to the Military Canines

 

Ma wouldn't let me go into the military. I have brothers and sisters though, who serve our country courageously, doing things we would never think of them doing. I just want them to know how proud we are of them and that we love them.

 

 

 



Ode To A Birthday Girl

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. 

 

 



Let The K-9 Town Ball Games Begin!

The K-9 Town Ball Games had begun. I went to the first game of the season. (Don't ask me how I managed that. I won't tell.) I had a ball. (Pun intended)

 

Here's Omar in the backyard after the game, when he still lived at home with me. 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, bet he was dreaming about balls.

 

 

I'll tell you some of the highlights.

 

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. They weren't allowed to play, so they sat on the sidelines. They ended up being good cheerleaders, even though they were rooting for the visiting teams.

 

That didn't matter. They had a good time. 

 

 

One of the teams were short and recruited the Shepherd. Look at him go. He ended up with the ball after it slipped out of Jocko's mouth. What a play that was!

 

 

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 my way during his play with the ball but thought he was showing off for "me." Now I wonder. I teased 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 new ball earlier and challenged her. "They think they can take my 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 teammates think," 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. The one I had sent her.

 

Everything else had stopped. This play would win the game for The K-9 Towners.

 

The three stood shoulder to shoulder then they took off like shots. The other dogs were going crazy, and so was I.

 

Bea Bea took the lead and there was nothing Maye or Faye could do about it. 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.

 

From across the field I could swear she said, "I'm glad you came."

 

It was time for me to leave. I had gotten more than I came for, by far.

 

What a day!