Omar Blue - The Komondors Cometh

I’ve been asked where some of my characters come from, so of course I have to ask Omar Blue. If you’ve read either of the first two books in my Omar Blue Saga, you know the two K-9 Town Seers, Great Dane Granny and Komondor Rasta Mama are quite an interesting duo.

Omar says Great Dane Granny, whose gift allows her to ward off bad spirits, doesn’t like attention, but Komondor Rasta Mama is just the opposite. But, if we talk about Rasta Mama first, Great Dane Granny will want her turn. That’s what he intended to do. This is Komondor Rasta Mama. Isn’t she something.

While I went for the snacks, he got comfortable in his favorite chair. Then we were ready.

Omar started telling me about the day his close friend Komondor Rasta Kooley came to K-9 Town, with Rasta Mama and the rest of his family in tow.

It was a beautiful sunny morning,

in K-9 Town, USA.

They were having a big outing;

all the dogs were at play.

But in the pack, there did remain,

a restless St. Bernard.

Who decided he would take a walk

staying put was just too hard.

 

As he walked on, he came upon,

a fascinating pack.

Three Elders and four puppies,

with strange hair down their backs.

He asked them where they came from;

they said from far away.

He’d take them to his leader;

this was their lucky day.

They were so very tired;

 more walking would be hard.

But they had met a new friend,

in Sandy the St. Bernard.

When Sandy got them to the pack,

the Elders circled around.

They said, “Sandy, sit them down right here,

til Omar Blue is found.”

Omar Blue came in right then;

he’d seen them coming up.

The St. Bernard was moving fast,

carrying all four pups.

THE MALE NEWCOMER SPOKE

 “I’m Komondor Rasta Kooley;

our breed is from overseas.

We settled here some time ago,

a place called New Orleans.

I know we may look strange to you,

our hair,  some call them dreds.

I do admit our long tight locks,

do turn a lot of heads.

I travel with my lovely wife

my little puppies too.

From what I see, how glad we’d be,

to settle down with you.”

  

And this is Rasta Mama;

she’s everyone’s delight.

Her dreams sometimes will help us,

her gift of second sight.”

Omar looked each up and down;

“I’ve heard of you before.

I had a friend, some time ago,

Pow Wow Komondor.

Now Rasta Mama, what is this gift,

He’s calling second sight.

We don’t believe in Voodoo,

or creatures in the night.”

Rasta Mama looked at him;

“I wouldn’t lie to you.

Sometimes I get a vision,

of things that soon come true.

I would never tell you anything,

I think would hurt the pack.

I’d use my gift to help you all,

and always have your back.

I dreamed that we would be here,

about a month ago.

I saw a mighty leader,

I would be very glad to know.

In my dream I also saw,

my Kooley at your side.

With the others in your pack,

all heads held high with pride.”

She stopped, as they all heard a noise,

 and looked across the bay.

About 20 coyotes getting close,

what did they want today?

They wouldn’t have given it a second thought,

until they noticed Coyote Red.

A troublemaker from the past,

talking and bobbing his head.

“You all wait here,”the Komondor said;

“I know they’re looking for me.

I’ll be right back but just in case,

take care of my family.”

Kooley shot off like a bullet,

but the pack ran just as fast.

Leader Omar Blue in front of them,

with the smallest pulling up last.

Rasta Kooley spoke to Omar first,

“You shouldn’t have brought them here.

Just something I’ve got to straighten out,

and I’ll be back over there.”

He looked around, surprised to find,

the females had joined them too.

But they didn’t look like females now,

just canines with something to do!

Rasta Kooley turned to face the group,

that had followed him all this way.

He asked “What you scoundrels doing here?

I know you didn’t come to play.”

 

The leader said, “You stole from us,

that’s why we’re hunting you.

The furs you took are ours,

so you know what you better do.”

“I won those furs fair and square;

I wasn’t planning on any trouble.

It was dumb of you, to raise that bet,

then worse when you bet double.

I think you all should leave now;

you shouldn’t want to stay.

But if you do, I promise you,

You’re going to regret this day!”

The coyotes were looking at Rasta Kooley,

but more so at his back.

They’d never seen anything like them,

Omar Blue and His Pack.

It was Coyote Red as usual,

talking from behind.

“You know Kooley stole those furs of yours,

why you being so doggone kind?”

While Coyote Red was moving up,

his pals were moving on.

When he turned to see them heading out,

he knew he’d better be gone.

Rasta Kooley turned to face the pack,

“I’m sorry I spoiled your day.

Didn’t mean to bring this upon you,

To bad it had to happen this way.

It was Omar Blue who spoke to him,

“You spoiled nothing that way.

In fact we found out more about you,

then if we had talked all day.”

He joined the pack and started back,

so happy that they could stay.

He saw his wife with the female Elders,

and knew she felt the same way.

It was late that night, they were packing up,

to get back to the den.

The shepherds were waking the puppies up

They’d been knocked out since 10.

Then Rasta Mama came over,

to talk to Omar Blue.

She said, “You’re as great a leader

as rumors say of you.

You knew what you were doing,

following my Kooley today.

You knew those coyotes would take one look,

then want to get away.

Remember the dream, I spoke about,

you all standing together with pride.

I saw it in each face today,

when your pack was at your side.”

“Thank you Rasta Mama;

It has been a pretty good day.

Nice to have you here with us,

we’re glad you found the way.

What you saw was nothing special;

that’s just how we react.

We face our troubles together;

our enemies know that fact.”

With all the Elders now listening

Rasta Mama turned to say,

“Thank you all, we are going to love it here

at K-9 Town USA.”

“That’s exactly what happened, Ma,” Omar said as he finished his story. I knew this to be true because it’s almost the same as it’s told in a chapter in my first book, Omar Blue and K-9 Town, USA.

I hope you’ve enjoyed another of our “true tales.”

 

 

 

 

Omar Blue - Puppy Love, Nothing Like It

 

Omar started back to work today as BiggSiss mascot. He's feeling fine now, thank goodness, and was ready to go. He likes letting people know that there are ways to become proactive against abusive situations that they might know about or unfortunately, be victims of.

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After work, he didn't even come in to get undressed. As you can see, he had something on his mind.

"I went out front. Okay Omar, spill it!" I said.

 

He started, "Alright, Ma.

 

The K-9 Town puppies are learning to play ball. They asked if they could have their first game at leader Omar's other home today, which is here.

 

I kind of said yes. I knew you'd want to see them and some of my Pack that are bringing them. Right, Ma?"

 

Caught off guard, I had just figured out what I was going to say, but I didn't get a chance.

I heard a noise coming from the backyard. I went around the house and saw poodle Sophie Jean and little Polo from K-9 Town, with Major Diggs giving him orders from the other side of the yard.

 

 

I also noticed my niece Pepper's handsome Labrador, Kingston, who was spending the day with us. He had invited some of his friends to see him referee the puppies. Omar and I laughed when he told me this because Kingston wasn't used to the K-9 Town pups' level of energy. You'll see how he made out later.  But hearing what his roll was going to be broke the ice and Omar took this to be his answer.

 

 

Everywhere I looked there were puppies and dogs with balls, either ready to play, or already playing.  I made me some hot chocolate, bundled up and went back out. Omar had my lawn chair waiting for me.

Some of the older dogs sat near me.

 

 

You may remember Omar's dear friend Batdog? She took time out from patrolling New York and Gotham Cities to come referee the games too. Look at her showing her ball handling style. Omar says she promised him she'd stop working so hard and start having more fun like she's doing here.

 

Later, she's watching the game closely because she knows the puppies aren't beyond throwing tricks into the game. Here's an example.

 

 

One of the refs is calling time out for this team, for using unnecessary roughness. Boy are those puppies angry.

 

This mom had a team of her own. They may look calm now, but they went wild on the field.

 

 

The little ones below found a shady spot and were waiting patiently until they decided to run out on the field and grab the other teams' balls.  Now they are on a time out penalty.

 

 

The game was a real thriller. Look at Polo. He's using one of the "fake out" plays  Major Diggs had just taught him. Lil Blackie cried fowl because Diggs hadn't showed it to him, so everything stopped so he could be shown that move too. Then they continued. By then I was falling out of my seat with laughter and the canines were howling.

 

 

After staying up most of the night practicing, these three were lazily sizing up the competition. They ended up falling asleep and were so comfortable, they wouldn't wake up when it was time for them to play.

 

 

Here's referee Boxer Bella (It may be brother Buster. I couldn't tell from where I was positioned.) about to throw in the ball for the last play of the game.

 

 

I found out later that this little blue Pit had spent his time taking and hiding every ball he came across. He got caught because he couldn't control his last batch. 







 

 

 

By the time he was caught, the puppies had had all they could take of this ballgame thing. They quit playing ball and started playing their normal games. Not that there were winners or losers, anyway.

 

The last ones off the field were the same as the first ones on the field.

 

I watched Major Diggs and the proud little Polo as he yapped excitedly. They were so cute.

 



 

My niece picked up Kingston earlier, and just called me.

 

She said Kingston is so beat, he didn't even stop for a snack. Instead he went straight to bed and was asleep while we were talking.

 

I had to share this. I hope Kingston's buddies aren't looking.

 

 

All in all, it turned out to be a wonderful day. Omar was right to bring the game home but of course I'm not going to tell him that. I'll just wait and see what he and his K-9 Town pack have in store for me next.

 

I'm sure I won't have to wait long.

 

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!