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Good Manners

Good manners do pay off. For being so well behaved, Patches and Cali were upgraded to their “doggie suite.” Thanks to the superb front desk staff at the Las Vegas Flamingo Hotel for making this extra sweet!

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Pay Attention To Your Dog!

So, Cali got into a small scuffle at the dog park today. This is usually a rare occurrence. Cali is a female mix of Pit Bull and Border Collie. She is completely harmless, but on occasion, when another dog gets in her space, she will let them know in a defensive way not to go there.

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For the most part, I enjoy going to the dog park. The people are nice and 98 percent of the dogs are not aggressive or dominant. I always scope out “the scene” when entering the park.  With anything in life, there are always a few bad apples within a crowd.  Today the park was full and I was feeling a slight vibe of doggie trouble.

My dogs are social, but we tend to keep to ourselves as they are more interested in tennis balls instead of chasing around other dogs. While taking a break, Cali laid in the shade enjoying her time at the dog park. From the herds of circling dogs, a mix German Shepard came up to Cali. Without even blinking twice, I knew there was going to be a fight.  Within thirty seconds, this dog was in Cali’s face and she instantly went into defense mode. The scuffle only lasted a few seconds as I shouted “Hey, Hey,” but the confrontation was aggressive enough for either dog to sustain a injury. Luckily my sixth sense kicked in to breakup the fight so this was not to case.

The part that irritates me Is the owners of this German Shepard were no where to be found.  This dog is a dominated Alpha dog and should be supervised at all times.  To me personally, this is dog ownership irresponsibility. Most dog owners, actually almost all, stay close and watch their dogs freely roam the park.  But, there’s always a few in the crowd that think there dogs are perfect and don’t cause trouble. These are the dogs that do get into doggie scuffles! PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR DOG! And that’s my two and a half cents on dog park etiquette.

Our Guardians

Whether you believe in God, angels, aliens, etc., every single one of us walking on this earth has a guardian. Usually, when you hear the definition of “guardian” most of the time it refers to something mysterious or spiritual. The guardian might be a friend, parent or close relative that is no longer walking on this sacred earth.

I had an experience the other evening while I was at a casino in Palm Springs that was a little bit out of the ordinary. I was also there with my good friend, Sheila, that I went to high school with 25 years ago. Now, what makes this story odd is Joe (a person I met in the casino) did not know me from Adam. Yet, what he did know was that I have an extremely important person (i.e. Sheila) in my life.  It was almost as if Joe was dropped out of a spaceship just for that moment of time to explain why Shelia has come (or returned) into my life at this certain history of time. Everything that came out of Joe’s mouth made complete and perfect sense to me.

Do you ever feel there are certain moments in this strange life that people enter to carry a message to you, even if it’s just in passing? Well, I certainly believe my big guardian (my grandfather) put Sheila in my life now and he had to send Joe down to tell me to wake the f#%k up with this woman.  Appreciate her, be kind and respectful, and do not take whatever this friendship is for granted. And as Joe went on his way; he left me with this song playing in my head.

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Charlie

The other morning, like most mornings, I took Patches and Cali to the dog park.  Their barks grew louder as we approached the park while I was singing to songs from the radio marketed to fourteen year old’s.  This is our daily routine. Going to the dog park each day is not only necessary, but it is vital for our serenity.

The two gremlins bolted out of their crates in all their glory, waiting no time to chase the meaning of life in the form of a tennis ball.   We walked around the park making the rounds.  I said hello to the regulars while nodding to people I did not know.  The dog park always has a tendency to put me in a state of balance and well-being.

While chucking the ball back and forth for my four legged kids, a dog came up to me.  He was such a friendly dog. This particular dog was extremely happy; living in the moment the way all dogs do.  I called him “Charlie” (which he responded to for some odd reason).  I threw the ball for him and he came back giving me a “ruff” along with the wag of his tail for approval.  After a few tosses, Charlie went on his merry way.

After finishing our routine, I looked for Charlie and his owner.  That was the strange thing.  No Charlie.  No owner.  That’s because when Charlie left, he walked back into heaven.  He was my Charlie.  Charlie passed away three years ago at the age of six from cancer.  He just came down from heaven to tell the dogs and I he was OK.  And that night, the dogs and I slept well, knowing Charlie was OK.

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Charlie (left) last picture ever taken with Patches.