Today is National Dog Day

Celebrate!

Izzy here...

"The Pekingese is the aristocrat of dogdom. Called 'The Lion Dog' in China more than a thousand years ago, he was the favorite of the Court and spent his life in the palaces ofthe wealthy and cultured, where he became one of the greatest little autocrats." --off a first edition book flap by E. P. Dutton & Co., Inc.

Izzy here.

Yeah. I'm a dog. Want to make something of it? GRRRR!

In my next life, I'm coming back a Pekingese.

Paws for peace.

Izzy

Pawsonally speaking...

So I says to my person. Take me outside. Play with me.

And what does my person say?

Sit.

Izzy here...

Izzy here.

Yeah, I'm a dog.

Grrr!

Want to make something of it?

I don't know who Stone Oaks was. But I think this is where he's buried.

Paws for peace,

Izzy

A Monday

Today's Thought:

Hug a tree? Nah! Lie under one.

Paws for peace,

Izzy

Spirit of the Akita

Original author unknown -

I was standing on a hillside

In a field of blowing wheat

And the spirit of my Akita dog

Appeared suddenly at my feet.

He looked at me with kind dark eyes

An ancient wisdom shining through

and in the essence of his being

I saw his love for me, too.

His mind did lock upon my heart

As I stood there on that day

then he told me of this story

About a place so far away.

I stood upon that hillside

In a field of lowing wheat

And in a twinkling of a second

his spirit left my feet.

His tale put my heart at ease

My fears did fade away

He helped me know where he had gone

when he left me on that day.

"I live among God's creatures now

In the heavens of your mind

so do not grieve for me, my friend

As I am with my kind.

My collar is a rainbow's hue

My leash a shooting star

My boundaries are the Milky Way

Where I sparkle from afar.

So when your life on earth is spent

And you stand at Heaven's gate

Haveno fear of loneliness

for here, you know I wait."

Reprint In memory of Care Bear

The Journal News

Pet People

A Sunday

Izzy here.

Yeah.

You know.

Today is a Sunday. I like a Sunday.

A Sunday means me and my person hanging around, lying in bed, TV, no telephone...

My person reads The New York Times, sips black coffee and I curl round as a donut at her feet.

I keep my person's feet warm on a Sunday.

That's my job.

Got to go.

Time to get to work.

Paws for peace,

Izzy

Izzy here.

Yeah. I'm a dog.

Grrrr!

Want to make something of it?

I got nothing to say. I got a busy day ahead of me. I got chair legs to pee on, couch cushions to chew. After that, it's hide under the bed.

Whew! Like I said. I got a busy day.

Paws for peace,

Izzy