Beyond The Rainbow
As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,
I was so very tired and knew my time on earth was soon to fade.
I saw a wondrous image of a place that’s trouble-free
Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.
I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side
Were meadows rich and beautiful — lush and green and wide!
And running through the meadows as far as the eye could see
Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!
My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new
And I wanted to go run with them, but I had something left to do.
I needed to reach out to you, to tell you that I’m well,
That this place is truly wonderful, a happy place to dwell.
That your heart shouldn’t ache so… the pain should go away.
I’ll wait for you in comfort ’til you come for me some day.
That although we’re not together in the way we used to be,
We’re still connected by a bond no eye can ever see.
That when you need to find me, we’re never far apart.
Just look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.
I am totally freaking out!
Mom left Sunday for her monthly trip to Canada. Tonight, Dad and I were just hanging out in the office when I hear Mom’s voice… “Hey, Dakota”. I look up and sure enough, I can see Mom through the window that’s sitting on Dad’s desk. Oh boy, Mom’s home! But when I run to the other side of the desk to greet her, she’s gone. Poof! Vanished into thin air.
So I go back to Dad’s chair to look through the window again and sure as I’m born, I can see Mom plain as day. I know she’s here somewhere… but she disappears every time I head in her direction.
Here I am all confused, Mom’s sitting there grinning like the cheshire cat and all Dad says is “Dakota doesn’t understand Skype”.
Will somebody please tell me who Skype is and what he’s done to my Mom?
Google for “divot head” and I’m the #2 link!
If you don’t believe me, just go to Google, click the second link and you’ll come right back to to me!
… ’cause I didn’t get new turd. I got neutered! And just in case you’re not a feisty little male Leonberger like I am, I’m hear to tell ya they ain’t the same thing, nosiree!
I’m recovering nicely, but I can’t believe Mom did this to me. Even worse, I can’t believe Dad let her get away with it being another male and all.
Anyway, I did get my stitches out and my fur is slowly growing on the top of my noggin’ so it’s not all bad around here. Wonder if I can grow a new set of testicles?
Oh… and I officially weigh 83 pounds!
I’m seven months old today! We don’t know exactly how much I weigh because we haven’t been to the vet in a couple of weeks and I’m way too heavy for Mom to pick me up… but we think I’m somewhere between 80 and 85 pounds.
I’m sure Diane will weigh me when I go to have my stitches taken out on Tuesday. Speaking of Tuesday… I’m just a little worried. Either Mom has completely lost her marbles or there’s something really fishy going on because she keeps telling me I’m getting new turd.
First of all, I don’t know why she’d want me to have more turds than the ones I deposit in the dog run because Dad’s already complaining about how long it takes to pick up after three Leonbergers. Second, there’s no way Mom could possibly find me turds that are more grander or smellier than the ones I produce myself. I am the master of turds! Third, I don’t see how a turd could ever be considered new seeing as it started out in the food bowl and took several hours to come out the other end.
Something tells me that getting new turd is not a good surprise. Not good at all, I fear…