It’s Frog Friday!

FullSizeRender-18Luckily my life is rarely boring, in part because Doc can always come up with some hair-brain idea to keep us busy. I have to admit that we go on some very interesting adventures together. This week Doc told me to get in the car because we were going to the wetland park for Frog Friday. I didn’t even resist. I like parks and I like frogs, so off we went.

When we arrived, I saw that it was sponsored by the Mad Scientist Associates and was worried they may be turning frogs in to princes or that they were messing with their DNA and creating big killer frogs. Seeing my concern Doc looked at me like I had lost my marbles and told me to get out of the car. I soon saw families with kids and some other dogs, so I figured it must be safe.

One of the scientists talked about how active the frogs are at this time of year as they emerge from their winter hideouts and make their way to the wetland pools. He then encouraged us to get out our flashlights and begin our hot pursuit of the amphibians. Those slimy little suckers were plentiful, but fast. I have webbed feet, but Doc had a harder time not slipping and falling on her keaster. We all laughed and had fun as we searched.

After about an hour, we were done and ready to go home. There is only so much quality time you can spend with frogs before it becomes mundane. When Doc told me it was time to leave, I picked up the squirming bag of frogs that I had caught and carried it between my teeth and headed toward the car. “Grover, what are you are doing with that bag of frogs?” she asked with a look of horror on her face. “Well aren’t we having frog legs for dinner?” I asked. “Heavens no, she said, what ever gave you that idea? Now go put those frogs back in the pond.” Reluctantly, I did what I was told.

Go figure, just when I was feeling all proud of catching our dinner, my dreams were smashed to pieces. I guess another night of dog food never hurt anyone, but I bet those frog legs would have been tasty.

 

groverpic ” Dogs for a reason that can only be described as divine have the ability to forgive, let go of the past and live each day joyously. It’s something the rest of us strive for.”

— Jennifer Skiff

Catch Me if You Can!

Photo by Emily Kirk

Photo by Emily Kirk

Some of my favorite days are when Doc’s family come over to eat and celebrate a special day or event. The house fills with laughter and playful energy and the smells of good food waffle out of the oven and through the air. When people start eating, I quietly move between the kitchen and the dining room waiting for food to drop on the floor. You’d be surprised what I end up with when no one is looking.

Usually after everyone has eaten, things become quiet and for me, that is when boredom starts to set in. On this particular spring day, I was quietly listening on the back porch as the adults yammered on and on. The kids looked bored as well, so I thought a little action was in order. I went over to the screen door and looked inside. I spotted 14 year-old Cole’s Nike flip-flops on the floor. Doc, thinking I wanted to go inside for a drink of water, opened the door to let me in. In two seconds I grabbed those flip-flops, ran back outside and jumped off the back patio into the grass. It was on! The adults were yelling and the kids jumped up and started chasing me around the yard. Everyone broke out into laughter as they tried their best to retrieve the sandals, but with my long legs, I was way too fast.

As 6 year-old Willow came close, I slowed down just  long enough for her to grab the sandals.  We had a tug of war for a while, but I finally relented. Sometimes it’s best to let the youngest one be the hero of the day.

After everyone left, Doc and I talked about what a nice day we all had and that spending time with those we love is so important.  It just goes to show you that it really doesn’t take anything fancy to have fun, especially when Doc provides the food and I provide the entertainment.

groverpic ” No man can me condemned for owning a dog. As long as he has a dog, he has a friend; and the poorer he gets, the better friend he has.”

— Wil Rogers

When Birds Attack!

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Photo by Angela Kirk

It was one of those beautiful spring days where the temperature was perfect and a light breeze blew the scent from the lilac blossoms through the air. I had been enjoying the day laying in the lush green grass when I decided to go back into the house to wait for my supper. Doc got up and opened the sliding glass door to let me in and I sprawled out on the rug next to Doc’s chair while she was watching the news.

We had just settled in when we both saw a large form speeding toward the glass door followed by the sound of a large whack against the glass. Both of us jumped up to see a large red tail falcon and a morning dove lying startled on the patio floor. You could almost see the stars circling around their heads as they tried to recover from hitting the glass. The dove flew away first and was quickly followed by the falcon. It only took a second for Doc and I to realize that the dove was meant to be the falcon’s dinner.

I saw the horror on Doc’s face as she watched the falcon catch the morning dove and kill it. Now Doc grew up in the country and has heard things being killed in the night and found left over carcasses outside, but she has never watched the chase and final demise of such a gentle bird as a morning dove. I could tell it was getting to her when she left the room for a while. Being a canine and a bird dog, I felt the opposite. My primal instincts kicked in and I just wanted to get outside, catch that Falcon and bring it home to Doc for our dinner.

Moments later, a second falcon landed on the fence to supervise. At first we thought their might be a fight, but we soon realized that this was the mate, coming to help carry dinner back to the nest. It wasn’t long before they flew away with their prey, leaving only the feathers behind.

Through out the next day, I could tell that Doc was still unsettled by what she had witnessed the evening before. Nature does have a way of reminding us that there is indeed a circle of life and that it can be brutal to watch.

After arriving home from work that afternoon, Doc happened to look in the back yard and noticed that little brown sparrows were picking up the dove feathers and carrying them up in the tree to build a nest for their future family. I saw a smile come over Doc’s face as she realized that new life would soon begin.

groverpic ” When I am sad there is no greater comfort than the silent devoted companionship of my dog.”

— Aplacetolovedogs.com

Mystic Meeting

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Photo by Angela Kirk

The most wonderful thing about the internet is that you never know who will read your blog and contact you. Last October, right before Halloween I wrote a blog about the Stoner House in Westerville, Ohio that was built in the late 1800’s. It not only acted as an Inn and spa, but was also a stop on the Underground Railroad. We talked about the Inn being haunted and I happened to mention that a business by the name of Mystic Nirvana is housed in the upstairs.

One day while checking my fan mail there was a message from a nice lady named Brenda that happens to be the owner of Mystic Nirvana. Miss Brenda is a Master Clairvoyant and Psychic Medium. She wrote Doc and me a nice message complimenting our blog and inviting us to come and visit if we would like to know more information about the Stoner House. We didn’t even think twice about the invitation and set up a date to go and visit.

As we entered the building and climbed the steps we were warmly greeted by Brenda who showed us into her office. As you know, I am a big dog and as I was sniffing the space, I almost knocked over Brenda’s glass orb right off of its stand. Luckily she removed it before I could do any damage. Doc was slightly horrified as I was not making the greatest first impression. Soon I settled down on a nice rug and listened while she and Doc talked.

As you know everyone has a story. I listened as Brenda told Doc about how in her college years she began to have some psychic experiences. Growing up in a home and a church that believed that anything termed psychic was part of the devil, she struggled with coming to terms with what she was experiencing. Over time she worked through her own doubts and fears and followed the path she felt drawn to. Her story made me think about how many times people don’t listen to their inner voice and make life choices based solely on pleasing others.

During the visit, Brenda shared some interesting photos taken on the back porch of Stoner House showing brilliant lights coming up from the area where the runaway slaves had been hidden. Brenda feels that the Inn continues to be haunted by spirits that have not crossed over.

After they were done talking, Brenda took us on a tour of the entire upstairs. She asked me to be on the look out for any spirits that might be present. I sensed nothing in the first few rooms and when we went into the kitchen I was mostly looking for food that might have dropped on the floor. Then she asked me to come down the hall and go into the bathroom. She said some people had felt some negative energy in there. I went in through the door and stopped right in my tracks. I am not going to tell you what I saw, but Doc knew I was scared because I put my tail between my legs, cowered and backed out that door and headed right for the steps to leave. Even Doc looked a little startled and said she would wait until she got home to use the bathroom. As there were some other people who had arrived to see Brenda, Doc and I thanked her for her time and left.

Some of you reading this may not believe in an after life or that people have the ability to connect with the other side. As for this dog, I believe anything is possible. I like to think that when the day comes that Doc and I are no longer together on this earth that we will meet again on the other side and continue our special loving bond. For me, that would be heaven.

 

 

groverpic ” Dogs lives are too short. Their only fault really.”

— Agnes Sligh Turnbull

Idaho Woman Blames Sasquatch for Car Crash

GTY_bigfoot_tk_131002_16x9_608For all of my regular blog readers you may recall that not only am I a big fan of the show “Finding Bigfoot”, but that I am also a believer. Thanks to Doc being an avid and alert news reader, she saw this article and immediately brought it to my attention. Now I am excitedly passing it on to you as more proof that Bigfoot does exist!

Apparently this poor Idaho resident was minding her own business while driving on the highway and crashed into a deer because she was distracted by Sasquatch. When the sheriff’s arrived on the scene, the 50- year old woman told them that she saw Sasquatch chasing the deer down the side of the road while she was driving. When she looked in her mirror to get a second look at the big fella, whack, she ran right into the deer.

Apparently Sasquatch had left the scene of the accident by the time the law arrived and I have to admit that doesn’t say much about the beasts empathy. He should have stayed to help the poor woman since he did cause the accident, but maybe he was afraid of being taken into custody. As the sheriff did not find any signs of Bigfoot, the incident was recorded as a vehicle vs. deer accident.

When I read this story, I thought it was more proof that bigfoot lives among us. When I told Doc my theory she burst out laughing as she remains in the non believer camp. It gets my goat when she starts asking me why they have never captured or found one dead. “Where’s the proof?” she asks. I told her that Sasquatch is too smart to leave a trail or be captured. Anyway, sometimes you just have to believe in something even though you’ve never seen it.

Personally, I am looking forward for the day when I run into bigfoot and invite him over to our house. I can’t wait to see the look on Doc’s face when she comes home to see the two of us stretched out on the sofa watching “Finding Bigfoot” reruns. I may even invite that woman from Idaho so she hang out with us, take a selfie and sent it to sheriff’s department as proof.

groverpic ” Dogs are miracles with paws.”

— Susan Kennedy