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Think good thoughts and Ranger’s Rants

Hello Everybuddy! Well, my Brudder Ranger is gonna be tellin’ you some of the thinks he thinks here in a second. But I wanted to ask you for some furry good wishes for my Most Wonderful furend, Lola.

Her dear daddy has been pretty sick and he’s in the hospital so that he can have some tests run. If you gets a chance, would you pretty please run by Lola’s bloggie and paw some happy thoughts? I know it would mean the whole wide world to her. Thank you, thank you!

And now, here’s Brudder Ranger…

Thank you, Mayzie. And I would just like to extend my sincere wishes to Lola’s dad for a speedy recovery.

Today I would like to talk to you about a rather, ahem, sensitive subject. This is the subject of “hugs.”

Now, why would this be sensitive, you may wonder? Especially if you are a two-legger reading this.

Because, dear friends, there are certain of us who are carrying a dark secret. One that we don’t openly share with the rest of the world.

We don’t like hugs.

There, I’ve said it. And I already feel a bit better.

Living in a primarily human world certainly has its perks. Walks, car rides, indoor living, the occasional steak dinner.

However – to me, at least – one of the least desirable drawbacks is that of hugs. I find them…uncomfortable, somewhat awkward, and frankly a little rude. This is not to say I do not enjoy physical affection. No, far from it. Truly, nothing compares to a luxurious neck massage or abdomen rubdown.

Politely hinting to my father that an abdomen rubdown would be appreciated.

But when it comes to hugging, I just don’t understand the attraction.

For years, I thought I was alone. All around me there were dogs who seemed to enjoy this most human of traits. When my sister came to live with us, one day I asked her as nonchalantly as I could, how she felt about hugs. I am not exaggerating when I say her entire face lit up and she answered me by exclaiming, “Hugs? Oh, I just luvs ’em! I thinks they’re the Most Wonderfulest Things in the Whole Wide World!” (And yes, in case you were wondering, she really does talk in capital letters.)

Sadly, it could not be more true. Each morning, she approaches my mother for what she calls “luvs time.” The ritual consists of my mother sitting on the floor and Mayzie leaning into her so that my mother can – shudder – hug her. The look on both their faces is one of pure bliss.

Well, not long ago, I happened upon a book my mother had been reading. It’s called “The Other End of the Leash” by a brilliant woman named Patricia McConnell.

In this book, she discusses many things related to the human-dog relationship. Including hugs! You see, dogs and humans simply speak different languages. Dogs speak dog and humans speak monkey ape primate. To humans, putting their arms around us is very natural and loving. However, to us dogs – another dog that lays its paw across our back or stands over us is being rude. Of course, humans don’t mean to be rude and that’s why most of us have learned to tolerate or, like Mayzie, even enjoy hugs. But I simply cannot tell you how relieved I was to learn that I am not the only dog who is uncomfortable about this unique symbol of human affection.

So my question to you, dear readers, is this: Do you (or your pet, if you are a human) enjoy hugs, or simply tolerate them? I would also be quite interested in learning how the cats in our group view this particular behavior.

Thank you, as always, for allowing me this opportunity to express my viewpoints. It is truly appreciated.

This is Ranger, wishing you a good day and good biscuits.


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Favoritest Things Friday: My Adoption Story

Hi everybuddy! Can you believes it’s Friday already? Gosh, this week has just zoomed on by!

So I thought for my favoritest thing today, I would tell you more about how I came to be adopted. It really is one of my favoritest things. I could hear mom tell it over and overs again.

Now, you already know how I got rescued and you prolly already know a little bit about my adoption from my Very First Post and from the story my mom sent to the Animal Rescue Site. But there’s even more to it than that!

Okie doke…so after I gots to feelin’ better, my Angel Donna Fostermommy sent me to this thing called an Adoption Fair. It was at this store that sells good stuffs for doggies and kittehs. It was teensy bit scary cuz I’d never been in a place like that before and there were peoples and other doggies I didn’t know. But my puppy, Smudge, came with me so that helped a little.

On that day, my mom and dad decided they needed to gets more food for Brudder Ranger. So they stopped by this very same place that I was at! While dad was off getting the food, mom decided to go over and say hi to all the doggies.

She sat down on the floor and started petting this other doggie. (I forget his name.) And I can’t tell you why, but right off the paw, I knew that she was a sucker the one for me.

Now, mom and dad had talked about getting a brudder or sister for Brudder Ranger. But they figured it would be at least another year. And they had talked all abouts the kinda dog they wanted. My dad specially had some pretty Most Specific ideas. I told you once that my dad is a Most Great hunter. So he very much wanted a dog to go hunting with. And they both wanted a dog that was confident and outgoing and not too big and not too small and a dog that could go anywhere and do anything they wanted. Cuz they go and do lots of stuff.

Me and Mom re-enacting that Most Fateful day.

Of course, I didn’t know a single bit of this at the time. I just knew that the lady sitting on the floor seemed awful nice so I tooks a deep breath, walked over, crawled in her lap and asked her if she would please take me home.

My mom told me later that at first she didn’t even notice how skinny I still was cuz she was so taken with my eyes. She said she felt like we’d known each other forever and you know, I felts just the same way.

She asked the ladies there about me and they told her my story.  I thought for sure that would close the deal but then she stood up to walk away. I was awful scared at first that she was just gonna leave but then she called my dad over. He petted me and she told him my story and he shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. But then you know what they did? THEY LEFT! And, well, I thought that was that.

But I guess after they left, my mom couldn’t quit thinking about me. Later on that day, she told my dad that there was something about that little dog that she just couldn’t get off her mind. My dad just shrugged it off cuz sometimes my mom can get a bee in her bonnet and if you ignore her, the bee will finally go home where it belongs.

Not this time.

On Monday, my mom told a friend of hers, Gail, about me. Gail is a sucker dog lover too and she was Most Enabling Encouraging to my mom. So my mom wrote my Angel Donna Fostermommy an email to ask about me. Angel Donna wrote her back and answered all her questions. And that night my mom went home and told my dad what she’d done and all the stuffs she’d learned about me.

And my dad still thought maybe, just maybe, that bee would go on home.

But the bee stayed and my mom kept talking. And my dad finally said, well, maybe they could come visit me.

Now, my Angel Donna lived a million miles 3 whole hours away from where we live now. But mom and dad put Brudder Ranger in the car and they drove all that way to say hello to me again.

Oh! I was Most Excited to see them! I wiggled and wagged and they sat in the floor with me and I shyly invited dad to play a little bit of tug. And he was real sweet and didn’t pull too hard and I liked that abouts him.

Me and Brudder Ranger re-enacting when we first met.

Me and Brudder Ranger re-enacting when we first met.

THEN I got to meet Brudder Ranger! I was a little uncertain at first but gosh, I could tell right away he was the Most Awesomest Dog That Ever Lived. We walked around the yard and I showed him all the best places to sniff and tinkle. It was Most Lovely.

And then, if you can believes this, they left me again!! (If you can’t tell by now, they don’t make decisions very snappy-fast.)

Mom says when they left, they went and had lunch and talked a little about me. But Dad was still unsure. See, he had this picture in his head of what the Most Perfect dog would be. And, well, to tell you the truth, I wasn’t it.

So mom just let him cogitate on it real good for a day or so. As much as she wanted to adopt me, she said she knew she couldn’t pressure him into doing something so important as adding a family member. So she tried to keep that crazy bee real quiet but finally she just couldn’t stand it anymore. And so she just flat-out asked him what he had decided and he said…


Oh, my mom was so very much happy that she started leaking buckets right away. And she hugged and kissed my dad and and told him how much she loved him and thank you, thank you, thank you.

So it was all settled and two weeks later – on March 28th – I went back to the Adoption Fair. But this time it wasn’t to look for the Most Perfect Home That Ever Was. It was because I had already found it and they were coming to take me there for good. And now dad says that it turns out I was exactly the dog they were looking for after all!

And it’s all because of my Angel Donna and my mom and my sweet dad and one Most Crazy bee!


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An email surprise

Hello there, everybuddy! How’s your Tuesday? Mine is very much good so far. I got to eats breakfast and then I helped mom make her oatmeal and then I prerinsed her bowl. And then here in a little bit, I’m gonna go help my dad fix his breakfast and then I’m gonna prerinse his plate. And then after that I’m gonna go lay on the BED for awhiles and make sure that nobody puts out their trash without mom and dad knowing about it.

Whew! I have a lots to accomplish in the morning-times.

BUT…I wanted to tell you something pretty neat that happened to me yesterdays.

Okay, I bets you have prolly heard of that Most Wonderful Animal Rescue Site. But if you haven’t, it’s a very-much-fabulous place where you just go and click a button and poof! they give foodables to doggies and kittehs in shelters. Well, cuz my mom isn’t so great at remembering to do stuffs like that every day, she signed up to have them sends us a reminder email.

So yesterday morning we opened up our email reminder and lookie what we found!

Did you recognize anyone you know? Look real close. Yep, that’s ME! My mom sent them my adoption story (the abridged version) and my picture awhile back and then yesterday, they featured me on their email reminder! How Most Amazing is that? I thought this was especially very appropriate since it’s my Gotcha Week and all.

If you’re a rescue dog or kitteh and you haven’t done it already, you should runs right over there and tell ’em your story, too!

Oh, and while you’re there, be sure to do that clicky thing so that those poor disadvantaged doggies and kittehs who haven’t yet found their Most Perfect Homes That Ever Were will get lots of delicious noms to eat!

Wiggles & Wags & a Million Doggie Kisses for a Most Marvelous Tuesday!


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My Most Silly Mom

Good Monday, everydoggie and kitteh!

Okay, so me and my mom have been watching some of our buddies’ videos and we thought maybe we should give it a try. We decided to show you how very much excited I get at dinnertime. (Oh gosh, I LUVS dinner time a LOT!) But because we are not Most Expert videoers, it turned out all kinds of dark. And ohmidogness, you shoulda seen the look on mom’s face when she heard her voice! So she thought that maybe we should try a different video another time without all her talking.

But the thing is, I just luvs it when my mom talks to me like this. It makes me SO happy and wiggly all over. So I decided to put it on here anyways. I have a feeling she will be Most Mortified but I just wanted you to see…er…hear one of the reasons I luvs my silly mom!


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Ranger’s Reflections: Mayzie

Greetings! Alert readers of this column will notice that I have changed the title for today. The reason for this is that I would like to speak with you regarding the subject of my dear little sister’s upcoming…as she terms it…Gotcha Day.

I met Mayzie for the first time at her foster mother’s house. I thought she seemed nice enough, albeit a bit too forward. She insisted upon shadowing my every move, uttering things like, “Hi. Whatcha doing? I think you’re cute. I really like that spot on your head…does it come off? Whatcha sniffin’?” Occasionally I would say, “Please, miss, you’re crowding me a bit.” And she would just wag her tail and say, “Oh gosh, I’m most sorry! Hey! Have you sniffed over here? It smells GREAT!”

Quite honestly, I was relieved when we got in the truck and left. All mom and dad could talk about was how well we got along. I had no idea why this thrilled them so but I dismissed it and thought no more about it.

Until two weeks later, when they brought her home. My, what a surprise! They had been telling me that I was going to have a little sister. But (and I am quite embarrassed about this now), I had no idea the definition of that term. Having never had a sister before, for all I knew it meant, “someone who comes for a visit and then leaves.” And that’s exactly what I thought was going to happen.

So, being the proper host that I am, I did my best to make her feel at home. But the girl was, how shall I put this delicately?, backwards. She didn’t even know how to walk up and down stairs, for crying out loud poor dear. And it seemed odd to me that mom and dad were putting a lot of effort and time into someone who wasn’t going to be staying. Finally I decided to address this with dad and I asked him point-blank when she was leaving. Imagine my shock when I learned that “sister” meant that she was now a permanent part of our family!!!

This, of course, changed everything. I immediately set about establishing boundaries and rules. The first rule I established was what belonged to me. Which was, of course, everything. The couch, the bed, the toys (which I admit, I hadn’t played with in years), mom, dad…all of it was mine. I also established a 2 foot zone around me that was my own personal space and which she must not cross at any time or risk the consequences.

Mom and Dad soon explained to me that I did not, in fact, own everything. And that I must learn to “share.” As an only dog, this “sharing” concept was a difficult one but with my parents’ constant nagging gentle reminders, it is one that I have finally been able to grasp.

The break-through in our relationship came on the night this photo was taken. Mayzie had lived with us for approximately two months. We were in the backyard and well, I don’t know what came over me. She looked so sad and forlorn. Suddenly I could see how new and frightening all this must be to her. And I knew in my heart that I hadn’t helped ease her difficult transition into a real household. So, I took a deep breath and invited her to a rousing game of chase. When we got finished, we ran inside and jumped on the couch and my mother, with her ubiquitous camera, snapped the picture you see here.

After that, I decided that perhaps having a sister wasn’t so bad. She has actually taught me a lot about simply relaxing and enjoying the finer points of being a dog.

Like the art of tug (which, by the way, I always win)…

And that delightful bitey-face game…

For my part, I have made it a point as her big brother to lead by example. For instance, if we are in a situation she finds frightening, I try to show her that it truly isn’t so terrible and she seems to gain courage from that. I am proud of the progress she has made and I believe – in the most humble way, of course – that this is due in no small part to my guidance.

Of course, I still insist on my own personal space. She’s always asking if she can cuddle with me and I steadfastly refuse (ahem, well, on most occasions anyway). And if she tries to run over me during a game of chase, I can assure you that I give her a piece of my mind.

But, for the most part, I am finding that the word “sister” means more to me than I ever thought it could.

Oh, and if you ever breathe a word of this to her, I shall deny every bit of it.

This is Ranger…wishing you good-night and good biscuits.


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Favoritest Things Friday

Happy Friday, every doggie and kitteh!

OH! I am so very much excited to bark at you today about this particular Favoritest Thing! It is SOOOOO special.

Okay, okay. So I haves a human cousin named Noel. This is a picture of her with her brudder, Zero the Chihuahua and her sister, Phoebe the Boston Terrier. (Noel is the one on the far right.) Noel was about  3-1/2 years old in this picture but she’s getting ready to turn FIVE!

Noel and Phoebe LUVS Halloween! Zero - not so much. (PeeS. Ripley says Zero isn't a REAL pirate.)

So mom and me were sittin’ around, trying to decide what we should gets this special little girl for her birthday. When TAH-DAH! It came to me! So we hurried up and got on the computer and a hundred years a few days later…

It's here! It's here! It's finally here!

Oh! I couldn’t wait! FINALLY (with a little help from mom), we got it open and…

That’s right! IT’S TWINKIE’S BOOK! Right here in my own house!

I could hardly wait to read it. So we opened it up, and do you know what that Twinkie did? She also sent us some Most Nifty stickers. Oh gosh, I know Noel will luvs those a lot!

This must be what Twinkie smells like. A little like cinnamon, if you're interested.

But that’s not all. We even got Twinkie’s very own, personal PAWTOGRAPH! I tell you, I almost fell over with all that niceness.

And she even put Noel's name in it!

So after all that, I settled down to read it. My favoritest part of the outside of the book (other than Twinkie, of course) is this Most Beautiful and Delicious-Looking bone. I tried to take a taste but mom said it wasn’t reals.

Nom nom nom!

I was a teensy bit disappointed about that. But I got over it real quick once I started reading all abouts Twinkie’s Most Compelling story.

Oh, haha! This is when I got to the part about Twinkie being stung by a bumble bee. It was a little scary. (Note to self: Do NOTS play with bumble bees!)

Whoa! Bumble bees will mess you up!

And when I gots finished reading it, I read it two more times. And then I made mom read it to me THREE more times. Oh gosh, it is a Most Wonderful book and I know Noel will LUVS it as much as I did! Thank you, Twinkie (and Twinkie’s Mom) from the bottom of my little heart!

This book has been Mayzie Approved.



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In which I am rescued

Guess what happens in 10 days from today? GUESS! Oh, okay. I’ll just tell you. I celebrate my Gotcha Day Birthday!

Yep, it was almost a year ago – on March 28th – that I came to live with mom and dad. Gosh, on one paw, it seems like only yesterday. And on the other paw, it seems like I have always been a part of my family.

So I thought maybe you’d want to hear a little more how I came to be rescued in the first place. Now, before I start, I want to gets one thing straight. I’m not tellin’ you this to make you feel sorry for me or anything. I’m telling you this cuz I thought you might like to know why I considers myself to be the Luckiest Dog That Ever Ever Lived.

Okay, so it was January of 2009 in eastern Collie-rado and my Angel Donna Fostermommy got a call from a person saying that they had a puppy they wanted to surrender to her rescue. So she got in her car and drove over to this person’s house and they met her at the door and handed her the puppy.

Here’s a picture of the puppy. His name is Smudge. Isn’t he the Most Adorable??

So my Angel Donna Fostermommy told the person that she’d like to see the mama cuz sometimes adopters have questions about what the mama looked like. (But she really just said that cuz she wanted to see what kinda condition the mama was in. Isn’t she so smart?) So the person said okay and took her to the backyard.

And that’s the first time I met her. Cuz, you see, I was the mama!

Well, my Angel Donna Fostermommy was none too happy with what she saw, I can tell you that! I was a real skinny minnie cuz they weren’t all that much keen on givin’ me a whole bunch of foodables or anything. And I didn’t have any water and all I had for shelter was this kind of plywood shelf thingie turned on its side. Of course, I thought it was all perfectly normal cuz that’s the only life I had known. (I had no idea there was such a thing as a BED at that point. Can you imagine?)

I felt a little shy but I could tell that this lady was real nice and so I went up to her and wiggled and wagged and told her how very pleased I was to meet her. I heard her asking that person who lived in the house if they would surrender me to rescue, too. But they said no…that they wanted to keep me.

She had a real sad look on her face but said okay and then she left. I was sorry to see her go and that sure was a lonely night without Smudge.

But what I didn’t know was that when my Angel Donna Fostermommy got home, she couldn’t quit thinking about me. She told her husband-man that she just couldn’t leave me there like that. And he said…well, then, I guess you better go back and get her.

So the next day she got in her car and drove back out to where I was living. And she talked and talked to the person in the house and they finally said that okay, I could go with her. I didn’t know it then but that was the Most Lucky day of my whole entire life!

Well, she took me back to her house and gave me a crate with soft blankies in it. And she gave me some food and all the water I could drink. Gosh, I still remember how good that water tasted cuz I was really thirsty. And Smudge was there, too! It was all kinda scary in a way cuz I didn’t know what to expect. But I also knew that my life had just gotten a whole lot better.

After I put on some weight and was feeling more myself, Angel Donna Fostermommy took my pictures and put together a Petfinder ad for me. Here are the pictures she took. My mom said she looked at them a million times from the time we met at the Adoption Fair til they brought me home.

If you look at my Petfinder ad, you will prolly notice that my name wasn’t Mayzie then. Angel Donna Fostermommy gave me the name “Angel.” (Which is ironic cuz that’s the name I gave her, too!) Anyways, she told my mom a couple of months ago that she picked out that name for me cuz she couldn’t believe how sweet and loving I was even though I lived in that icky place. Well, I thought that was a very nice thing to say but whoa! did it ever make my mom all kinds of leaky!

So anyways, Smudge got adopted by some nice peoples and then just a few weeks later, I got adopted by my mom and dad.

Now you know why I considers myself to be the Luckiest Dog That Ever Ever Lived! And I make sure to tell my mom and dad every day how much I luvs them and how happy I am to live here and how grateful I am for every teeny tiny little moment of my life.


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(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: St. Paddy’s PSA

Hello Everybuddy. Me and Brudder Ranger would like to talks to you about something very serious. We hopes you have a Most Happy St. Patrick’s Day. So go out there and drink your green beers and eats your shamrocks. But please, whiles you’re celebrating…

PLEASE, whatever you do…

Remember to JUST SAY NO to Mango sticky rice and smoothies! Do your part to help save the Relentlessly Huge.

Thank you.


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