For those of you who do not know Jordan, he is our "man-dog" about the house! He is a wonderful eight-year old chocolate cocker spaniel who is registered as "Sir Koko Krispy." We rescued Jordan in April 2005, and his past still haunts him on occasion. He is loving, gentle, psychotic and moody... just what you want in a pet!! He shares his thoughts of our new life in his journal below for your reading pleasure!
(See a whole bunch of new photos at the bottom of this page!)
I want to say right up front -- I don't trust anyone! For those of you who know me, you know that it is really hard for me to warm up to anyone. But, I guess I have changed a little bit -- I love my Mom, and I love my Dad. I have also come to love my Aunt Ruth Ann, my Nana and my Papa. I also really love my Uncle Tom, although we play this game every day where I bark at him when he comes home, and chase him out the door every time he leaves. It's fun!!
So, even though I've mellowed out over the last year, I've been anxious for Mom to write down a few things for all of you to read. So, like Molly, she has let me have "stream of consciousness" in what I have to say! So, enjoy and barks to you all!
Does Dark Fur Make Me Different?
In our travels, we have met many different kinds of dogs. Some are big, some are small, and some are just my size. No matter the size, I always have the same routine... I sniff their nose, then I sniff their...well, you know... Some dogs bark at me, some dogs just need me to bark at them... and I oblige! One thing I have never really paid attention to, however, is the color of the other dog's fur. I hear Mom & Dad say -- "Isn't that a really pretty yellow lab?" or "That silver poodle is adorable!" -- but I never really thought about the color of the other dog. (Dad says that all dogs are colorblind, but I don't know what that means....)
Molly and I have both noticed that humans are all different, but the two things I notice most are the smell of the human and the sound of the human's voice. I've never really noticed the color of the human's fur (oops -- they call their fur "skin," right?). Recently, everywhere we have been, humans have been talking about the new President. While I don't know what the words "African American" really means, I did notice that the new president had dark fur -- kinda like me. I still wonder why humans made such a big deal about this -- it has made me wonder if the family that first adopted me thought I was too different for them because I'm chocolate brown -- a rare color for my breed. So, what do you think -- does dark fur make me different?
Mondays are "Shirley Days"
Every other Monday, this nice lady named Shirley comes to the Compound. Mom and Dad always hustle us out to the car and we almost always go down to Nana & Papa's house to stay for the day. Sometimes, though, we go see Angie, our groomer. She gives us a bath, brushes us and gives us a haircut. I know I feel like a million bucks when she is done with us!
When we go to Nana & Papa's, we always have a really good time. Their house is really cool, and we know they have a cat there. We have never seen the cat, because she is always behind closed doors. I just want to meet her (her name is Abby) just once, but they won't let me. They say they are aftraid I might chase her. I'd never do that, unless of course she ran away from me. Wouldn't that be a sign that she wanted to play hide & seek?
When we get back home, the house is spotless! We love it -- now we can start doing what we do best! That is, of course, making a mess! Woo-hoo! We're so glad that Mondays are "Shirley Days"!
April 2008 Wow, have we been through an awful lot as a family over these last four months. Not only have we had to pick up our entire household, including all the food, snacks, beds, leashes, poopy bags, ear medicine, treats, etc. etc. but we also have had to get used to the big rolling home that the humans call the "Waggin' Wagon." And we have had a few little trials and tribulations with the Wagon, and Mom & Dad have been a bit stressed. Well, at least until last week, when the nice man at the truck place in Abilene finally figured out why we ran out of diesel twice on the road despite the thing on the dashboard showing more than half full. Molly and I found out that Mom & Dad have quite the vocabulary of words that made us find the nearest thing to hide under. Running out of diesel means that you have to sit on the side of the big highway and wait for these men that were a little scary looking to come with either a tow truck, or with a big can of diesel. Molly and I have decided we don't really care to drive through Arkansas since that was where we had these issues. We would like to avoid it the future, please.
Well, you can see on the other pages of the website that we've been traveling around a whole bunch... That means that we get to read lots of different peemail from lots of different states. Pretty cool, especially since it means that we eat even more regularly, and we have only a 36' by 8' space to guard. Oh, I really bonded with Lori when we stayed at the Weiman Inn -- see the picture below. BIG THANKS AND CUDDLES TO LAW!!
Big thanks to Ruth Ann & Tom and Nancy & Gene for their attention when Mom & Dad go play golf, or when they go to concerts!
I'm trying to not bark as much at new people, but I still have issues sometimes. I promise to work on it before we come visit with you all. A big Texas howdy to everyone!
Love Lori's lap!!
December 2007 Wow, what a crazy two months it has been! We've been in Buffalo Gap for almost a full month now, and Molly and I still haven't seen this creature called a "rattlesnake" -- we don't really know what it is, but it sure has Mom and Aunt Ruth Ann jumpy when we take a walk. Molly and I simply want to check out the ditches and culverts for the latest "pee-mail", but apparently these "rattlesnakes" like to make their homes there. Hmmm -- guess we'd better be careful about that!!
Mom and Dad are finally getting some sleep (which means that Molly and I are finally getting some sleep)! They keep bringing in these boxes and unloading stuff, and then sorting, and then loading up other stuff. Wonder how long this will go on???
The "big water" (they call it a pool) in the back is becoming more interesting every day -- apparently it's starting to get warmer. Aunt Ruth Ann really wants to go swimming, but she's probably going to have to wait a few more days.... The big Waggin' Wagon went back to San Antonio last week for some minor repairs, and we're excited about going on the road in February (whatever that means)!! Dad said today that the Waggin' Wagon's garage should be finished soon -- Molly and I think that will make Mom and Dad very happy!!
Everyone is saying "happy new year" so I'll say it too! Send treats and more treats, please!!
Santa and Jordan on Christmas Eve
November 2007 This has been a strange, yet wonderful several days here in Buffalo Gap. Last night, everyone here was rushing around cooking this large bird and other delicacies. Since Mom doesn't do this cooking thing very often, she was busy setting the table for 16 with MeMe's best china and flatware. Mom and Aunt Ruth Ann seemed a little sad when they got all that out, so I tried my best to entertain them by sitting and begging for treats -- worked great to get them to smile, but didn't work so well to get food for me.... But this tall man named Jerry came the next day (along with a whole bunch of other folks) and he spent a long time carving up the large birds -- he was my best friend and boy, did that turkey taste good!! You know, I am still getting used to having humans that actually care about me -- and this family really seems to care about each other, and me too! When I was a puppy, there were never any days like this. So, I'm grateful for my family -- and I hope you have as good a family as I do now. Although I'm not sure I know what it means, I know that people love to say "Happy Thanksgiving" to people they care about -- so to all of you who are reading this because you care -- Happy Thanksgiving!