The Force is Strong

Hey All.

WOW! this Blogville is one amazing place.  Thank you so much for making me feel so welcome.  As you know my name is Buddy and I came to my forever home to live with my momma, that's what I call her, I'm a Southern dog after all, just one week ago.  I just could not be happier.  I have a wonderful home, with just about the best yard ever.  In my short time here with my momma I have experienced so many wonderful new things.  Things like hiking, swimming (I need to work on that one), lots of Angel Gooses friends have greeted me, going to church, off leash romping and so much more.  Momma has told me all about my brother Angel Goose.  WOW he was just amazing, I have some big paws to fill.  But my momma said I am my own dog and there is no need to be exactly like Goose.  I have to say that is a relief.  But I will say many of the things Goose enjoyed I am finding I love too, like hiking. And there seems to be one thing that I never knew I would care so much about and enjoy.

There I was enjoying my big back yard, when I heard a voice.  Yes a voice.  A voice giving me a mission.  I was unsure at first.  I thought I might be delirious with happiness at the realization that I have a forever home.  But the voice was strong. So I heeded it's call.

"Save the sticks" it said.  "Save the sticks."  So I looked down and there on the ground was a helpless stick.  With the voices help I picked it up.  Oh My Goodness, the feeling I felt.  Helping something that could not help it's self.   I now knew what my mission in life would be... saving sticks.

I could tell the voice was pleased.

I now knew what my mission in life would be... saving sticks.

Then the voice said not all sticks are the same.  Some are small and some are large.  But all needed rescue no matter size, color, or type.  No matter what the sticks are called: sticks, branches, logs, stumps, even trees.  Then the voice said this is an important lesson in life.  No matter the pug or Pit, Golden or Wiem, black, white or zebra strip.  Always be kind and help those in need.  For one day you may be the rescuer and someday you may be the stick.   I was confused, not sure what that meant.  Then the voice guided me to what he called his "rescued beaver sticks". 

 

B--E--A--V--E--R?  What's a beaver?  The voice said it is a creature that saves sticks as well, and uses the rescued sticks to make it's home.  The voice said I will see a beaver soon enough when I go hiking, but for now I needed to practice saving beaver sticks or what some call beaver logs, because they are bigger and longer and heavier.  I must be a fit dog if I am to give my all to save any stick in need.

Oh My Goodness beaver sticks are big! 

.And I found that they can be hard to handle.  But I was determined.

Come on Beaver Stick work with me.  I am a stick saver in training.  I'm only here to help.

The voice kept encouraging me. And I felt his presence strong within me.

Soon I began to find my way.  Starting slow in my carrying style.  Balance is key.

In no time I was carrying the beaver stick across the yard.  Slow and steady.  My confidence was building.  I could tell the voice was proud.

And with the voices encouragement I began to run with the beaver stick.  It felt light as a feather.

The voice smiled, I could feel it.  And I smiled too.  And my momma smiled with tears in her eyes.  My purpose in life revealed.  The voice said yes, but that is not my only purpose in life. 

 

My most important purpose and mission is to love and care for momma, the one he calls MOM.  And that sounded like the most important and beautiful thing to me.  Momma said the voice, the one she calls Goose, is strong in me.

Blessings,
Buddy