The Rip Van Wrinkler, XIX, Issue 3, November 2015

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©2015 Katie Campbell, "Chief waiting for Santa"

"My 1/2 African dog, named "Chief" (NFC Taji's hAfrican CA SC), has completely stolen my heart.
He's the greatest companion ever, and he goes almost everywhere with me.
He happens to be doing well in just about every venue that I introduce him to.

I have a number of photos of Chief just being a dog. There's one in particular that comes to mind that I thought that you could use for a December issue. I have a potted Korean fir in my front yard in a gigantic pot, on a circular patio, underneath the canopy of my neighbors behemoth mystery tree (that sheds pine needles and cones profusely when it is not dripping sap. It's gorgeous, insanely messy, and it harbors an extended family of squirrels, amongst other creatures). Chief enjoys stalking and "hunting" in the front yard and is dedicated to his vigil.

Recently I found him *sitting* at high alert IN the potted container WITH the small tree, diligently studying the varmints in the behemoth tree. In the photos, one can easily assume that he is sitting alongside a "Christmas Tree" and looking up into the heavens. I'm seriously considering the image for a Christmas card this year, but also thought that your readers may enjoy it too.

Mark your calendars!

Our Santa Paws Gift Exchange

Join in by December 4th,

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As the Tail Turns

Maddie Chronicles Update

by Joe Stewart

MADDIE PRAYER


More Maddie Chronicles:

It was a long whining night. I had to express myself because the two legs were bad. First the blonde two legs has hidden a marinated snake in MY Yard. I know she has because I overheard them talking about spraying for snakes. Now my yard smells like the magic area where the bald two legs finds things like pizza bones and chicken. I must have been getting close to finding the marinated snake because the blonde went outside a spent a lot of time rearranging the bushes with me locked inside with my pal Gambit.

This caused the Bald two legs to be bad. He scared me! He stomped down the hall making me scream and run and then closed a door in my face separating me from my buddy Gambit. I heard Domestic Violence, he's sketchy you know, and when he opened the door she was gone! Okay so in our play we tore up the bed a bit and there was a growl, ruff, and squeal. That is no reason to abduct and murder my playmate!

Well I found out later he didn't murder her but he did deport her! Anyway I kept my distance in the living room. I watched him from over the top of the couch. I did not fall for his rise of offering treats. He said I was using an effective whack a mole technique in observing his movements. I did allow him to toss favors my way. A girls gotta eat you know. Finally, the blonde came in and stomped down the hall and showered. She separated me from the rest of the pointy pack by door. I heard them and wanted to warn them of Gambits demise but I was shut out. She came out but ignored me with "the book". The Bald guy went to my secondary nest and closed the door. I told you he was sketchy right?

Well, I was peckish, had no playmates, was ignored, it was whinefest time. All I got was a camera flash. Eventually the bald dude emerged and opened the other door and Gambit came out unscathed. Oh the fun I had. There were wiggles, and romps. The bald guy said my tail was raised so high it was touching the ceiling and I looked like an amusement park bumper car. I don't understand. Anyway decided I needed to find that marinated snake now that Gambit was back. I whined, and whined. They refused to let me into my yard. They went to bed and I whined. The blonde bored me out of the bedroom. I whined and avoided the Bald dude. He's sketchy. I told you that right? I whined and whined and trotted and whined. I jumped up on the bald guy to subdue him since he turned off the light. I whined, but he was warm, I rested my eyes for just a moment. REBOOT. I woke up and that lovely bald man was petting me. I ran back to the big girl bed with my buddy Gambit and prepared for our morning cuddles with the bald two legs. I LOVE him. I told you he makes great food and pets me right?

 



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