from Ransom: Long Time, No See, Brother!

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Long Time, No See, Brother!

Yesterday, on a whim I headed down to Republic and had lunch with my friend who has one of Ransom's litter-mates, a male named Vader. The two pups went nose to nose and recognized each other on the first sniff! They were so excited to see each other. This is the first time Ransom had seen Vader since Vader traveled to his new home about five weeks ago. The pups both have grown a LOT since then. Even though Ransom is pushing 25 pounds (age 12 weeks), her brother is a lot wider and more heavily muscled than she is (and she seems like a very muscular pup to me...she is lean and hard).

(Ransom is the pup in back that is facing forward.)

Ransom thinks Vader makes a nice chin rest...if only he would stand still!

Ransom on the attack!

Vader pushing Ransom!

Vader is on the left and Ransom (the blacker pup) is on the right.

Ransom has Vader down, but not for long! I have never HEARD so much GROWLING. They sounded horrible. If I couldn't SEE that they were only playing and loving every moment of it, I would have thought for sure both were in a fight for their very lives!

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After an extraordinarily successful day of tracking, my spokesperson took this portrait of my sister and I.
I am the stunning one. My sister, Gabby is the lazy one that had to lay down because she was too tired to sit for this picture.
Did I mention that we are both in training to be Search and Rescue Dogs? My sister, Gabby, got me involved in it. She thought I needed to branch out into something more socially acceptable than Ninja assasinations...you know, give my image more balance...make me more of a Renaissance Dog!

and Gloria (a one ton Newfoundland mix that has perceptual difficulties...poor thing is scared of her own shadow and thinks she is a teacup poodle. She is forever trying to fit her horse sized body into the tiniest little places...or worse, trying to sit in the lap of the smallest Ninja).

Obviously, BOTH of my backyard side-kicks require extensive supervision. Sadly, I realize that often I am their only link to sanity. But, then, I always knew that with great power comes great responsibility...

I was born 6-15-08. I have four brothers and four sisters. My mother was a hot-blooded, iron-willed Hispanic beauty with a shiny new green card. My father was an undercover cop used to living on the edge.

My name is Ransom Lin Pachis. Most people just call me Ransom.

"Lin" is in honor of the three Chinese (not Japanese!) Ninjas who invited me to join them when I was a mere six weeks old.

"Pachis" is in honor of my rough and tumble Hispanic ancestry. (When I still lived with all my brothers and sisters, my parents called me Tortuga, while everyone else simply called me Black...but, seriously, I'm more of a pachis than a tortuga!)

Hah!...I bet you thought I was a GERMAN shepherd! Nope. My registration papers may list that, but, I happen to be a Mexican-Chinese Shepherd! Looks can be deceiving! Oh, and don't let my rugged name or fierce athleticism fool you either--I am quite definitely a female!