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!
Ransom (the One and Only Mexican-Chinese shepherd!)
Blessed with the grace of a wolf and the wiles of a coyote, I relentlessly protect the three deceptively small, but fierce, Ninjas in my care.
The Oldest Ninja is a guest author on my blog!
The oldest Ninja is pretty busy right now with track (she's a pole vaulter) and Varsity soccer (she a defender), but, she still finds time to help me out occasionally here, on my blog!
The Littlest Ninja
When not needed by the three Ninjas, I hang out at the backyard with
Rivendell (slightly psychotic border collie with a Napoleonic complex--mean as a snake if you cross the little varmit)
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...
Ahhh, dear Reader, You want to know even more about ME? Well...
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!