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!
Medium-sized Ninja
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...
3 comments:
Dearest NEVER-writing-sister......in your picture you look so FAT! Good grief you have totally porked out.......it is about making healthy choices Ransom......not sitting around in a lush green yard doing a whole lot of NOTHING. By your most recent photo you OBVIOUSLY do need to add more fiber to your diet and you need to play ring around the rosey or something of that nature with your room mates or something to get some of that weight off!
The ONLY reason you were even concerned of my whereabouts was you THOUGHT you might inherit my toys and well as get a free trip to Alaska as for your "care taker" if you want to call her that.....MIGHT have to bring you along for funeral purposes....get over it! I see you got the post card I sent you of myself on top of a mountain.....while you sit fat as ever in green grass. I have to make a living Ransom.....I got a side job of herding reindeer that my owner did NOT know about....and here YOU go and plaster it on your blog.....I WAS NOT LOST BY ANY STRETCH OF THE IMAGINATION! And I was NOT found on the "hwy" there is no highway in this rough and tough place...it was a one way gravel rocky road "they" call it the "Nome Teller Hwy" but is it NOT an actually hwy (your small mind probably can't comprehend things like that) and I was on my way back home when I was found....it was SOOOO embarrassing! Pretty much all of Nome was out here.....it was humiliating......the reindeer were laughing at me and because now they will not listen I was fired. I have NEVER been fired before in my life! The good news is I have made a GREAT friend in my new little buddy....I call him "Little Kitty" I hear you don't like him....just because of that he is my new best friend. Be careful what you say around him......things get back to me and I don't like it..........I am watching your every move porky city slicker.
Get some of that weight off,
Gabby "The Great"
Have I pawed how great it is to have woo bakhk yet?
OH I DID?
Too bad - it has to be repeated!
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
Thank you sweet Khyra!
(I am IGNORING my horrid sister!)
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