Allie's gris-gris

Dear L and D

So last night I took Allie outside when a few stars were visible. She did her business and wandered around a little, making sure no terrorists had taken over while she was inside. Then she and Ghost came up and sat down with me. Even Ghost, who usually dances around like a wild man. They listened very soberly as I told them all about Stocker, how he wasn't some sissy show dog any more, but carried the whole weight of his humom's heart and worked night and day to make the home a perfect place for his family. How he had had several close calls and things had been growing in him that didn't belong there. How he had fought like a Malamute and was the toughest dog imaginable. That now he was in pain again and we all had to think of him and send our best Malamute energy his way to help him get through this time again. How his humom was terribly afraid for him and beside herself because he is the love of her life. How tomorrow would tell whether he had another growth or not, and that we had to be pulling for him.

They looked at me with their big brown eyes, and Allie's said to me,"never be afraid for a Malamute. Do your best, but trust us to do our very best, and that is damned good. We will give you everything we have, and that is ourselves, now. Be satisfied with that, and love and outrageously spoil us now. Every day with us is a gift, to be enjoyed anew with wonder and excitement. All those gifts will stay with you for the rest of your life."

(Allie thinks rather highly of herself, and knows I worry about her age.)

Late that night, as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a very soft, haunting sound outside my window. It was Allie, howling. She only whisper-howls, but it's very spine-tingling and I'm sure it reached as far as Bellville.
love,
c

Joining drill team

So I came in from the garden and lay down with an ice pack on my back. Allie jumped up on the bed, covered my sweaty legs with undercoat, and energetically wiped her eye snot on my arm. Tears came to my own eyes. I realized that, with Allie, every moment is a special gift. She is pure happiness in my life. Although I sometimes want to kill her, I haven't had a moment of regret. L. and TAMR will always have a special place in my life for saving her life and bringing this unique dimension into my own life. She's my mental health dog, and my happiness dog, and I can't do enough to spoil the pants off her for the rest of her life. Although I don't do much for rescue, maybe the one or two adoptions I help with help bring as much joy to somebody else.

We've been invited to join a drill team! She did splendidly walking through the steps, sits, downs and turns, but does not want to back up. If anyone has tips on how to teach that, please let me know. Imagine, a Mal on a drill team! We are supposed to perform in the 4th of July parade.

Welcome to Alexandria's Live for Today site!

Guerillera Alexandria is a unique, fantastic, incredible, gorgeous, one-of-a-kind, superb Alaskan Malamute. This blog was started by her humom to celebrate her and join her in living in the moment.

Our dogs are with us for such a short time, and sometimes we get caught up in the day-to-day rollercoaster ride of treatment, research, feeding, minute observation ... it is important to remember to enjoy all the happy times and the precious, silly and unexpected moments that make it all worthwhile. Please feel free to post here if you would like to share a moment or memory to help you Live for Today with your dog. Send me an e-mail if you would like to be a regular member.

Best to you and your dog!
Connie and Allie