R.I.P Baby

There is no easy way to say this Baby has passed on to that place where all good dogs go. I don't know if there is a heaven and I don't know about the other place.

I do know that Baby was a brave and loving soul. When I met Baby I was just coming out of my most painful period . I wrote about the 4th of July party I got to go to at Meg's folks house . Baby had the wobbles and he was always in some kind of discomfort. He was so brave and so filled with love it made me want to be brave.

As my followers may recall Baby let me play with his toys and accepted me into his house and yard as an equal. 

I remember licking him and tasting his pain. I also tasted his love and it was immense.

Meg carried Baby in her hand when he was a whelp he weighed 6 pounds . Baby was loved and Baby loved his people. He was a brave warrior that fought through the pain.

His pain is over. There are many tears to be shed Meg, Susan ,Mark, and Matt my  heart goes out to you. Bones cried last night when he found out. 

He hugged me extra tight . Bones had to put down his companion of 14 years not so long ago. Her name was Allie a border collie mix and one of the sweetest dogs ever. 

Roxy and I have some big paws to fill. Roxy helped Bones through his period of loss She is an expert on such matters and will be there for Mark and Meg and Susan and Matt. If I am needed I will also be there for them.

I choose to believe that Baby and Allie are running and sniffing and chasing each other as I write this.

Their pain is gone and they are free. 

I love you Meg I love you Susan I love you Baby 

This one is for Baby:  Hugs from the valley 

Cash Fargo Bellinger

The best present is love

                                       What a weekend 

Saturday we went to Deb's cousins house. I knew before I went that I would not be allowed inside the house, I had reconciled myself to that fact. I was told about Casey a 15 year old pooch. He is one of the lucky ones  that has a human who loves him. True mooey his owner is a little overboard but she is a sweetheart. 

 I hung in the car  for a couple of hours and it was no big deal. Casey has vestibular syndrome, it makes him dizzy.

 Mooey doesn't want him to hang out with other dogs because she thinks he doesn't know he is a dog. Mooey, he knows he is is a dog.

Sunday I heard That Meg,Susan,Jesse and Dan where coming up for dinner. I was hoping  Roxy was coming to visit.

Evidently Bones has to get his act together and build a fence before this can happen.

 I got anxious about an hour before they arrived. Susan and Megan and Jesse are very special to me. They are the reason I was able to get the treatment for the aspergelosis so in  essence they saved my life. I hadn't seen Susan for a long time, she was as happy to see me as I was to see her. She brought me the best toy I have ever had. The toy was a furry tree with 3 squeaky squirrels inside. The object is to pull the 3 squirrels through the holes and play with them. Susan gave me lessons and I caught on very quickly. I soon discovered " the Cash method" this entailed shacking the furry log and watching the squirrels fly in all directions. The beauty of this game is the humans have to gather the squeakies and put them back in the log, interactive you might say.

 Meg and Susan were petting me and loving me so much I felt like a king. Murphy at one point had  enough of my arrogance, he attacked me and whooped me up side the head. I had to be calmed down. 

It all worked out, when Susan was leaving she gave Murphy a good head and body rub ,he was purring loudly on his spot on top of the hutch.

It felt really neat to see Susan and Meg I love them they love me. The cool part was Deb and Susan got to know each other. This is a great deal for me I have three great women in my life and they all love me. Jealous much?  You should be. I hope to visit more with Susan and Meg in the coming year.

The new year is almost here Bone's is almost moved out of his old house. I do not want to go back. Cash is digging on his new life folks.

Spread some love around, the world will be a better place.

Hugs from the valley: Cash Fargo Bellinger

Merry Christmas:

 I am not sure what this whole deal is all about, there is quite a flurry of activity at the Deb house. In the corner is a fantastic tree adorned from  top to floor  with hanging shiny things. There are lights on the tree and I have a new hoodie. I wore it in the field this morning I have to admit it keeps me very warm.

The cats do not have  new hoodies, I bet they are jealous. Today we go see Debs people, they have taken Bones in like family and last time we went to one of their houses I got to play and strut and primp in their back yard. Today I will have to stay in the car but that is ok with me.

Deb got out her Wedgwood china for the gathering on Sunday. Meg, Jesse, Dan, and Meg's  mom Susan are coming up for dinner. I want Roxy to come but we are not sure about her and the cats yet ( fence the back yard already Bones).

Deb cleaned the house while Bones stayed out of her way. He considers this helpful. I attack the loud rolling monster with the long tail, turns out it is called a vacuum cleaner.

All in all this is my best ever christmas in my life. I am loved by many people I am inside the house and not out in the cold under the bird cages, I have my new hoodie the cats and I dig each other.  Bones and Deb are enjoying their new lives together.

Bones is a cynic he is always waiting for the ax to fall. Deb thinks he is projecting things from his past.

As for me I am living in the now and now is a really good time.

I hope you all have love in your life. Remember don't be afraid to say I love you to your special people.

Everyday is special:  Hugs from the valley  Cash Fargo Bellinger

Can't we all just get along?

Here we go on free form writer. The subject of the day,is your dog friendly? In my case the more pertinent question would be,"Is your master friendly?".  Bones is not known for his patience, add to that the fact he has not been able to take out his inner fire in the surf since his accident and you have a somewhat volatile situation.

We were in the squirrel meadows the other day minding our own business when he spotted a rat terrier on a leash approaching from a distance. We were at the bench quite a distance from said dog and owner. Bones put me on the leash in anticipation of an altercation. The thinking was the dog would pass with his owner and I would then be let off my leash and all would be well with the world. Before we knew it the little rat was standing right by me literally in my face. The owner said,you guessed it, "Is your dog friendly?". It was all I could do to keep Bones from erupting, here I was with this tasty morsel in my mouth so to speak and the human is dense enough to pose this stupid question?

I know I seem a little uptight today it's this holiday tenseness. People are tailgating the vibe in the stores is uptight and whatever this ho ho ho is all about doesn't seem to be all that friendly.

I need to chill out the rest of the people on the road need to chill out and Bones needs to chill out.

I am going to lie down and play with my favorite toy.
Bones is going to lie down and play with his favorite toy.

Remember tis the season to be jolly. Be jolly don't tailgate don't stick your little dog in my mouth and don't ask if my human is friendly sometimes he isn't.

Hugs from the valley:  Cash Fargo Bellinger

Can't we all just get along?

Here we go on free form writer. The subject of the day,is your dog friendly? In my case the more pertinent question would be,"Is your master friendly?".  Bones is not known for his patience, add to that the fact he has not been able to take out his inner fire in the surf since his accident and you have a somewhat volatile situation.

We were in the squirrel meadows the other day minding our own business when he spotted a rat terrier on a leash approaching from a distance. We were at the bench quite a distance from said dog and owner. Bones put me on the leash in anticipation of an altercation. The thinking was the dog would pass with his owner and I would then be let off my leash and all would be well with the world. Before we knew it the little rat was standing right by me literally in my face. The owner said,you guessed it, "Is your dog friendly?". It was all I could do to keep Bones from erupting, here I was with this tasty morsel in my mouth so to speak and the human is dense enough to pose this stupid question?

I know I seem a little uptight today it's this holiday tenseness. People are tailgating the vibe in the stores is uptight and whatever this ho ho ho is all about doesn't seem to be all that friendly.

I need to chill out the rest of the people on the road need to chill out and Bones needs to chill out.

I am going to lie down and play with my favorite toy.
Bones is going to lie down and play with his favorite toy.

Remember tis the season to be jolly. Be jolly don't tailgate don't stick your little dog in my mouth and don't ask if my human is friendly sometimes he isn't.

Hugs from the valley:  Cash Fargo Bellinger

Indoor Plumbing?

There is a big tree in the corner of the house. It is some kind of pine tree and smells  quite nice.

 Seemingly the idea was to bring a little bit of the outdoors inside. I assumed at first it might be my new leg-lifting area. That only seemed fair since the cats get to do their business inside, perhaps I was no longer going to have to brave the cold outdoors to accomplish my duties.

 Slowly something very strange began to occur.
 The barren tree grew lights and started to twinkle in the night. Later the tree sprouted an angel on top and glorious orbs of wonderment appeared on its branches. As the days progressed more and more of the little items showed up on the limbs. There were cats and dogs and birds and butterflies and moons. I began to notice a theme, the decorations ( these are what I have learned they are called) all seemed to be smiling. Many of the hanging objects have faces and all of the faces are smiling. Bones calls it the face tree, Deb calls it the happy face tree.

 I wanted to call it the lift my leg tree but it turns out that is not the case.

 Don't tell anyone but I have seen Murphy do thinks to the tree that are inappropriate. Murphy has carte blanche so all is fair.

What ever you believe in, how ever you celebrate try to put aside your differences and let some light shine to your fellow man. We are still at war ,many of our young men are in places so horrible that a thing as simple as a happy face tree would seem like a marvel to them.

To me this is a joyous time.  It sounds corny but count your blessings show some love to those around you and share your feelings. I still want to lift my leg on the tree but now all those faces are watching.

Hugs from the valley:   Cash Fargo Bellinger

One+One=One

                         It turns out that two people together can complete each other.

    Bones is amazed by Deb. The fact that as a woman she has managed to carve out a career in a male dominated world simply astounds him. She has managed to secure herself a little piece of the pie. She has a nice house and a great job doing smart stuff with computers.

 Bones has spent his life at the beach riding waves and etching out a living from odds and ends. The sad fact is that retirement benefits for living off the grid don't seem to amount to much. He pretty much has nothing of any consequence to show for a lifetime of singing surfing and trying not to mess up the planet.

The other night I heard them talking, and let me tell you these two can talk. Sometimes they both talk at once and still seem to have a conversation. The gist of this exchange was about how Bones felt a little guilty about not having more stuff to share with Deb. Deb it seems is amazed at Bones and how he has two  really neat boys to share his life with.

 Jesse and Daniel,  Bones' kids are like night and day. He loves them with all his might and I love them also. Throw Megan in the mix and he has a lot of energy from some pretty powerful humans in his life. He knows he is lucky. Now he knows that Deb is really happy to share this love.

Deb has provided herself with a good degree of security in the real world. It took a lot of hard work and Bones admires this.

Bones has two wonderful kids that through no doing of his have become amazing adults. Deb has grown to love them in a short time and considers it a privilege to share her life with them. Of course there is the Megulator a force of nature much like Deb.

Simple really, as Meg puts it the two of them together make one whole person.    

Thats is the trick for each individual to help the other shine and appreciate who they are.

Next time: Are there universal truths about women and men?  

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger

 Remember what matters, stuff comes and goes, love remains.

Listen to your second voice:

     The first voice is the one that comes out of your mouth; this is the one that gets you in trouble. Bones' first voice has gotten him in hot water for years. When he used to drink alcohol his first voice got him in many altercations. I hear tales that Bones had a very strange fighting technique. He would hit the other guys fist with his face real hard. If that didn't work he would hit the second fist with his face harder than before. Bones lost a lot of fights.
  
The second voice is the one inside your head. Bones calls it his Indian voice. This is the voice that told Bones not to get in his car the day of the accident. True it is that Bones and my life has changed for the better since that day. That said, his second voice also told him to get a little more serious with Deb before any of this occurred. Either way the lesson is we all have that voice inside. I guess it could also be referred to as the voice of reason.

  We (Bones and I) used to be hard cases. We did everything with our first voice. In my new life my second voice tells me to get along with my cat roommates. This is working out very well. I got in a fight the other day, but my second voice told me to go for it. Some habits die hard. Bones' first voice  is worried that this new life of love, comfort and some sense of security will make him a softy or somehow less of a man than he used to be. His second voice is telling him to shut up and enjoy the ride.

  This is the time of year when humans pretend they are listening to their Indian voice. The truth is there are more rash actions and thoughtless violence at this time of year than any other. The roads are a mess, the dog parks are crowded, and the mood in general is at an elevated level.  
 
  No matter what you believe in, no matter where you are from, please try to listen to your second voice. Step back from the madness, take a deep breath and just be happy with what you have and who you are.

Smile, love life, you will be amazed at the love you get back.

Hugs from the new hill: Cash Fargo Bellinger
 

The first Thanskgiving

    
It's official. We are moving to Solvang and, yes, I am stoked. It is a big move for Bones--he has been in the same place for 12 years and has not had a girlfriend for a long time. Compromise is tough;  not for me but for Bones.  As good as he has it here, he is learning to be on his best behavior. Today Debbie would not let him comment on face place and sequestered him in her house. The situation involved 2 police officers outside the driveway. He just wanted to politely ask them what the heck was going on. Deb, or the source of all things good in my life, was afraid he would cause a ruckus. It seems he has a history of creating problems with the authorities.

The next 3 weeks will involve a lot of driving, moving from Ojai to Solvang. Bones and Meg and Jess have a storage area in Carpinteria--a half-way point where Bones can sort his stuff. He has a lot  of musical equipment and is very sad to have to leave his music room behind.The fear is the band will die without his house to practice at. I won't miss the band nor the music, it was loud and I always had to stay in the house while they played.

I will not miss Ojai.  It is cold, the floors have holes, there is no insulation, and the bathroom floor is falling in. The landlord is what they call a slumlord and, most important, I only have one couch to sleep on.

Thanksgiving at Deb's cousin's house was a blast. Not only was I allowed to attend the party, there were 2 girl dogs fighting over my affections.  I have gained 8 pounds at Deb's house. When I first came here I had on a harness that was way too large for me. Now it is a nice, tight fit. I cut quite a swath at the dinner party.

Today Debbie took me for a walk.  A big dog attacked me.  As we were scuffling,  Deb yelled, "Cash, Cash" and the other owner also yelled,  "Cash, Cash".  It turns out we were both named Cash -- the good Cash and the bad Cash. I am the good Cash.

If Bones gets thrown out he can live in his van I am staying here.

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger

This ain't no stinking trailer park

That's right folks I have been kick-in it in a sweet mobile home park. I told you that Murphy's mom took bones in after our accident.She has been gracious and giving. I hate to say it but it took another near death experience for us to land in such a great place.
I have the run of the house and as far as I can tell I have my own bedroom that I sleep in at night. Bones hate to owe people and he still feels helpless in many ways, I know about fighting back from the brink and I feel for him.
At the same time that I feel for him I love it here. The cats and I have a deal worked out, Murphy is the king and Percy and juju play games with me.
  I have a couple toys that are all mine I never really knew how much fun squeeze toys and balls were untill this period of my life. I think Murphy and I get along because we are both survivors. Murph is a tough old guy and he deserves respect so I give it to him. Last night we made a Debbie sandwich I was asleep on one side and Murphy on the other side of the bed. I can make myself weigh 100 pounds when I sleep so no one can move me.

Bone's youngest son moved back to town he is staying at our house in Ojai and driving our old truck. Bone's loves that he can share something with him. Sometimes he cry's for no reason. He tried to hug me the other night got down on one knee and forgot he could not bend the other knee. Deb had to help him up. On his birthday Jess and Meg came up to Solvang to see him, Deb made an incredible meal for everyone. Bones cried a lot. I know how he feels friends and family are what matters most.

Bones is kind of an emotional baby right now he wants to hug his family and loved ones but it hurts too much.

I have a field up here I go to when Deb gets home. There are a thousand squirrels running around it is no leash and no bag I love it.
So as of this post all is well in the animal kingdom I am just about done with my pills. It is time for my afternoon nap I just don't know which couch to crash on. Oh yea I got to see Roxy a while back we had a play date and it was fun. It seems to me I am now the older boyfriend and she defers to my experience.

Hug the ones you love while you can. Tell your family you love them.

Hugs from the hill. Cash Fargo Bellinger: 

   

Crash Dummies ( The Catalyst )

Hi folks, Cash here.  Sorry about the delay, a lot has transpired since the end of my last chapter.

Bones and I got in a horrible car accident.  His car spun out in the rain on the mountain road that we travel almost every day. We got hit by a very large truck. The truck hit the passenger side where I was sitting.

The sound of the impact was horrendous, louder than thunder and it felt like lightning might feel if it struck you. The truck was going 40 mph and we were sliding sideways at 25 mph. Bones was knocked out and I was also knocked out. When he came to he looked over at me to see if I was alright. I was far from alright.

When I regained consciousness the realization that I had almost died again triggered my flight response.

Flee I did. I jumped over Bones and took off as fast as I could and I ran up the curvy mountain road in the rain.

I could hear Bones yelling Cash, Cash, Cash, he was frantic. We have been through a lot together and our bond was becoming very solid and now this. Bones jumped out of his crumpled metal box and he tried to run after me. His knee would not work, he was having trouble breathing, and he was crying because he thought I was gone.

After the crash many people stopped to help Bones.  There were surfers he knew, there was a doctor that stopped and he told bones to stop moving around in case something was broken inside him. Bones explained that his dog (me) had run off and he felt helpless. The energy of the universe smiled on us both when a very nice man asked if he could help. Bones told him of my peril and he grabbed my leash and drove off to find me. I was done running, my senses had returned and I just wanted to get back to Bones. I needed him before, he needed me now.

The guy found me a long time later and took me back to the crash just as the cops and the paramedics showed up. Jesse arrived at the same time and the man with me on my leash handed the leash to Jesse.

Bones was relieved I was safe with Jesse. Bones has a broken sternum,  some broken ribs,  a crushed knee and a bruised ego.

They loaded Bones on a gurney,  turned on the siren,  and off to the Trauma center he went.

Thus starts chapter 2.  Murphy’s mom Deb came to the hospital and she offered to take Bones home to her house and care for him. He explained that I was part of the package and the offer was nice but he could take care of himself. It turns out Bones could not walk and his pain was so pervasive Deb broke him out of the hospital.

That is how Cash Fargo Bellinger moved in with Murphy, Jujube, and Percy -- 3 cats, 1 dog,  Deb  and Moans.  I have been bonding with Murphy, he is the head cat here. I am now the strong one and I have been there for Bones.  I cuddle with him when he is able.

Without Deb things would be very bad for us. I love it here.  I sleep on whichever couch I choose.   I have been practicing my cat imitations and Bones is slowly able to walk again.  This is just the beginning of a long painful journey. I got better.  Bones will, too.

I know how much I mean to Bones and how much he means to me.  I am enclosing a picture of the car. As you can see we are lucky to be alive.

Oh by the way I get to stop taking my medicine.
I am so happy to be alive and I hope you are all happy, also.

Hugs from the hill: Cash Fargo Bellinger

The common denominator

First off let me bring you up to date on my medical condition.

The  last I reported I was going for a visit at the hospital to have my liver checked.

I started with 2 aspirations that morning: one was that my liver would be alright, the other that I would no longer have to take the pills that keep the little living brain munchers from coming back and killing me.

50% is not bad in many arenas. If a baseball player comes to bat 100 times and he gets 50 hits he is batting 500. That is a good percentage in the base ball world. If a doctor operates on 100 people and 50 of them die that is not a good percentage.

In my case my liver is fine. The not so good thing is I have to takes the medicine for at least 6 to 9 more months. I choose to equate it to a ballplayer, I am batting 500. 

The doctors who had met me before were genuinely happy to see me again.

 They were all surprised at how much more confident my demeanor was.  I let them pet me and rub my head. I know these people helped me and I felt good showing them how far I had come. Some were even fans of my Chronicles. When you look at it that way I was a celebrity.

Where is Bones in this post? He was busy being what Jesse called a candy striper to the plebeian dogs and cats. He is truly impressed at the work these doctors do. The waiting room is always full of animals in different stages of some disease or injury. Every animal here has been referred by a vet who was simply not able to deal with what ever ailment or injury these critters had.

This day there was a dog with cancer. another dog with 2 broken legs. 2 cats in very bad shape many others  and  me with aspergillosis.. I was the healthiest dude on the floor.  I  had empathy for my brothers and sisters who were just starting on their journey of pain. If the others knew how far I had come it might help them have a positive attitude.

As I said Bones was amazed at how many lucky dogs and cats were there. When I say lucky I am referring to having humans love them enough to bring them here. The doctors are the best and it is very expensive.

The parking lot was filled with brand new very nice cars. In the middle of these cars is a 1986 honda, that is my car. I guess the point I am making is despite the fact the other animals had richer humans the love Bones feels for me is the same love everyone in the hospital felt for their pals.

Bones  wants to pet and say something to everyone's furry friend. Some people are a little sketchy when he approaches.

 One guy said his dog doesn't let any one touch him. The poor dog had 2 vertebra removed and could barely crawl. When bones approached him the dog crawled toward him to get a hug. It had to be a very gentle hug so as not to hurt him, but his owner was taken aback. Bones can't help himself he toured the whole lobby petting touching and talking to the patients. Any where else in any other situation these people would not have allowed this. In this building on this day all the owners let their animals share love with Bones.  

The up shot is: I have to take my pills for a long time. This is the end of chapter 1 of the Cash chronicles. I am a new dog, I have a human family of loving people and chapter 2 promises a lot of laughs.


Love is the common denominator:

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger

The green eyed monster:

                  Relationships are tough you have to  think of the other person you are involved with.

Being alone means you can do anything anytime and think anything you want. If you have been alone a long time you forget that other peoples thoughts are not the same as yours. If you want to know someone in a meaningful fashion and have them in your lives you have to be willing to compromise. 

Relationships come in many forms, really any time you have to deal with another entity for any extended period of time you have a relationship with this person. There are work relationships where people work all-day together but in many incidences never see each other out side of the work place.

Their are social relationships where you may meet a group or person once a week to dine or drink or go to a movie.

Then there are committed one on one relationships where two people commit to each other body and soul share each other thoughts feelings pain and triumphs. 

There are human and animal relationships. Bones and I have a relationship he is there to feed me, walk me, pet me, rub my head, let me out when I have to go, pick my poop up in a bag. Hey what is that all about? Where do they take it? I take a lot of time and effort to find just the right place to leave my refuse.  I could just do it in the bag.

Bones and I are learning to compromise. I let him sleep on my spot on the couch at night and in the morning when he gets up to lift his leg I take his spot in the bed.

Sometimes he isn't up for a walk on the beach so he sets up the umbrella. I sleep under it whiles he sleeps next to me. Boring but compromise is what it is all about.

Roxy and I are in a relationship, I think she is a little jealous of my being number one. She tries to lay down by Bones sometimes and I growl or nip her to let her know it is my spot. I love her but she is no longer the princess. She was here first but now I am the man.   

 Humans are sometime jealous of others that have more stuff or money or power.

I am a little jealous when Roxy leaves to go with Jesse and Megan. 

There is a feeling that exist within us all, it can kill a good relationship.  

 This feeling effects most every kind of relationship office, social, man animal, or committed.

Jealousy is stupid and petty, be happy with what you have and cherish the ones who love you.

Hugs from the hill: Cash Fargo Bellinger 

In the desert there ain't no one to remember your name:

                 In the desert there ain't no one to remember your name:

I have told you a little about my early years in Arizona. The heat was excruciating 110 degrees in the shade and the nights were no cooler. It was easy to dodge coyotes, the hard part was staying away from the rattle snakes and scorpions. If you get bit by a snake or stung by a scorpion it is pretty much all over for you.

There is a theory that if someone sucks the venom out of the bite before it hits your blood stream you may survive.  It is really hard to find a friend that loves you enough to suck on a rattlesnake wound . Being a dog it is down right impossible. Very important not to lift your leg on the wrong cactus if you get my drift.

This is painful to recall but in the interest of full disclosure I must tell the tale.

I was born in a small border town to a group of coyotes, not animals but human coyotes. These are people that smuggle people across the border for profit. As soon as I was old enough they attached a small but powerful flashlight to the top of my head. I was like rudolf the reindeer only instead of a sled I led groups of humans from Mexico to Arizona across ravines, and trails, and holes in the fences.

Why didn't I just run away you ask? It is not that simple, this was all I knew they fed me and if I did my job I did not get beaten. All my family had been raised in such a fashion and the ones not smart enough to learn the trail were soon gone and not too a good place I am sure.

I was one of the best I am very smart as I may have pointed out. I soon came to the attention of a cartel of very bad people that brought packages of very bad things across the border. As I grew in stature they started to put small back backs on me and fill them with some kind of contraband. Since I knew the trails by heart they would load me up and send me from Mexico to Arizona and sometimes back across with the pack filled with green paper.

I knew what I was doing was wrong but as I have said it is hard to run from a situation like this with nowhere to go. Well finally one night I got my chance, the back pack snap broke and I was able to scrap the flash light off my head on a cactus bush. It hurt like the dickens but I was free, I ran for days. I finally found a road with cars, I was just about to dart out in front of a car and end my misery when a police car pulled over and saw my plight. She gave me water took me home and gave me food,  eventually she took me on a long journey to California. I was scared the bad men would find me for a long time but that is all behind me now.

We all did dumb things when we were teenagers I had no choice, Bones thinks I should wear a pack and carry his surf wax and lunch for him. Sorry bones my mule days are over.

No matter who people were in the past they can change. I love you all

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger  

The good: The bad: The Snuggly

Thunder, lightning and Cash. Thats right I am a force of nature, deal with it.

 I stand at a precipice, a turning point if you will, my medication is all gone. I have been taking the stuff since my last treatment 4 months now I think.
 The fear was I might get a liver side effect and be as bad off as I was before but with a whole other problem.
 Bones was supposed to take me in and get me checked every month,  the doctor told him it would be obvious if I had the problem, I would be tired, sick and unable to eat.

 Well I love to eat, I am not tired, and I can bark as loud as Roxy and run faster than most dogs I have met. So the day of reckoning is upon me if the doctor does not prescribe me more medicine I may be at the end of this journey. I tell you this, I am strong, I am alert and yes I am smart. Did I mention I am good looking?

Roxy was not here for a couple of days and all was quiet. Bones was convinced that Roxy is the trouble maker and I misbehave when she is here just to show off. Guess what Bones I can be bad all on my own.

We picked up Roxy today from Marsh-maid that is Jesses mom, she and Bones made Jesse and Dan many years ago. Humans make a big deal out of being pregnant and having babies. It is weird they only have one kid at a time and dogs have a whole bunch. Humans are cry babies.

Roxy was really laid back when we got her, in fact I have been so bored with Bones I was ready for some action, Don't get me wrong I love Bones but when Roxy is not here we don't go as many places or walk as many times a day. Figure it out Bones I need to be entertained also.

I started barking at bikers on the way home and it got Roxy going, oh boy yelping, barking, howling. Bones was confused he now knows that sometimes I start the trouble I can be the bad dog. It is very upsetting to him, he does not want to punish me because it took so long for him to build my trust and he was so convinced I could do no wrong.

At night I have taken to snuggling with Bones in bed I did not do this before. I don't know why because it is pretty cool to have your head hugged while you sleep.
So the gist of it is the good dog can be the bad dog.

Give your loved ones a hug:
 I have to go, it is very quiet I think I will start barking and blame it on Roxy. Tonight we will both snuggle with Bones he needs a lot of love. He is a very high maintenance human but we love him.

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger

PTDSD

Sometimes at night Bones thinks I am asleep on the bed, he pets me gently for fear he will wake me and I might bite him.

 I do that sometimes if I am startled awake.

 I flash back to my old house where I slept outside. I had to keep one eye open most of the time, besides trying to sleep thru the din of a hundred birds, from 10 different countries, yelling at other in 10 different dialects of bird talk, there were predators that lived on the same land.

 We had at least 2 monitor lizards on the land, these things take down cows in the wild.

 Sure one didn't have any teeth, but a 6 foot long dinosaur teeth or no is not to be trifled with.

For 4 years I was ever vigilant, when awakened suddenly in that situation you have to be ready to rumble.

 Besides the lizards, add in the other 2 dogs that both had a beef with me, and sleep was tenuous at best.

 So I know bones would never hurt me but I have ptdsd or post traumatic doggy stress disorder.

 Sometimes I pretend to be asleep when he pets me.

 I like to see the mix of fear and love in his eyes and

 I like the way he pets my head and eyes and gives me a massage,thinking I am asleep.

 He is trying to let me know that, here with him , I can sleep and not be afraid.

 Roxy is here we are all lying down.

 I like my life:

 I hope you like your life and know when you sleep you will wake up to people that love you.

Hugs from the hill: Cash Fargo Bellinger 

The tell tale tongue:

I love Roxy you all know that, and I can understand that with that little thick tongue of hers she would be jealous of my luxuriously long thick pink spiel. After all, her tongue fits perfectly in her thick squat little head.
 My tongue is a problem, even though my nose is so wonderfully long it is still an effort to keep my tongue in my mouth. This has always been a problem with Bones also, he has been told since child hood to hold his tongue. I am not sure how you do that but he doesn't seem to care. He feels people should hear what he has to say. I feel the same way like now, as to my tongue being stupid I beg to differ my tongue knows just where to lick and how to do it. The reason I drink daintily is so said tongue does not lash back at me and either knock me out or blind me.

Now watch the video and tell me who is the more gracefull of us? See how my stroke is determined and powerful, while Roxys is tenative and fearful? She is afraid her big head will sink and drag her to the bottom. I on the other hand am long and streamlined. Besides if I get in trouble I can always  grab something with my tongue and pull myself to shore.

Oh oh Roxy just saw what I am writing.
 I am just kidding about everything she is my queen and I worship the ground she walks on.

I love you honey:

Watch your tongue, it can get you in trouble.
 Say nice things and nice things happen.

I love life you should also.

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger

The Swimming Mongrels

Roxy wanted to write this one. She said I look funny when I swim. I told her I am like a TireFeet. (Bones corrected me: apparently it's "triathlete.") Anyway, we went swimming for the first time ever. It's like flying in the back of a truck, only you're covered by a blanket that you can't eat. It's like the ocean only it doesn't move. You can drink it. It tasted like frogs and fish poop. A bunch of it went up my nose so I had to rub my face in the dirt like I was charming snakes.

Roxy just bit my ankles. She would like it to be her turn now.

It was 110 degrees. The wind hit our nostrils like exhaust. We utilized our Shadefinder capabilities, lingering under trees or shrubs, then quickly skittering across the ridiculously hot wasteland to the next spot.
The first pond felt so good on my belly I thought I would involuntarily pee. Cash dipped his stupid long tongue and drank all dainty like he does. Then we started on the next batch of heat.
The next pool looked good to me, but dad didn't want to be next to the people. We kept going. There was another pond. It was covered in green goopy things that I wanted to eat. The mud felt lunchbox on my feet. (Dad said it's "luxurious.")
Megan looked hot. I licked the sweat off her calf but that didn't help. I want to eat her calf.
There was more heat. It made my eyes feel like cooked olives. There was a long time with no water. Finally we made it to a big pool. The breeze still felt like getting cooked in an oven. I don't know what that's like, but Megan's kitty Solomon likes to crawl into the refrigerator—he says the oven is the opposite.
Megan slinked into the water. It sounded like it felt good on her belly. She kept trying to take Cash in deeper than his paws could touch. Water is weird. It's squishy like a deliciously dead animal I want to roll in, but it doesn't end. Megan finally got Cash to go in. He started flying. Only his head was above water.
I had to get him.
I figured if I jumped really far I could make it to the other side without flying through the squishy animal. Dad says it's called swimming. It's weird. You can't get on top of it. You run as fast as you can without touching anything.
Cash is fast.
I went back with Dad and Megan yesterday. We went to the first big pool. There weren't a lot of people, but one lady had a daughter. She got mad at a guy who had "a mouth on him." His friend said he "had a pretty mouth." I don't know. His mouth looked the same.
Dad and Megan left me on one side of the pool and called me over. I tracked them from land, then they started swimming back. Eventually I jumped in, but it was way too far. I had to fly. It took a long time. It felt good, but I don't know. Cash wasn't there to chase.
When we left we saw a rattlesnake, a deer, turkeys, and the same old lady who doesn't recognize me every time. I will make her recognize me next time.
It's still my turn. Hm.

Cat tree

I always wondered where cats come from. They move so fast I have never been able to have a conversation with one. They speak in a different fashion and make weird irritating noises. They sleep too much, and the biggest problem is they get to run rampant.

 I have never seen a cat on a leash. I always hear people yelling at Bones "put your dogs on a leash". I have never heard any one yell" put your cats on a leash".

Tonight Bones went to hear some music with Murphy's mom ( she looked pretty). I stayed at Megan and Jesses house for a couple hours. First Murphs Mom took some pictures of all of us on the beach. Roxy and I did not cooperate. Later at Megan's I saw my first cat tree, I don't understand how it works but here is proof where they come from.  

I stared at them for a long time not only did it not bug them but they kind of freaked me out when they leave the tree. Cats are way tougher than they look.

I went to a friend of Bones one morning and his cat was on the porch, Roxy and I ran up to it figuring we would chase it for a while, the cat did not move. It smacked both of us in the nose and before we knew it we were the ones being chased. Tonight we got home and Flash, the red cat that visits every once in a while was in the driveway. Bones likes it when he visits and gave him a pet or two before I came out and tried to chase him, really I just wanted to know if he came from the same tree as Megan's cats live in. 

Have a wonderful everything. Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger

Little things make it all worthwhile: Cleanliness is next to:

I love smooching with Roxy, nose rubs, and wrestling. I love getting my head scratched, I even like being hugged once in a while.

I have a new thing I like: I took a hose bath.

Bones is pretty sure no one took the time to bath me at my old home. 

I guess he felt I was finally ready to have the force of the water on my face.

 Lilies mom hosed me off while Bones soaped me up and scrubbed me clean. It felt great, even the water shooting at my head. I had a blast shaking the water on Bones and  rubbing my wet body all over him. The bonus was getting rid of the fleas and cleaning my amazing fur at the same time. I am even handsomer sparkling clean.

 We went to the Douglas preserve today, we met a big white dog, his owner said he liked to be chased, so I chased him. Turns out he likes to be chased but not caught. I caught him. I am fast strong and agile, I would be a good surfer.

   

 I was a little angry in my last post and I want to apologize.  It does no good to be angry Sometimes Bones gets angry he says bad words and yells. Roxy and I know he is not angry at us so we try to make him feel better.

Try to make people smile and leave them laughing: 

Hugs from the hill: Cash Fargo Bellinger 

The paws that refreshes:

I ate water mellon today it is weird, it is crunchy for a moment then  it turns into water. I liked it, I sat by Bones and helped him eat a whole bunch of it. On a very hot day watermelon cools you down.

It

 has been a rough week Bones is not up to par so I have been taking care of him. I have become a very good watch dog, a couple of barks and a threatening glance seem to do the trick for most people. I take my place by his feet when we are at the restaurant and I make sure no one gets near his car. I know about pain, I know a lot about pain. I have been in pain, now I am strong ,very strong.

My friend Brodie went on vacation, he sent me this picture

Roxy and I went to the swimming hole again Jesse took a video, I will share it next time

2 days ago we were at the garden  market  Roxy and I tied to the table, 20 pound table 90 pounds of combined cattle dog. Hmm Bones is brilliant ,lady walks by with a poodle within 2 feet, she could have easily gone around. I lunge Roxy follows suit  and horrible screaming in-sues not from the dog, from the women,we never made contact  She goes in to the restaurant and tells Sherrie that we almost ripped the stomach out of her dog.

We are now banned from the restaurant as a couple. I can go alone but I can not take my girl friend. It may have something to do with us pulling the table over and breaking all the dishes a couple of days ago. We are not bad but together we can cause some problems.

Later we were down on the beach and everything was cool. 

 I A lot of dogs walk by on their walk to loons and back, no problem.

I usually take off with what ever crew is passing, Labs, Poodles, mongrels, and the owners get it. As a matter of fact most of the time I cruise so far up the beach that people have to stop so Bones can retrieve me. Great crowd for the first 2 hours. The latest couple were 2 girls, hand in hand,kissing, 3 dogs great vibes, they were very happy. Rox and I going crazy they say totally cool.

Next up a red head women with a big black lab. I look up for a moment the dog is having a blast and really wants to play. I am stoked I run up to play with the big guy  she starts  hitting me with the dog toy and kicking me.  She tells Bones  she is there to play with her dog and other dogs can not play with him.  It is a dog beach and your dog wants to play, NO he does not it is a control issue. I am now  on the leash, her dog walks up to me and kisses me on the nose as much as if to say hey your cool lets party.

She kicks at me again and Bones says yes this is a control issue a control freak issue.  The poor dog just wanted to play with me. I mean you humans are fun and all but given our choice we would much rather run full blast with each other we don't even need toys at the beach. We can make our own fun.

Roxy is my Queen: when she is not here I lie down in the places she usually sleeps,the side of the bed, the front of the couch, it smells like her in these spots.  I hate fleas and want to get rid of all of them. I know a women from the beach I would like to put them on but that would be mean.

I love this life: Be kind to your family and let them think for themselfs, humans and animals.

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger 

You only herd the ones you love:

Swimming beats you up, Roxy and I slept in this morning totally conked out

 9 am and still snoring. We didn't even wake up Bones for our 5 am breakfast ,pretty sure he was alright with that.

 Today there were 4 cattle dogs on the beach. I was head herder ( say that 15 times in a row) Roxy was herding me while I was  herding the other 2 along with a red setter that kept stealing our tennis ball and swimming out in the water with it.

 Just days ago I would have been stuck on the beach watching her swim and waiting until she hit the shore to nip her heels and show her who is boss.

 Since my incredible long distance deep water swim yesterday I am a new dog.

 I jumped in the water swam through a couple of waves and almost made it out to big red. I have to say the ocean is much different than a lake, the current is scary and the waves are exciting.

 I am so much better in the water now, I actually bodysurfed a wave, what a rush. Roxy watched in amazement ,Bones laughed his head off ( we found it later).

 I am now almost ready to challenge Lilly to a surf contest. There were 2 giant dogs up the beach, I would run up bite them and yell to show my dominance and run back, herd the 2 blues and chase miss red. I am the man.

They were all females, pretty good day in the sun 5 bitches and Cash. Jesse walked Rox and I to sharks and back. Then a couple hours of herding and chasing, wanna feel my muscles? 

Keep your head above water: Hugs from the hill   Cash Fargo Bellinger 

Water water everywhere:

Humans have about the same percentage of water in their body as the earth has on hers. That is why it makes so much sense not to pollute the oceans or destroy the rivers or foul the waterways of the world.

I am Anaconda watch me swim;

 Today I went to Red Rock with Megan and Jesse, Bones stayed behind. 

This is what he missed. It took them a while and much prodding, but eventually Roxy and I got in the water and began to swim. As far as anyone knows I have never been allowed this activity before, I loved it. Megan said I swam laps for hours, back and forth ,and back and forth. I am much more coordinated than Roxy, and I have a better stroke in the water. This has to happen again because it was so much fun. 

I hope Bones can come next time and we will take some pictures because Megs and Jess were still laughing when they got back. Being healthy and strong is such an incredible feeling. I think life is the best it has ever been for me. I have a hot girlfriend, an extended loving family, Megan, Jesse, Daniel, Marsha, Susan, Juliana, and of course Bones. Todd and Sherrie love me also and when I go visit Lilly I get treats. 

I have one problem, since I never lived inside I haven't figured out that lifting your leg is an out door activity  exclusively.

. I haven't ever done it in Bone's house (as far as he knows) but I have in Toddies and Megans.

 I am starting to realize it is a punishable offense. Bones is afraid to punish me because I am just starting to live my life and no one took the time to show me the ropes before. Jesse however has threatened to "toss" me if I do it again, I will figure it out. Speaking of, we were at the beach yesterday talking to a girl with a blind dog.

 He was 12 years old and one of the lucky ones. He would be gone if not for his special human. Turns out she had to have 2 new lungs put in and was very close to death, her dog a big old happy mix of pooches was her constant companion during her travails, so she kept him alive and treats him very special.

Since he is blind I bet he can smell really well my smell is 4000 times a humans not my scent( although it is mighty aromatic) my sense of smell, his must be 10000 times as strong.

While we were talking, I casually lifted my leg on her male companion, as my water dripped down his shoulder he started laughing. Lucky for bones he had a sense of humor. Since I had ruined his shirt Jesse gave him one of his, they are made with a logo that Jesse and bones designed.

I know now why Bones misses going in the water, it feels like home.  I look forward to swimming again soon. 

This our planet to care for and nurture ,we are the custodians not the owners, if we destroy the water we destroy the planet. Love mother earth, love mother ocean, and love each other.

Hugs from the hill Cash Fargo Bellinger: