Ones too many a thousand ain't enough

Wow talk about a come down. The night I got back from the hospital my eyes popped open about 1-am.

 Bones was still at his computer, I sat on the kitchen floor and stared at him for an hour. I was wide awake Even Roxy was crashed out, I just stared at the wall for the longest time. But I am back today with a vengeance. I have heard that some humans keep their dogs on these type of drugs because the dog is so hyper. They give them zanax valium and prozac everyday. To me that is crazy if the dog is hyper the dog is hyper why mess with his personality live with it. Would you do that to a human? Well turns out they also do that to humans so if you have a kid and it seems a little hyper the doctor will give them the same drugs the dog takes. Wow no wonder you bipeds are so confused. If you can not handle the way someone is you just dope them up until you can. Me Im staying alert and digging every sensation that comes my way.

Today for instance the sky was steel blue, the lake was steel blue, and the ocean ,yea thats right was steel blue. Bones tells me the places we get to see every day are so beautiful that people spend lots of money to come here, just to walk on the beach, or look at the lake ,so we are really lucky to be here. I thought for a while bones was rich because my new  life is filled with the simple pleasures. I have just realized our richness is not in gold or possessions but in the love we have around us. Roxy has spent a few days here and I know I say it a lot but I love her. I sense that this situation is finally one where people don't just give you away if they can't handle you anymore.

Speaking of lucky dogs, I met a dog today on the beach, a german shepherd all skin and bone. The guy he was with seemed to have no idea how to play with a dog.

 He would throw the ball and if the dog did not chase it he would throw the ball up in the air and try to catch it himself (he missed every time ). We felt sorry for the dog and went down to find out what the story was. Turns out the dog was a rescue and the guy was a friend of the owner. Bones ask if he could play with the dog. He ( bones ) tossed the ball and Roxy and I and the shepherd ran after it. The dog was totally cool he wanted to play and be chased he was just so happy to be with other dogs. He knew exactly what I wanted I wanted him to run so I could chase him and nip his heels. He loved it. He was a swimmer and went much deeper in the water than I desire. We had a great time and I hope to see him again. Bones thought may be the human was not all there. I am not sure what that meant he seemed to have all his limbs and his head was on his shoulders.

Bones has been on the wagon for 30 years I have never seen this wagon but he said that if he fell off it would roll over him and that would be the end of it. He uses the quote in the subject to explain the situation. I still don't get it.

So to all you hyper dogs out there, I hope you are lucky enough to have a human that can deal with who you are and not try to make you who they want you to be.

Stay alert  look around and smell the everything, life is short make the most out of it.
 Ones too many a thousand ain't enough.  Love Cash Fargo

Everybody must get stoned

So I am a little loopy, they shot me up with valium and I gotta say nothing bugs me right now. I just went outside, stuck my nose in the bushes, and rolled around until I was so tangled up in vines Bones had to unravel me to get me out. Than I fell over on my side and couldn't get up. Why am I stoned you ask? It is because I went in for my second treatment today at the Vet and I am still al little loopy.

 I have not posted for a while do to the trepidation of my impending procedure. I was a little scared and anxious. Bone tells me I owe a lot of money so I am learning to tap dance. We will stand on the corner next to the guy with the cat, rat ,and dog in Santa barbara,  and put on a little show. Bones will dress like a dog and I will dress like a human. 

One thing that confuses me they tell me the bones in my nose are dissolved and will never return but I wake in the mornings and bones is right next to me. Is that where the bones in my nose went? 

I love the Doctors at the Ventura Veterinary Medical & Surgical group.

 They fixed me and also got me really high They seem to really care weather I feel better or not. I have been to a few different Vets and these people rock. The Doc today gave bones a high 5.

 He really likes the place because all the girls at the desk  are so pretty and friendly..Even when he is trying to save a buck and will not let up.

 They did bring the routine in under the estimate. The doctor I have is also very pretty (so bones tells me ). You humans all look alike to me. I go by how you smell and the vibe coming off you, so I can attest all the girls and doctors smell pretty to me.  I love that I will be here tomorrow to document my next adventure.

I am tired I am going to crash on the kitchen floor and leave bloody boogies all over the house for bones to clean up 

Life is precious: I love you world: Cash Fargo 

There is a fungus among us

Hi folks: Cash here, after another day at the beach.

Yesterday morning I  just knew Roxy was coming. I could feel it in my bones. I got up early and woke Bones in anticipation of picking her up. Sure enough we met her at Santa Clause where we took our morning walk with Jesse. Later Bones, Roxy, and I went to Summerland beach and walked a long distance, chasing the ball, birds, each other, and an assortment of different dogs.

We met a lady that saves border collies and other mixed breeds. She had a slew of them with her. It was pretty funny watching 6 herd dogs trying to herd us, while we tried to herd them. One poor fellow had a broken front leg that never healed correctly, yet another had a broken back leg that just drug along the ground. Both these guys were troopers and chased and herded right along with the rest of them.

By the way I am working in another program I do not quite understand so if this post looks a little strange you will know why.

Remember the fat naked guy? As it turns out I am not the only one that did not want to see him in the buff. Late in the day a souped up 4x4 golf cart came speeding down the beach. Bones thought it was the dog police, he scurried after us did a face plant in the sand and leashed us just in time. The joke was on him , the cart contained 2 people police on their way up the beach to make the nude guy put his clothes back on.

I have some scary news my fungus is coming back. My nose is running and I have the sniffles again. Tuesday I go to the hospital to have another treatment. Bones is up to his ears in dept. Luckily he owes the money to his son and Megan and Megan’s mom so he is pretty sure they will not break his legs if he short on his vig. I guess everyone must love me to help out like they are.

 I am a lucky pooch to have found these people. I used the “Secret” to find my new situation. It is a specially designed format for dogs.

Bones was hoping the fungus in my head would turn out to be portabello mushrooms and we would all be rich and full. That is not the case however. I hope this time through cures me,I want to live a long time and write about all the wonderful people, places, and animals I know and will get to know. I have a lot of love to share and I know Bones finds deep meaning in sharing in my adventures. He is a simple man.

The ride over the pass each day is very beautiful. There is a lake, mountains, and green hills. Bones is going to take some photos to share with you fine people.   

Cherish your friends and loved ones. Stuff is just stuff ,love is what makes it all worthwhile. 

Hugs from the hill Cash Bellinger    

All quiet on the western front

No Roxy last night, nor today. I was ready to get up and go early any way.

The beach was great, a long walk, a few new doggie dudes. I was feeling very friendly today, may be if I am really good I will not have to go back to the vet and get my head poked. I don't think it works like that though. This will be the tell tale visit as to whether or not I am cured. Boy I hope so.
 In response to Murphy the cats response::

Yes Murph we dogs are not only curious but highly intellectual as well.
The fact no dogs have died from curiosity might be pertinent to this discussion Well, may be we just get bored sooner. As to the litter box, that makes sense. I myself love to make a little litter on the beach. The fun part is watching Bones pick it up in a plastic bag, does he save that stuff for later? 

Pizza and chicken for dinner: should I be wary of bone's trying to fatten me up?

Do I look fat in this collar? Be honest.  Be kind to one another.   Cash

Cats on the beach: The first step is the hardest

How come cats don't go to the beach? I see cats all the time, on the road, in their yards, on grassy fields ,even riding in cars.

I saw cats at the all the vets I visited, there are cats that live next door to me and hang out in my yard. Megan has cats,
 I never see a cat at the beach. Is it a rule, no cats allowed?
 I don't get it. Is it because there are so many dogs at the beach that they would be outnumbered?

 They should start a club and all go to the beach together. I bet the dogs would leave them alone if 10 or so cats were cruising side by side.

 I know from experience not to stick my nose too close to a cats face.

 I went to a friend of Bones one day,  there was a big red cat on the porch. He looked friendly, so I approached him gingerly. I really just wanted to sniff him. He whacked me in the head so hard I took off running. He chased me all around the big yard he lived in. Bones found this quite hilarious, real funny. I wonder how he would like it if one of those huge cats whacked him in the head and chased him around?

 Lions that is the word I am looking for. 

Bones and I and Roxy went to Hammond's  beach. Bones met an old friend there he had not seen for 3 lifetimes (dog life's). The friend had many stories from the past that Bones had forgotten. One concerned Jesse and his first steps.

 I guess when Jesse was very young and had not learned to walk on 2 legs yet he was a very rapid crawler. It seems the humans were concerned that he may never get to his 2 feet, and might walk on all 4's forever.

 I wonder what the big deal is? Dogs do just fine on all fours, as a matter of fact we are faster, more agile, and able to jump higher. 

The story as I heard it:

The old friend and Bone's were in a house with a bunch of friends when Jesse decided it was time to begin his  walking career.

 He got up, ran across the room and dove into a big pillow. Jesse called them beanbags when reminded of the episode. Jesse continued to run from wall to wall, jumping into the bean bags for hours.

 It seems a baby  humans first steps are a big deal to the older ones. I think Jesse was waiting for an audience to share his special moment with.

When his friend left, Bones and he hugged each other. I suspect that is how they sniff each other.

 Bones told me Jesse has an incredible memory, he even recalls episodes from when he was in the womb.

 The whole time Bone's was reminiscing Roxy was chasing the tennis ball.  I was kind of fascinated by the 2 old humans and their stories, so I hung around and listened. I have never had a friend for a long time like that.

 Roxy is my best friend. I want to know her my whole life.    

I am going in for another treatment at the vet. Wish me luck. 

Cherish your friends. Cash  

A picture is worth a thousand words

 Rox and I kicked back for a while today the beach was ours for the taking.

Later Bones and Jesse met up and took us for a walk on the Ellwood bluffs, another dog friendly zone in Goleta.

 This morning Bones read the side effects of my medicine to me I could have done without that information. I choose to believe I am not part of the 10% of dogs that have the problems they mentioned.

Because once again I was up and at em way before bones was feeling like cruising.

 Its simple really, Roxy and I lick his hands, make him pet us,and try to nudge him into consciousness.

 If that doesn't work we start a tandem whimper which builds to a much louder grumbling. It is like thunder and lightning. I forget which comes first, but the thunder always works. He is useless before his first cup of coffee. This seems to be an important human ritual.

Later Jesse and Bones went to a movie. Bones loves to hang out with his youngster, it revitalizes him. He much appreciates when Megan shares her Jesse time. He and I love Megan, she is the best.

They saw a movie called Inception. How I know this is when they got back to the truck (finally) they ignored us and raved about the movie. We heard about the stars, the plot, the action, the director, they loved it.

On a scale of 4 paws being the best and 1 paw being the worst, I have to say from the extensive review we were subjected to, this was a 4 paw movie.

Roxy went home with Jesse I was kind of sad but I had chicken for dinner so everything is fine.

As to yesterdays post ,I guess some humans like to see other humans in the buff. Bones wants to thank the commenter and yes, turns out that was him playing frisbee in the old days on the very same beach. He too has fond memories of those days and said something like if I only knew then.

Tell someone you care about how much you appreciate them. Love to you and yours.

  

Clothing optional:

Today it was extremely hot again, Roxy and I and Bones went to a beach where the clothing is optional.
I have seen a few naked humans and let me tell you they should not have that option. They just are not designed to walk around au natural. It seems when they do have the option the ones that are the most poorly designed are the ones who take off their clothes. It should really be at the option of the other people.

There would be a closed ballot as to who could and who should not disrobe. Even from my perspective it is pretty obvious and yet still the ones you just do not want to see are the ones that want to share.
 Roxy and I played with lilly ( the body surfer ) she chases sticks into the water and catches a wave back to shore. We barked and chased her for a long time. Later we chased a tennis ball and still later Megan and her mom showed up which was pretty neat. Rox and I kind of wanted to go with them but we stayed with Bones so we did not hurt his feelings.

All I can say is Bones kept his clothes on and that was a good thing.

To hot to think 

Being bad can feel so good

It all over for Bones and his sleeping in. He thought that I was sleeping on the kitchen floor, or in front of the TV, or  generally under his feet because ,I was so enamored of him.  Also  I felt so much better that it did not hurt to move around and change positions.

 Not so,. I am simply ready, ready for what you ask? I am  ready for anything, ready to go, ready to bark, ready to get up instantly and chase whatever phantom noise Roxy and I find pertinent. Oh yes Roxy is here for a few nights. We are both laying under the computer chair. Any moves bones makes will wake us both. He tries to tippy toe sometimes so we don't know he is getting up. Ha Ha Mr Bones we are way to diligent for that nonsense.

Today we went to the same beach as yesterday. The difference was that yesterday there were 2 people and 1 dog. Today there were 75 people and 30 dogs.

 Roxy has been on her best behavior, a little disappointing if you ask me. I am taking  up the slack. I decided my job was to get as many tourist as I could to yell at me and Bones. Roxy was playing well with the mix of Afghans, poodles, Pit Bulls, little fofie poofed up cha chas with expensive hair cuts,  and  couple of indescribable  freaky deakys . I how ever was nipping heels, biting necks, and striking terror into the dog population in general.

 People were yelling at Bones to control his dog. "I am who I am and thats all that I am".  At one point I ran way up the beach to start a skirmish and ignored Bones completely, he had to run ( let me take that back ) walk as fast as he could to get to me. I would then dart off and pretend I did not know him. Sure I knew he was going to put me on the leash, but hey I didn't come all this way-back from the stygian depths not to have some fun. I almost for  got to mention the unearthly howl I have developed. Now that my head throat sinuses and ears are working so much better together,sinuses I have a song to sing and I will sing it loud.

I was on the leash after that ( I still managed to cause a ruckus ) Roxy seemed a little relieved that today she was the golden dog. I could tell that despite the trail of destruction I left on the beach bones was swelled with pride and happiness that I got to have so much fun.

Because folks Cash Fargo Bellinger is ready for action on all fronts.

 On a slighty more somber note my impending procedure looms in the not so distant future I am setting up a pay pal account for donations to be kept in a trust for the Ventura Veterinary hospital, anything helps. I have to raise $1000 dollars to be 90% sure I will live a long life and be able to continue my story. .

Heres a little something I wrote . I told you I am going to sing my song.

If I was just a leaf

blowing in the wind

would you let me land on you

 would you let me in

 do not be afraid to love

 or be loved back my friend

the leaf blows by

 just as life 

It might not blow back again 

put the past where it belongs

 behind you and 

begin

 to open up break down the wall 

so someone can come in

 once in a while there can be trust 

and 2 become as one

 share a space and

 share a thought and

 let love shine again   

Because I am letting love shine again   

Remember hug the ones you love for no reason. oh yea and don't be afraid to sing your song.

Love: Cash Bones Roxy   

Goodnight, Death

Just the other day some of Jesses and Bones friends were saying, it was really stupid to have spent the amount of green paper to keep me around. I heard things like cheaper to put him to sleep with a shot.

I can go to sleep without a shot thank you very much.

I went to the Doctor, she said I am much improved and my liver is alright.  I have to keep taking my pills and they want to do another procedure on me. I guess right now Bones simply cannot come up with the "cash" weird cause I am right here by him and ready for anything, I think cash may have 2 meanings.
Roxy went with me to the doctor for moral support it was so very nice to have her there.

So the good news is I am having a blast, everything is working so far and life is cool. Well today is 100 degrees human and much hotter in dog temperature, so once again double meanings. Humans are like words sometimes what they say is not what they mean.

Dogs are different ,if a dog does not like you he will let you know. He may bite you, he may bark at you, but he will let you know. If a dog likes you, he or she will kiss you, lick you, wag his tail. Dogs don't lie.

Humans can kiss you and yet bite you at the same time. Bones says he trust dogs and is wary of humans.

I went to the beach for the first time in a long time Roxy. Jesse Bones and I walked on Hammond's beach.
I love the beach, I love when Roxy is with me, I love Jesse. It was great, at one point I rubbed my right nostril on the sand just for the heck of it. It did not hurt and I have not been able to do that for a long time.
Roxy and I ran and ran, nipping, play fighting, chest bumping. The simple things are the best ever.

Last night Roxy was here again. I really miss her when she goes home, no one else is like her.
 I think she feels the same.
I found a new game. Now that I am strong again I like to lay down between rooms so Roxy has to walk over me to get by. I pretend I am asleep , when she tries to get by me I lift my head and growl menacingly

She sat in the middle room afraid to move for a while and decided to jump over me to get by. Bones goes into fits of laughter when this happens. We both lick him until he stops.

She got back at me though. We went for a ride in Jesses truck a big 4x4 with the tallest camper in the world.     
I tried to jump in she blocked my way and growled so I had to jump over her to get in.

I wonder what other humans think when they see us play fighting.  We crack each other up.

The lesson for the day is try to be as honest with each other as dogs are. In the long run the world would be a better place.

I love it when plan comes together:

Was it hot enough for you?




Today Roxy was the good dog, and I was the trouble maker. We like to do this to keep Bones on his toes.
The morning car ride was very quiet. Roxy did not bark at any bikes, cars, or humans.

I however made as much of a scene as I could. Having just recently rediscovered my bark I used it to full avail. It turns out my bark is louder and at a much shriller  pitch than Roxy, hence very irritating to the human ear.
 Knowing full well I have carte blanche with Bones I sometimes abuse my power. He does seem delighted that I am so excited by things that just a short time ago were below my radar. So I took up the slack barked a lot and Roxy seemed very content to be the good dog for the day. Some one told Bones that dogs have no memory so I can not recall being near deaths door and have no idea I am getting better.

I say falderal to such a notion, not only do I remember being sick, but that memory  is what makes getting better all the more glorious.

Today in the park were  4 dogs all of Aussi mix There was a sheperd Aussi mix, a Aussi poodle mix, me, Roxy (pure blue ) and oh I for got 3 pure Blood Aussis ( Any body want a Fosters ale mate ).

All the owners were cool and we played until every one was exhausted.

Almost forgot as we were leaving a couple showed up with guess what 2 blue merles ( more Aussis  )
but they did not unleash their dogs. I tried to start some trouble, and completely ignored bones pleas to calm down. Like I said it was my day to  be the mischief maker.
I know kind of a boring post but there is a lot on my mind.



Tomorrow I go for a 2 week check up to make sure the medicine I am taking is not causing problems in my liver. Wish me luck kind people, dogs, and cats.  

Remember tell ones you love you love them.. Give them a hug just for the heck of it.
The world can be a cruel place so we all need all the love we can get.

I love you Roxy loves you and Bones loves you. Until next time.    

Don't go looking for trouble It will find you anyway:

Roxy spent the night, it seems she will be here for a few days.  I love her but sometimes she drives bones nuts. I find myself adopting her bad habits when she is here.

 Before I write this installment of my journal I must issue a disclaimer concerning Roxy's peeps. Megan and Jesse both say Roxy has no bad habits and is basically the perfect dog in all respects.

One endearing habit she has, is going crazy when bikes ride by, barking as loud as she can. Bones grabbed her by her jowls today and held her down., I saw her bite his hand so hard it drew blood. I would never do that. He has never raised his hand in anger at either of us, so I know he was frustrated with Rox, and tired of screaming shut up at her.

I do bark more when we are together . I can't understand if she is showing off or can not control herself around me.  Last night I had to put her in her place by biting her face and holding her down on the ground until she relented. She retired to the bed where I usually repose, so I laid on the floor in all the spots she usually occupies.  The bed is better.

My nose is barely running today (Hoo Ray ). We are at the garden market waiting for treats. I am charming and handsome people want to pet me. Roxy is loud and obnoxious and tries to bite people as they walk by.

Bones let me roam -but  my girl friend is tethered to the table for her own good and the safety of others.
If she were human she would be arrested for malicious mischief.

It turns out Bones is an abandoned puppy, and was never hugged when he was young. I guess that is why he hugs me so much. I don't mind it at all, in fact as I get better and better I crave it. I find that I want my head and chin rubbed. I am even starting to like having my right nostril rubbed and that is a major improvement. Sometimes now I push my head into his lap and hands and demand he rub me.

We are on our way to throw the ball somewhere hoping to wear Roxy out and quiet the restless demon inside her. She is a youngster but she better start learning or I am taking matters under my own purvey doing a little paws on discipline of my own.

I met a big Setter in the park today his name is Barkly. He was very cool. Now that my senses are returning I find myself approaching and initiating encounters. As I have stated I am not looking for a fight, I am just misunderstood. Barkly is big so he was undaunted by my nipping and playful growls.

I love it when the other dog understands I just want to play.

The humans are the biggest hurdle in these encounters. If the owners get all uptight everything escalates and chaos ensues. Inevitably the humans end up growling at each other. Bones is very dog like if push comes to shove he becomes very territorial and always backs me up I trust him more each day. We are developing a bond.

Barkly's owner is a surf buddy of bones. You could tell they had a mutual respect for each other. It carried over to Barkly and I getting along.

Later a couple showed up with a young male Lab Roxy and I did our thing and the owners were very
upset Bones explained my recent situation and how excited I was to be able to play let alone get physical and run It may not have helped that my rambunctious girlfriend was barking and nipping at the humans. The man gruffly said it was not fair that his dog was on a leash and we were not.

Bones muttered that since it was a park he could unleash his dog and let us all run together.

That to them was not a viable option He leashed us until they left. He said he felt sorry for their dog and wanted to avoid problems.

Oh yea, I did a bunch of roll overs on the grass with Roxy, those were cool. I could not have done that before. I guess they are the equivalent of a human summersault.

Until next time be sure to tell the ones you love that you love them and hug them just for the heck of it.

I love you all Cash Fargo Bellinger  Bones and Roxy Bellinger

Dog Day Afternoon

This is from a friend I met online. We have not seen each other in real life, but I wanted to share his story. He is also one of the lucky ones. 

Hi Cash ... My name is Navahoe. I know—typical hippie name, but my human is sort of a throwback to the 60s even though he wasn't even born then. Anyway, my human's girlfriend thinks you are cute, and also that we sort of look alike, so she wanted to send off these pics to you and Bones. 


I am an old guy, and until my human rescued me, I lived my whole live in a barn with another dog named Cooper. My human brought us in from the cold last winter. Cooper died, but I am very happy to have a nice warm home now. It is still inside the barn, but I get to come inside the barn apartment, get fed, and most nights I get meat treats from the food cooked over the campfire. 


So, life is pretty good. My human is passed out, but his girlfriend is still awake, working away on the computer, and says hello ...

All The Bitches Love A Little Cash

Wowee what a day. It is as if a door opened and I walked through from the shade into an open pasture of sunlight and green grass. Today I feel even better than the day before. My senses are abloom and I am coming back to life.

The day started out a little boring. The ride over the pass was uneventful, although once again with my head out the window and no pain in my brain the day held promise.
Little did I know what a blast it would turn out to be. Let me be up front: I am a nice guy for sure but it seems as I get better I am also missing something, mainly the chance to cause a little trouble. That's right folks Cash is a badass.

Now I am not saying I am looking for a fight but I sure won't back down from one.
 I also feel a little guilty about Bone's knee. Now that I realize he can not physically pursue me I like to get about 20 yards head start and just ignore him when he yells for me to come back. It's not like I am going to run away but hey I have things to sniff and duties to do. I will come back when I deem it fit.

Enough of the chit-chat let's get to the meat of things.

In the park today were a plethora of female canines.

There was Lilly the rat terrier (body surfer). There was Ginger, a Rottweiler Ridgeback mix who had also gotten lucky. She was tied to a post in a park for 3 days before her new owner saved her. She is huge, I head butted her, I tackled her, I chased her, and I tried to do other things inappropriate to mention on this forum.

I also chased Lilly she and I have an off and on relationship and then Zoe a year old boxer mix showed up. Her human threw the ball for her while I chased her with all my speed and strength. I wore them all out.

Brody showed up a little later, he was a little stand offish. He is recovering from the spinnies some kind off inner ear infection. I can relate, I gave him his space. I think I posted the pictures of all my girlfriends in the post below.  To sum up I am too cool for school. If you want some of this just let me know. I am feeling pretty spunky today and I hope it keeps getting better.

Love to you and all the creatures and humans that you love.

Cash and Bones Bellinger  

Dog Song

This was written by Alli my predecessor I want to share it.

I walk these frozen white grounds on 4 legs

The mountains scream their ancient mysteries while

They spew their colors and visions at me

The trees chatter with the wings of morning flight

The birds tell us their secrets and laugh at our earthbound bodies

We sniff we eat the brilliant green grass we throw up and poop

we sniff each others butts

It is beautiful and cold blue

close to God 

frozen breathed and empty minded 

I stagger home to my food bowl

Tin cup and a wagon

Hi folks it is that time again. Bones saw the paw prints on his keyboard.  I think he has figured out I am using his computer:

Bones and I headed into town this morning in his little beater Honda. I like the little car because I can see out all the windows. It seems all my senses are coming back to life.

I love to stand up on the seat and look out the window. Sometimes I get in the backseat put my head on his left shoulder just to see what he is looking at.

Now that my head feels better I love to have it touched. I am slowly training him to pet me while he drives.
I simply put my paw on his lap and apply pressure to let him know I want my head stroked. He is slowly catching on.

  I found a new and wonderful activity today. Bones rolled the glass down all the way so I could stick my head out the window feel the air rush by my face. I opened my mouth and took big gulps of the wind.
I could smell and taste things I have not been able to for a long time. The sensation of the wind on my face was exhilarating.

I wondered if I could catch the other  people in their cars coming at us. I tried to bite them as they passed by. Bones laughed so hard I had to lick his face to get him to stop.

I am not sure and I hope he is kidding but bones says I better get strong because he has a job for me.

He went to a knee doctor today and they told him bad things that upset him greatly.
They said he needs a new knee because the one he has no longer works
I wonder if that is why he moans and whimpers like a little puppy at night when I am trying to sleep?

  He said when I am better he is going to hook me up to a cart. He will ride in the cart while I pull him through the streets and he recites freeform verse.  I will collect money in a tin cup hooked to my harness.  

He seemed down so I prodded him with my paw to let him know I wanted a hug.

He hugged me and told me he was glad I was here.  I am glad I am here to help him.

I love you all.  Until next time Cash Fargo Bellinger

Baby

Cash's Log: Star date 21st Century

This is my friend. I wrote about Baby in an earlier blog. We spent the 4th of July together. He is as tough as I am and hides his pain behind a smile.

I love him

A Dog's Eye View

Cash's Log: Star date 21st Century

Roxy spent the night again. It was great fun. She wanted to play fight last night ,but I was not quite healed enough yet.  I bared my teeth and put on my meanest look and let her know I was not ready.

Morning came quickly, Bones and I tried to sleep in but Roxy had other plans.
She has her own alarm system.

First she chomps her teeth together—open close, open close, over and over again.
Bones calls it the alligator.
If that doesn't work, she dumps the trash and drags it through the house.

If that fails, she simply barks at a pitch so high and loud no one can sleep, let alone think.
Bones threatens to rip her face off, but I don't think he would.

My face is a little better again today, although my nose is still running. I think it is because the bones are dissolved from the fungus in my right nostril. I have aspergillosis if I haven't told you yet.

I let Bones rub my head again.

I told you about my excitement at getting to see Megan and her people, her mom, dad, brother and her dog baby.
It was super fun I felt well enough to partake in the activities.

Baby is huge. He has something called the wobbles and has trouble walking and standing, but he still has a great spirit.
I tried to get him to wrestle, we pretend growled and played as hard as we were able. I can relate to him, other humans would have given up on him. He and I are pretty lucky.

He has a nice back yard with a giant pond filled with water.

I could see my reflection looking back at me it was fascinating.
He also has lots of toys.
I found one that looked like a duck and when you bite it it made a noise like a duck.
I got on one of the pool chairs and played with it for a long time.
It was the first time I have been able to shake my head from side to side in and bite down on something at the same time since I can't remember.

It was a blast and the humans were very amused at the act I put on. You could say I quacked them up.

Roxy found a tennis ball, a feat she can perform almost anywhere. Mark and Matt and Susan  tossed it for her. She is tireless, I love her energy.
Megan got to shoot the white goop down my throat and I got to spit it back on her.

Before I left, I licked Baby on his head and ears to let him know, I understand his pain, and to thank him for sharing his yard, toys, and the love of these wonderful people.

I could taste his love and I think he could feel mine also.

Later that night at Bone's house there were loud booms for a long time.
Roxy barked nonstop until Bones convinced her it was not the end of the world, although it sounded like it.

I of course was unafraid and unfazed by the onslaught of explosions and people screaming and yelling ( well maybe I was a little upset).
It seemed to go on forever, we thought many people must be pounding on the doors and windows. Then it got quiet as if it never happened.
Just when we thought it was over, a series of smaller explosions continued into the night. We all went to bed late.

All in all a fun filled day with good people good pooches and lots of love.

Cash Bellinger's Journal

Now the Journals of Cash Fargo Bellinger


Day 2, out of surgery:

Today I slept in. My head feels a little better each day. In the mornings my new human tries to shoot some liquid down my throat. I pretend to let him do it and then I spit it back in his face. It cracks me up.

My new human is a cuddler and it kind of bugs me.

This morning I waited until he fell back asleep, climbed on his chest and put my face on his face.

It backfired on me, he wrapped his arms around me kissed my nose and went back to sleep.

I guess they have finally stopped torturing me.

For a while there people were shooting me up with drugs and digging around in my head every other day.

I went to the park again and ran with a pit bull for a while.

Later this fine long legged bitch showed up. I huffed up next to her and gave her my sexiest growl.

Next thing I knew her human grabbed my face and tried to hold me down.

My human huffed up his hackles and told her to never touch me, he got in her man's face and said some things I did not understand.

I heard him explain that dogs figure it out. She argued for a while, he growled at her and her companion . They did not touch me again.  He told me later she looked like a human rat.

I love you all.


Cash Fargo Bellinger

Day 3

This is a good day with much to report:

Late last night, I finally felt well enough to let my human rub my head. I have given him a name. I call him "Bones"—it seems the humans are less confused if you name them.

Bones has wanted to hold my head since I met him, I did not let him, for my pain was so severe I could barely move my head, let alone have it touched.

So as I said, late last night I initiated the activity by getting on the couch and putting my head on his lap. He rubbed my temples, my eyes, my chin, and for the first time in months—my nose.

He gently massaged my nose and forehead for 40 minutes (280 minutes in dog time). It felt glorious I could tell he loved it as much as I did.

I am starting to trust Bones a little more as time goes by, and the searing fire inside my head subsides. I have been afraid of being abandoned or sent to the place of no return that dogs whisper horror stories about.

Now it seems things are changing, for one I can smile again without it hurting my face.

Today is a big day. We picked up Roxy. She is a fireball of energy, mischief, noise and love. She is spending the night I am so excited I love her. She is a cattle dog built much like a small cow.

I am very tired from yesterday I had no idea how much energy I expended in the park running. I guess I have only been out of the hospital for two days so I am doing well.

We went to the park where Bones threw the ball for Roxy. I chased it also. Life is so much better without pain. We met a big Chocolate lab and barked at bikes and people.

Oh yes and silly Bones tried to shoot the liquid down my throat again. This time I spit it on his chest (he must like this game).

I got to see Bone's human puppy Jesse. I miss him and his best friend Megan.

Tomorrow Roxy, Bones and I are going to see Megan and her family and Baby their dog.

I am excited I will be able to play with so many good people and so many dog friends.

I love you all.


Cash Fargo Bellinger

No Country For Old Dogs

Cash's Log

Just found out that they eat dogs in some countries. I am glad I didn't end up in one of those places.

Yesterday Bones and I went to the place he eats breakfast and walked by the beach for a while.
I haven't been to the beach since my hospital stay. I hope to go soon (the beach, that is). The last time we ate breakfast there (they give me turkey) Roxy was with us, and she bit a woman on the sweater and put a hole in it.

My dog friends: Lillie, a rat terrier with a big attitude that lives in Summerland. I hear she is a fearless body surfer.

Baby the big dog of Megan and her people. He lives in Goleta.

Brodie an Aussie he lives in Ojai. I play in the park with him sometimes.

Roxy my girlfriend, I saw her today.
We walked on the Douglas Preserve, a big piece of land where dogs get to go off leash and play with no rules. We walked on a log Jesse took a video I am sending it along with this short update.

Also yesterday we parked at Ventura beach and watched the waves.
I know now what Bones is doing when he leaves me in the car for two hours—he is surfing.
There were squirrels running on the rocks and I wanted to chase them.
I tried to jump out the window to get them.
I saw one from across the street on the railroad tracks it seemed it was taunting me. I can see better, smell more and hear many more sounds now that my head is clearing up.

I may have to go through the "procedure" one more time. I hope not.

Bones went to a place to wash his car, a somewhat fruitless endeavor since his car has been dogiffied by Roxy and I.

I tried to bite the water when it hit the window but it never came in the car.
I could not have played this game before so anything is fun now.
Sometimes we go to Rincon. He watches from The Backside steps for a while and then puts on a strange rubber suit and leaves me in the car while he rides on the ocean.

Have a good day and evening everyone.


Love Cash and Bones Bellinger