Sir Coogee

Sir Coogee here. Wanted to paw thru some notes and bring you up to date.

     Wobble-walk is still moanin' away in bed, so I squirreled off with his laptop on mincing tippy toes. Nary a stir from ole flop-face.

     Very kind of you to write about me yet again. Yes I'm a Leo, but then all us ratters are Leo's by definition. Yes I'm a bloody good service dog, but then only Labs and Germies are smarter than us in my opinion, so with patience we too can train silly humans to act properly so we can do our job. If you all remember I was in the newsletter some time back helping Sug Dad become a walking human again, a long recovery from being a paraplegic. He still isn’t quite his old self again but has made huge leaps and bounds from being bed ridden, he says Thanks to Me !!!


Yes, I'm a true and agile athlete, but listen here: I have no choice!  Gum-teeth loves his motorcycles and his snowmobile for all the arm and back exercise they provide. My IQ is not zippo-city. No way is Sugar-Daddy leaving my home without me. So I can make pretty much a flying leap and land up in my motorcycle trike seat; and now I can jump from a far piece away and land dead center on his snowmobile seat. Bullseye.  I have attached a couple photos of my snowmobile poses. I now ride with my front feet on the handlebars. And would you believe that people slow down and/or pull over in their cars along the nearby secondary road to watch me. My balance is superb. I so love the snow.


Ok I'm off to run NOW

Yes, I love -- I L-O-V-E -- to run run run. F-o-u-r miles every morn before 9am. The huge snowplows in the Malls wave to me. I am too busy, tho. Sug Dad chats with them, but I am too busy chasing any crows or sea gulls off MY parking lots. And yes again, I give SugDad 30 seconds to stop the car and brag about me to people. Then I bite the tires and yelp like you would not believe until those tires begin to turn and I hear the engine rev. About once a month we go to a little town and I knock off about 7 miles total in all my runs.


Com On....I'll race ya Sug Dad.....

Yes, I suppose I am a bit spoiled, what with my nuked hot dog every night in bed, my rotisserie chicken, liver, stewing shins, carrot strips, bagel bits, and my tortilla goodies. But still, it is very very kind of you to write about me. Very kind, my breeder-mom. I'm touched and appreciative.

     In return, I will write you a piece later on. It will be doggie to doggie, tho. I will be telling your ratter readers how to train the elderly and the handicapped to become good service dog owners. I think you will like it.


Oh for goodness sake, can't you keep up?

 I know that flop-ears really wants to bring me over to see my daddy and mommy some Sunday on the way to or back from NYC. And I want to meet you and thank you again for finding me the biggest dog-spoiler known to the cyno-phile world. The constant pain of his SCI, though, really puts a damper on his travel. Heck, I don't think I've been back to NYC to visit Noodle in 9 months even. (I think you remember Noodle; he is the small- size ratter who guarded apple strudel eyes when he was bed-ridden. Noodle also watched over me and was very possessive of me when I first arrived in NY from your home.)


Uh oh! Here comes that babbling, blather- ing, bloviating Sugar Daddy down the hallway. Got to go. Will tell you another time about the night I got skunked by a skunkster who was stalking Sug Dad in the backyard one night last Fall. Ugh!!!! Ok, the most regally spoiled rat terrier this side of heaven.

    Gleefully, Sir Coogee


Phew.....I'm tired, what a day..........

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A FAITHFUL DOG BY: ANONYMOUS

A Faithful Dog Will Play With You
And Laugh With You -Or Cry-
He'll Gladly Starve To Stay With You
Nor Ever Reason Why,
And When You're Feeling Out Of Sorts
Somehow He'll Understand
He'll Watch You With His Shining Eyes
And Try To Lick Your Hand.
His Blind, Implicit Faith In You
Is Matched By His Great Love -
The Kind That All Of Us Should Have
In The Master, Up Above.
When Everything Is Said And Done
I Guess This Isn't Odd
For When You Spell "Dog" Backwards
You Get The Name Of God.

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