The Story of Tank

This is a good story, but have heard many just like it over the years.

http://fortheloveofthedogblog.com/article/just-a-dog-story/the-story-of-tank

War Dogs Remembered

Another pictorial tribute to war dogs, RVN days.

http://www.cnn.com/2010/LIVING/02/12/war.dogs/index.html?hpt=C1

SF Film, early days

This film, a PR piece, is of early Special Forces, around 1962 or so. Brings back memories. SF has changed a lot, in some ways, and in others hasn't.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyL8N14sak8

Dogs Have Bigger Brains

Dogs are smarter than cats. 'Nuff said.

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/11/101127105348.htm

Dogs in Hospitals

More and more weredogs are doing this. I know a weredog who is doing this now and has been a physician in human phase, twice. She says she is learning things about disease, but is finding very difficult to share that with the other doctors, who see her just as a dog.

http://www.mayoclinic.org/physicalmedicine-rst/jack-the-dog.html?mc-emref=y.

6th Mass Extinction?

This ties in with much of my investigations and fears of late.

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2011/03/110302131844.htm

Dog rescued from floating debris

This vid got a lot of attention, on TV and internet. It is of Japanese Coast Guard crew rescuing a dog from a floating pile of debris after the March 2011 tsunami.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/42375828#42375828

Dog Loyalty

This was shot in Japan after the tidal wave.

http://videos2view.net/loyalty.htm

War Dog Tribute

This is an outstanding tribute to war dogs.

http://www.southeuclidpolice.com/K-9Presentation.html

SF Dog Found After 14 Months

An Aussie SF dog told me about this story. I then looked it up. Amazing.

http://www.fadedtribune.com/2009/11/australian-special-forces-dog-sarbi-found-alive-after-14-months-in-afghanistan/

Saved a Human, A Shelter Story

This was told to me by a small Terrier mix, and it is how many dogs think about such situations.


I RESCUED A HUMAN TODAY

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively
into the kennels.
I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.
I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn't be afraid.

As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I
had in the back of my cage.
I didn't want her to know that I hadn't been walked today.
Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I didn't want her to
think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped that she wouldn't feel sad about my
past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a
difference in someone's life.

She got down on her knees and made little kissy sounds at me. I shoved
my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her.
Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship.

A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all
would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly
jumped into her arms.
I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side.
I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and
sparkle in her eyes.
I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor.
So many more are out there who haven't walked the corridors.
So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

Dog and Dolphin

I will get back to telling of my escapes and escapades of the last 9 months after I catch up on things, posts I have been collecting to put out on the blog.

This is something not even I have ever seen before.

PTSD Service Dogs

A friend of mine is involved in this, as a trainer, not a dog.

http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/04/03/us/04dogs/index.html

I'm Back

I am back and I don't even know where to begin, or pick up, or even where I left off. So much has happened. I should be dead. I am back in KC, but not with Jack, Sherry, Sven and Rick. I look in on them from time to time, but can never live with them again. I check in on them from time to time. I am friends on Facebook with Rick and Sven and they of course have no idea who I am.

I had to leave KC, then had to leave North America. I have traveled a lot since last fall. I had to plead for my life with the elders, when I learned that the Waerwulfas AND the Varans had been tasked to silence me. "Silence" means "kill" to Varans and Waerwulfas, and usually to elders.

Europe is much the same, from the last time I was there (a long time), yet very different. Afghanistan is worse than I expected. Sri Lanka is a nice place to visit, but wouldn't want to live there.

I found out who killed Rex, and who Warin's mother is. I hid out with Dionna. Caitlyn has expelled any concerns any one of us, in the pack, might have had about her not being ready or a good pick for weredom.

I have lots of updates, and lots to tell from my recent travels.