Helen's Home World: December 2011

Friday, December 30, 2011

Grateful, grateful!

This has been a tough year and it's been a little hard to be grateful for all that I have.

First, in March, we had a terrible event in the family that caused a lot of stress and anxiety amongst all of us; then in May, my father passed away from cancer; in June, we lost my niece's Westie Toby to cancer as well, and through it all I've been worried about Tucker's health.

Dad and Timmy

But still when I think that all that I have, I am really lucky. I have a very nice home, a good job, my health, wonderful family and friends, and two wonderful furkids. I am able to enjoy playing agility, travelling, and other outings without having to wonder too much if I have enough money for it all. Beckett and Tucker make me happy even when I'm a little down.

Tucker and Beckett

We had a wonderful Christmas. Not too much snow. I spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at my sister's place with her family. It's nice to have them so close, their love and support is something for which I'm grateful. I hosted a dinner for them, my youngest sister and her daughter yesterday. I am grateful for the time we have together as those special memories will always be with us.

Daniel and Tucker

Jessica opening a gift

A Habs Fan, can't you tell.

I'll spend New Year's Eve with family too and then on New Year's Day will fly out to see my mother and spend some of the holiday with her. Spend time with your parents whenever you can; it's probably the best gift you can give to them.

Mrs Claus?

Mum - Christmas 2011

So even if life brings some hardships, I always try to remember that I am truly blessed, but I sure hope that 2012 will be a little less stressful.

Hope you all have a happy healthy New Year!!!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas!!

We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!!!

Happy Howlidays

Luv Beckett and Tucker

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Presenting the Tree

My tree for Christmas 2011. The picture doesn't do it justice. I'm thinking maybe I should get some white pointsettias or some ribbon to fill it up a bit more.

Friday, December 9, 2011

Crisp mas is coming...

Hi everyone, is me Beckett. Ise ben reading Ludo's and Denny's, oops I mean Reilly's blogs. Weese ben getting reddy here for Crisp mas too. My Mums ben decorating all da rooms. I really dunno why but she puts up lots of lights and ornomints, she says to get into the spirit of Crisp mas. She says weese gonna get a tree in the house again too.

The family room is decorated with lots o snow mens. They is on the table and fir place mantle. They is even on the wall ore the couch.

She put a wittle village in the live-in room, I dunno whyse we call it that cuz we don lives in it very much at all. And there's flowers around it called Pointsetters but I don think they'se much like setters at all.

Mums even put some decorations in da baffrooms, even in da one that no one uses, how funny is dat.

Mums says weese got to be good or Santa paws wont bring us our pressies, so Ise trying to be a good boy. Is hard to be good all the time cuz I still likes to emptee the garbage can in the baffrooms for Mums. I cant hardly wait for Santa paws to come, Ise allways gots good pressies from him.

Denny, don you listen to ebery thins Reilly tells you about Santa paws. Tucker tells me fibs too, big brudders is like that sometimes, mostly tho they is nice to have around.

Good nights ebery one, be good or if you cant be good, be dog, haha thats a joke.

Luv, Beckett

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Ssshh don't tell...

I bought the last of Beckett's Christmas gifts tonight: an Angry Birds squeaky toy and The AMAZING Dog Trick Kit. I probably won't get around to teaching him the tricks but the kit has a flying disc in it. And we all know Beckett loves his Frisbees. Tucker and Beckett will also be getting new Christmas socks and lots of treats.

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Agility Blessing

May the tunnels not have too much suction,
May the course be fun and fast.
May your dog not stop to say "hello" to the photographers they pass!
May the table not be too slippery,
May the chute house no scary beasts,
May all the yellow parts be touched with one little toe, at least
May the wind be always at your back,
May no bars fall on the ground,
May the A-frame have no stop sign on the top,
May the judge's whistle never sound.
May your dog obey all correct commands,
And ignore the ones that are wrong.
May your heart be light, your feet be sure, and the bond with your dog grow strong.
At the finish line, may great joy abound, regardless of your score,
You have your dog, your dog has you, and who could ask for more?

Written by: PJ Hughes

What is a Title!

Not just a brag, not just a stepping stone to a higher title, not just an adjunct to competitive scores. A Title is a tribute to the dog that bears it, a way to honor that dog, an ultimate memorial. It will remain in the record and in the memory for about as long as anything in this world can remain. Few humans will do as well or better in that regard, and though the dog himself doesn't know or care that his achievements have been noted, a Title says many things in the world of humans, where such things count.

A Title says your dog was intelligent, and adaptable, and good natured. It says that your dog loved you enough to do the things that please you, however crazy they may have sometimes seemed. And a Title says that you loved your dog, that you loved to spend time with him because he was a good dog, and that you believed in him enough to give him yet another chance when he failed, and that in the end your faith was justified.

A Title proves that your dog inspired you to have the special relationship enjoyed by so few, that in the world of disposable creatures, this dog with a Title was greatly loved, and loved greatly in return. And when that dear short life is over, the Title remains as a memorial of the finest kind, the best you can give to a deserving friend, volumes of praise in one small set of initials before or after the name.

A Title is nothing less than love and respect, given and received, permanently recorded.

Written by Sandy Mowery, Wisconsin

The Last Battle

If it should be that I grow frail and weak
And pain should keep me from my sleep,
Then will you do what must be done,
For this -- the last battle -- can't be won.

You will be sad I understand,
But don't let grief then stay your hand,
For on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship must stand the test.

We have had so many happy years,
You wouldn't want me to suffer so.
When the time comes, please, let me go.
Take me to where to my needs they'll tend,
Only, stay with me till the end

And hold me firm and speak to me
Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time you will agree
It is a kindness you do to me.

Although my tail its last has waved,
From pain and suffering I have been saved.
Don't grieve that it must be you
Who has to decide this thing to do;

We've been so close -- we two -- these years,
Don't let your heart hold any tears.

Author Unknown

Beyond the Rainbow

As much as I loved the life we had and all the times we played,

I was so very tired and knew my time on earth would fade.

I saw a wondrous image then of a place that’s trouble-free,

Where all of us can meet again to spend eternity.

I saw the most beautiful Rainbow, and on the other side

Were animals of every sort as healthy as could be!

My own tired, failing body was fresh and healed and new

I wanted to run with them, but I had something left to do.

I needed to reach out to you, and tell you I’m alright

That this place is truly wonderful,

Then a bright Glow pierced the night.

Twas the Glow of many candles shining bright, strong and bold

I knew then that it held your love in its brilliant shades of gold.

For although we may not be together in the way we used to be,

We are still connected by a cord no eye can see.

So, whenever you need to find me, we’re never far apart,

If you look beyond the Rainbow and listen with your heart.

Do you think the time is right?

May I say goodbye to pain filled days and endless lonely nights?
I've lived my life and done my best, an example tried to be.
So can I take that step beyond, and set my spirit free?
I didn't want to go at first, I fought with all my might.
But something seems to draw me now to a warm and living light.
I want to go, I really do; it's difficult to stay.
But I will try as best I can to live just one more day.
To give you time to care for me and share your love and fears.
I know you're sad and afraid, because I see your tears.
I'll not be far, I promise that, and hope you'll always know,
That my spirit will be close to you wherever you may go.
Thank you so for loving me. You know I love you too,
And that's why it's so hard to say goodbye and end this life with you.
So hold me now just one more time and let me hear you say,
Because you care so much for me, you'll let me go today.

I Loved You Best

So this is where we part, My Friend,

And you'll run on, around the bend.

Gone from sight, but not from mind,

new pleasures there you'll surely find.

I will go on; I'll find the strength,

Life measures quality, not its length.

One long embrace before you leave,

Share one last look, before I grieve.

There are others, that much is true,

But they be they, and they aren't you.

And I, fair, impartial, or so I thought,

Will remember well all you've taught.

Your place I'll hold, you will be missed,

The fur I stroked, the nose I kissed.

And as you journey to your final rest,

Take with you this...I loved you best.

-Jim Willis

The Price We Pay

There is a cycle of love and death that shapes the lives of those who choose to travel in the company of animals.

It is a cycle unlike any other.

To those who have never lived through it's turnings and walked it's rocky path, our willingness to give our hearts with the full knowledge it will be broken seems incomprehensible.

Only we know how small price we pay for what we receive; our grief, no matter how powerful it may be, is an insufficient measure of the joy we have been given.

Suzanne Clother