Sunday, March 24, 2019

Long Live The Captain

It is with heavy hearts that the crew of the Canine  Space Pirate Ship Nargle bid “Bon Voyage” on her trip across The Rainbow Bridge to our beloved Captain, Emma the ‘Roid.  The late Captain was a fierce defender of the ship from the Klingon Kats, a great mentor to the youngest crew members, and mostly, a fine friend.  A sudden decline in mobility and in her blood chemistry hastened her end.  We will miss you, Captain!!!
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Driving 580 Miles for a Burger
In Happier Days
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We’ll Miss That Face

Busy, Busy

A very busy weekend.  So much is expected of we pirate dogs.  For instance, keeping them chickens in line:
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Crazy Wyandottes
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More Wyandottes
The Wyandottes are always in motion, flapping, running…..They are crazy.  One of them is singled out by having a white (mostly) breast–she’s Ranjitta, named after an old white cat our parents had named Ranjit Singh, Lion of the Punjab:
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Ranjitta with one of her Buff Sisters
Now the rooster, yet to be named, is getting rather peckish, running up to the fence to “protect” his girls…….
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Peckish Rooster
Then there are the Cuckoo Marans, which we (and our Dad) call “Cuckoo Morons” because they fight, run, try to fly, perch on their water containers, don’t go into the coop when they should, just generally act in an obnoxious manner.  But they should lay some beautiful chocolate-brown eggs once they start laying:
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Cuckoo Maran
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Cuckoo Maran

So chicken duties take up a good deal of time.  And we really get disappointed when our parents share the left overs from their breakfast with both us and the chickens.
But we got a special chore this weekend—-“good luck” howlies.  Our human sister moved to a new house and they put their old one on the market with an open house this past weekend.  So we gave them some good luck:
That’s the latest from the CSPS Nargle. Stay cool!!!!

Of K-9 and Feathered Cousins

So Dad went to CA for the graduations of a couple of the human grandkids from middle school and high school.  But what is of most interest to us Pirate Dogs is the menagerie the kids live with!!!!!  We have a good sized pack but not remarkable unless you count the chickens.  Well, maybe we should re-phrase that.  We, individually, are each quite remarkable but also a well functioning crew for The Nargle (see here for more about that name).  But the CA branch……….
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This is Buddy, a Siberian Husky puppy.  Already bigger than Leny, largest of the Pirate Dogs.  Noisier than a banshee but very communicative when he wants to be.  You want to keep your toes out from under his feet.
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Then there’s Bentley, who enjoys chewing on your appendages while humping your leg.
And the birds:
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That’s dad’s son with Charlie who is supposed to be “his bird only” and a terror to anyone else….More on that in a moment.
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Now this beast is Gandalf.  Mostly he sorta stays on his cage and either sleeps, feigns sleep, or emits a god-awful commotion of squawking.
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Here’s Charlie on his cage top perch shortly before his comeuppance.
Now Charlie is feared by most of the household, being their dad’s bird and only he can control him  Well, we got a dad too, and he’s pretty awesome.
Voila:
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Our dad took a selfie with Charlie perched on his arm!!!!!  So much for that bird’s terrifying reputation.  (Dad says we shouldn’t mention the scars from Charlie’s beak though….)
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The youngest human has a bird named Stitch that ate our sister
Dee’s apple, pooped on her arm, then retreated to her owner’s belly……a worthy addition to the crew!!!!
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This is a picture of Sunny, Dee’s dog, with a cup of ice water at an Italian ristorante.  We understand whippets are ice-cube connoisseurs.
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And this is Spirit, Sunny’s housemate, a foster dog who couldn’t be moved on because he was just too cool.

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And last but not least, our Dad got to meet Reha, the dog of a friend who lives in Alaska and whom we faithfully follow on Facebook.
The cat Mix-up declined to be interviewed or photographed for this story.
Best of all, our dad is back after a week in CA and we are all settled back into our routines.

Fridays

We keep hearing all this TGIF stuff—-“Oh, it’s so wonderful, it’s Friday!!!!!”
Well, from the perspective of the Nargle, Fridays pretty much suck.  Take yesterday, for example…..our parents went to breakfast, we got locked in the Nargle.  Dad and our brother ran errands, mom went knitting, stuck were we.  Dad came home, let us out, we saw him stash a bundle of goodies in the fridge.  He called us in; we expected treats; we got stashed back in the Nargle and he went to the gym.  An  hour or so later (we think–telling time isn’t one of a dog’s major mental attributes), he came home and let us out.
While we were relieving ourselves from the long confinement, dad retrieved the bundle from the fridge.  All we can say is the chickens made out like bandits: lettuce, tomato, Mexican rice, frijoles refritos……We got to split a flour tortilla and a few chips!!!!  You’d figure the least they could have done was added a little salsa!!!!
This pretty much happens every Friday so now you know why for we perros piraticus, FRIDAY SUCKS!!!!!!!


Cream Colored Dogs in the Nargle

Gee, it’s been almost a year since the last post.  Facebook makes it too easy to post pictures and quick comments.  But at the same time, that site lacks the depth and quality of discussion that this site allows,  So WE ARE BACK!!!!!!!!!
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And here they are—-the dogs of this post’s title.  On the left is Beany Bacciagalupe; on the right Anton Chico.  They are relaxing in the CSPS Nargle.
Oh, we guess a refresher is needed.  The Nargle is our Canine Space Pirate Ship, named after beings that even Luna Lovegood does not know what they are but only that they do exist…….Please refer to your Harry Potter collection.  Sorry, that’s all we can say about how the ship got its name.  Our parents refer to it as our crate…..
So to refresh your memories:
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Left to right, seated in the ship, Emma ‘Roid (captain), Weetz Elva, and Leny the Sharprador (second in command)
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Next is Petey Pablo, also called Lobster—old pic, he presently sports an orange collar…
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And, rounding out the crew, Dweezil, a rescue found wandering by the nearby railroad tracks.
All of us are rescues.  Emma was rescued from an incompetent breeder; Leny was transported from an Ohio kill center to a New Hampshire shelter and adopted when she impressed our dad by running to the back of her cage and coming forth with a tennis ball in her mouth and asking our parents to take her home;  Weetz was rescued from the Clovis NM shelter on the last day before she was to be put down; Petey was at the Las Cruces Farmer’s Market being shown by the local shelter and, making eye contact with our mother, convinced her we needed to add him to the crew;  Chico was also from the LC shelter, via the Market, lying in a crate with his curly tail in his water dish; Dweezil, as noted above, wandered down the road from the rail bed and found his pack;  Beany was spotted standing on his hind legs in the middle of a fairly busy road–he held out his arms to our mother who took him to her knitting group with  her and gave him a thorough bath when they returned home.
So now that you, the reader, has been familiarized with the pack, welcome back to our blog and we will endeavor to be more timely with our posts.  Feel free to peruse the back issues, so to speak, and we’ll see you soon!!!!!

Requiem

Back in the 90s, when “the boy” was at NYU, he and his room mate moved and could not keep a pet.  The cat’s name was Cleo and, naturally, “the boy” foisted the creature off on his parents.  Cleo joined Keeker and Cody as the Klingon Kats.  Cleo Clytemnestra, as she came to be called, also outlived her fellow Klingons.  The humans were unsure of her age when we got her but figure she was near 20 this year.
She acquired various nicknames like Zombie Cat and Dead Cat because of her age and increasing frailty.  But she never lost her vocal strength—-the feeble cat could SCREAM, especially if she felt it was feeding time (which was all the time as she neared the end.)  Over the past several months she lost weight, suffered some hearing loss, and, over the last couple of days, vision failure.  On Saturday April 25, 2015, sometime in the night time hours, she crossed the Rainbow Bridge to be reunited with her original crew of Klingon Kats.  Requiescat in pace, Cleo Clytemnestra.
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Hunting in New Hampshire in her younger days
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The Dowager Feline