Thursday, October 2, 2008

Gravy in Heaven for Grendel

Grendel left peacefully, in the loving embrace of his guardians. He wanted all of you to know that he appreciated all the prayers and love you sent his way.

Be Loving. Accept Dogs. Do It Now.

I'm going to Have a Golden Tail!!


It's me, Grendel! I am at the Shabazz-man's place. He has been really nice to me and gave me a Great Steroid Shot that made me feel a Lot Better and made sure I had my Gravy. I have my Green Rug here in the kennel and it's nice and comfy.

But I have to tell you something. My legs don't work anymore. The Shabazz-man said they won't ever work again. But I won't need them anymore. I am going away. I am going up to Heaven to see God and St. Laika and Cub and Cassady and Zorra and Sneakaround Jones and Fluffy and all the dogs who have already gotten their Golden Tails. I'm going to wait for Mom and Da to come see me first, though, to say goodbye.

I am sad for Mom and Da, 'cause they'll miss me, but I am not sad or scared, because I know all about the Last Day. Rowan's guardian splained it so well:
“Imagine you are in the best place you’ve ever been, you feel strong and alert, you are at the top of your game. You might even be running, or just walking along the shore...” “If you look around,” she said, “you will start to see other animals, you will recognize them and maybe even stop to play with them. All your friends from the blog will be there, your fellow canine bishops will be there, and +Maya too. You’ll see Romeo and Buddy. And your human friends will be there too.” After that maybe you can see Jesus and, a’course he’s going to be all happy and laughing and everything. Jesus will definitely give us pets, I feel fairly confident of that. And Jesus’ mother will be there to welcome us to Dog Heaven. Saint Roch, Saint Francis, and MadPriest will be there too naturally and they will all play with us. I am sure one of them will have treats...”
This is a great splanation. Oh, it will be a Joyous Party! Gravy and Love and Golden Tails Galore! Rowan, I'll be waiting for you!

Peace out, Scout!

Love and Gravy and Goodbye,


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Pray for a Dog

Yesterday Grendel took an alarming turn for the worst. Where as before only his right front paw was unstable, yesterday he was very shaky on all four legs and his right front paw was totally non-functional. He seemed quite unsettled. Last night I stayed awake with Grendel until he finally went to sleep. I took him into the vet today.

The Shabazz-man was not very comforting. He said it was not arthritis. He said that based on the configuration of the paw and the stiffness of the limb it appeared to be one of two things: an advanced tumor of the spine or some sort of degenerative spine disease. He was alarmed at the progression (we had taken Grendel in three weeks ago for his annual and there was no signficant problem besides a stiffness in the legs and the loss of a few front teeth)

Sp Grendel is spending the night at the Shabazz-man's and he will have X-rays and other diagnostics. If you are inclined to pray for a dog, pray that he remains pain-free. Pray that we have the strength to do what is needful. If you have a dog, give him love. Kiss him and tell him you love him. As Grendel would say, Do It Now!

I will keep you posted.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

I'm back.

Hi! It's me, Grendel!

I'm sorry I've been away. My legs have been hurting me lately so I haven't been in the InterTubes. Mom has been giving me some Special Stuff to help dogs:
It's called Glue, 'Cause I'm Eem and Can Draw Tim. The Glue helps hold your joints together. I don't know what "Eem" means but maybe it means "kindy shaky like on my legs". There's also Omigod 3. (It's not Swearing, 'cause it's medicine.)

(Mom thinks I have arthritis and I have to go see the Shabazz-man tomorrow to get Strong Medicine for it). She also built me a ramp but I will save that for later.

I have an adventure to share with you. This happened a while back. First off, I met Joe. He is a Major Dog Acceptor and and all-around Gooperson.
This is where Joe lives and Parties with the Dogs.

I had to Pass a Test to get to stay with Joe. It's called a Non-Agressive Dog Test. To make sure I don't Snouterize anyone.

Mom and Da were not sure I would pass, 'cause of the Misanthropic part. The Growlies. But I showed them! I passed with Flying Colors!

This is not a very good photo of Joe and Me.

And so I got to go to Doggy Day Care!!

All the Good Dogs Party Together! No keeping us apart in Cages.
These are my friends Angus and Cardinal Biggles.
They wanted to know if I am a Major Dog Partyer. I said, "You bet!"
Here is another view of them.

This is my friend Sir Snodgrass. He has a Pedigree. I was a little scared of him but you know, he's Just Big. Not Mean.

This is Satchmo Mushmouth and Dante. They are Big Dogs with Big Hearts. Satchmo has Gas. I stay away from his Behind Quarters.

This is Cricket. Cricket is Older than Dirt. I mean, REALLY old. Trousers rolled. I wonder if I will ever get as old as Cricket?

This is The Doodler. He can jump!!!

I went and stayed with Joe and the Party Dogs when Mom and Da had to go away for a day. It was Fun!

But I was glad to come home.

Mom made Warm Laundry Love for me. It helps with the Ache.

Well, that's it for now. I will tell you about my ramp and the visit to Shabazz-man tomorrow!!

Peace out, Scout!

Love and Gravy,


Thursday, August 21, 2008

I has an Award Flavor

The Beautified, Intellisuper, Wonderspecial Doxy has given me a Big Shiny Metal Award!

She said, "Grendel is a fine writer and theologian." I had to look up this word, but it means somebody who Thinks About God a lot. I do. And gravy, too, but there isn't a word for that yet, unless I Make It Up. How about Gravylogian? (It's not Lying, it's just Making Stuff Up.)

I am going to keep the award on top of my kennel, next to the Bottle of Gravy. It is called the Arte Y Pico Award and it means I am Snouterrific!!!!

There are these two guys, Mr. Arte (he is real Tall and wears a Hat and Sunglasses like the Blues Brothers and has one of those canes that has a compass at one end in a Secret Compartment, for espionage) and Mr. Pico (he is short and has Cool Red Converse Shoes and can juggle) and they travel through the InterTubes helping out People and giving Awards. They gave the Big Shiny Metal Award to my Dearest Doxy and she gave it to me. One of the rules is you have to thank the Two Award Guys. Thanks, Arte! Thanks, Pico!

It took me A Long Time to post this because I Needed Help with the Links and Looking up the People. I Thought about it Real Hard.

Here are the other rules:
1) Pick five blogs that you consider deserve this award for their creativity, design, interesting material, and also for contributing to the blogging community, no matter what language.
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4) Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of Arte Y Pico blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award which is here: Arte Y Pico.

Here are the Five Goopersons that I want to give the Big Shiny Metal Award to:

Under There
(I accidentally called him "Underwear" but he didn't Get Mad). This guy is a Hero! He does Noble and Difficult Work and writes Wonderful Stories about it. And he Accepts Dogs and Dead Fishes. Bravo, Under There! You Rock So Very Hard!

Brian R

This is a very Eloquent (I had help with that word) and Uplifting Blog. Brian R talks about Ethical Dilemmas (more help) and Living in a place where Church People aren't always Nice, which is Tough, but he takes the Lemons and makes Gravy out of them (That is a Mixed Metaphor). He is a Librarian like Rupert Giles so you know he Kicks Serious.

She says that she is One of God's Wayward Brats but that is Not True (sorry, Kristin). Kristin has a Very Big Heart, and I love her. Kristin is Fighting a Very Hard Fight because she Fell Down a Rabbit Hole and Got Cancer. I know she will be ok 'cause God needs her to Do Some Work, and so she will Get Healthy. Take your shoes off and laugh, Kristin, Do It Now!

God's Dog Sled

This is a look at going up to Alaska and Seeing Beauty and Spreading Love Everywhere, even if it is kind of Cold sometimes. (I looked for the Sled Dog, but did not see him, it must be a metaphor again.) I like the Pictures a lot, because they look like Poetry. It is Very Inspiring. I want to be God's Sled Dog, too, but I would like the Little Booties on the Paws if I have to walk in the cold, because I am Not Used to It. Peace out, Rev. Carol!

Father Christian Troll.
There are Scary Trolls that hang out Under the Bridges (watch out, Under There!) and some even scarier one that Hang Out in the InterTubes, but this one hangs out at St. Onuphrius Church where he Carries a Very Big Doctrinal Stick. I am a Little Scared of him, but he is Very Brave and says exactly what is on his mind. It is Performance Art. Have a Big Shiny Metal Award!

Thank you, Doxy!

Friday, August 15, 2008

I can haz Psalm?

Psalm 121
(lolcat Bible translation)

1 A song to goez big up. I lookz upz at da big hillsez, I can has halps?

2 Yes I can haz halps, from Ceiling Cat, doer of Ceiling and Urf

3 He not let ur paw slipz, he not sleepz

4 Protektor of All Kittehs no sleepies no dreamies

5 Ceiling Cat ur protektor, He is ur shadows from da windowsill, He is ur right paw

6 In day, sun no make u go bai, moon not make u go bai either

7 Ceiling Cat make u safez from badness, He protektz ur invisible self

8 Celing Cat protektz ur in and ur out, forevaz

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Not to Feel Sorry.

My Doxy told me about a Man Doing Brave Things and I think that it is Very Important to think about how much we have and Not Feel Sorry.

His name is Underwear. That is a funny name but lots of thumb-havers have Funny Names and they all wear Grundie Undies so it's not something to be ashamed of. He takes care of People who Don't Have Homes. This is Very Important. Very Very Important!

I was homeless too until Mom and Da took me in and Sneakaround Jones lived in a culvert and Millerton Store by the side of a road but we are animals not humans. Why don't the Thumb-havers take care of their own like you are doing, Mr. Underwear? If I had 'posables I would too, and give them some of my Gravy.

Please, God, smile on Mr. Underwear and his Family and the Woman named Martha and all the people who are Under the Passes to keep them Safe and Warm and with Love. Bless him for the Hard Work that he Does, and make me grateful for all the Gravy and Warmth and Love I have.


And make Doxy love me even more. (Is that So Wrong?)

Amen again.