This is the BEST recitation of this Christmas Classic EVER!
This is the BEST recitation of this Christmas Classic EVER!
I wanted to find a series of pictures of my dog, Hamish Macbeth looking evil or wicked and I totally struck out.
Hamish is a happy, silly adventurous soul so I’m out of luck in that department.
However, he is a ham so here’s a few snapshots of
Hamish Macbeth looking sly.
I think my dog, Hamish Macbeth is pretty darn amazing.
He can open and close doors, he can work the deadbolt, he knows the names for his toys, ” ball, treat toy, toy, frisbee”- so he’ll bring you the one you ask for.
He does great off leash work and he is that perfect mix of sweet and willful.
I think if he could, he’d walk around whistling or singing.
He has that kind of personality.
Recently, we learned to use the slide at our neighborhood playfield to launch his tennis balls from- he thinks it’s great. I have to wait for him to roll them down and I get to fetch them.
It took me awhile to get him used to going up there and not launching himself off after a minute or two. He decided it was a cool place to be because if he didn’t feel like coming down there was no way for me to make him.
When he learned he could send things rolling down the slide, it was a good day to be Hamish Macbeth.
Recently Hamish turned three years old and I’m not sure what happened but all of the sudden I started to feel like I had shorted Hamish.
I don’t show Hamish- he comes from a line of show dogs and it shows in ways- he’s bright, focused and a bit of a comedian- he also reads people with his Ninja like radar.
All of the sudden I wanted Hamish to have ribbons and titles. I wanted to stand in a ring with him and have everyone know what a great dog he is.
The thing of it is, I don’t have the time to show him and I like our approach to learning new skills- it’s all for fun and if he doesn’t get it right away I honestly don’t mind.
He always learns in the end and he gets to do it at his own pace.
I told a friend that I was going to buy him a blue collar and leash and retire his pink leash and collar that he’s been wearing for most of his life.
Pink is my favorite color and he’s a chocolate lab with just a tinge of gold to his coat that I can’t seem to capture on camera, so the pink looks really stunning on him.
My friend pointed out that Pink is Hamish’s trademark and why am I giving that up?
Because I can’t help him win ribbons or titles and that’s as close as we’ll ever get to it I said.
” But he’s a great dog Anita.”
I know that.
But is that enough I wondered?
That evening I was in bed reading a book and Hamish jumped up beside me and laid down next to me.
Hamish put his head on my should and looked at me with the most adoring puppy dog eyes I have ever seen in my life.
Hamish sighed and then he snuggled into my shoulder.
Then he lifted his head up and tried with determination and his version of laughing, to stick his tongue up my nose.
Over 10 years ago, my cat Wolfgang died and left behind a broken hearted Mom, two dogs who were his sisters and three younger cats- the kittens we called them then and still call them now.
Without Wolfgang his little pack sort of got lost- the Kittens refused to go into the front yard and my dogs- or The Girls as I called them lost the bounce in their step and spent a lot of time in the backyard sleeping.
I figured I’d let them sort it out and a new pack leader would emerge, you’d think that was me but let’s face it. I belonged to Wolfie the same way they did so that didn’t happen.
We were in trouble, when you think about it.
One day a friend of mine brought a stray cat into work- the cat was headed for the humane society and I could tell my friend was not happy about that decision but apparently Kolchak ( as I would name him ) was digging up a flower bed and had made the homeowner mad so Kolchak was caught in a trap.
When I met Kolchak he was in the trap, on his back playing with the handled which he had somehow worked into the cage. He was on his back when he looked up at me with the most devastatingly beautiful yellow eyes and he meowed as if he was saying, ‘ well there you are.’
I named him Carl Kolchak because my warehouse is part of the Seattle Underground system and my favorite TV hero- Carl Kolchak had the first of his adventures in Seattle’s Underground.
Kolchak was calm, cool and quite the gentleman cat. He never jumped on anyone looking for attention and he always seemed to know when to be there and when to give you your space.
When I took him to the vets for his checkup he walked around the office and on the counter with confidence- nothing rattled Kolchak.
When I took him home, it was like he had always lived there.
The Girls watched him walk around the house and then they followed him- like they used to do with Wolfie.
The holdout was Domino, she didn’t want Kolchak around her. But he persisted in his quiet way and after that he was always at her side- even when she started to suffer from heart failure.
He was there with her the night she died, by her side.
The Kittens- who were actually about 5 years old at the time took to Kolchak right away- he tried to get them to go into the front yard with him and they would if me and Domino went too, but their confidence in that area never came back.
Almost 3 years ago I brought home a little puppy I named Hamish Macbeth and Kolchak did what he did for Domino- when Hamish was little and I was only walking him around the yard and in front of the house Kolchak followed us the entire time.
Sometimes he was more insistent then others that we head back to the house and I always followed his lead- I figured he was picking up on something that wasn’t ” Hamish Friendly”.
That was Kolchak, the big brother, the confident cat that came into a broken little family and put it back together again.
As I said about Carl with love and admiration when I would see him sunning himself, or grooming Hamish or one of his brothers, when he stayed by Domino’s side as her health failed and when he would sit in the back yard wither Cerbie and go after planes and birds-
He was suave and so debonair.
Goodnight Carl Kolchak, we love you so much.
My friend Angie Stutting Marcelynas
wrote this Haiku about my wonderful dog, Hamish Macbeth-
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I don’t know what to do with myself when Spring comes.
I used to have an herb garden.
I collected herbs the way other people collect friends on Facebook.
My cat Wolfgang would sit and supervise and I would talk to him and he would ignore me and we both had a good time.
One day I noticed Wolfie was holding his head at a funny angle and drinking bowls of water in a day.
His kidneys were failing and by Summer he was gone and I let my herb garden go wild and most of it died off and I didn’t care.
I buried Wolfgang out there and to this day I stay out of what used to be our favorite place in the yard.
I don’t know what to do with myself when the Spring comes.
I guess I’ll hide until the Winter and hope the snow comes and covers what’s left of me and Wolfgang’s Garden.
Daily Post: Ruminate
When my puppy Hamish saw snow for the first time, he was somewhat underwhelmed.
At the time, I thought Hamish was going to grow up to be a serious dog- when he saw things for the first time he would sit and study it- then he’d give it a lick, roll it in mud or dirt leave it and come back to it later.
I mistook Hamish’s ability to assess new situations and turn them over in his mind as a lack of interest in his environment and that was certainly NOT the case.
Hamish was a studious dog and it turned out that he was wicked smart.
This is Hamish’s second snow and now that he knows what it is, he is loving it!
Not only that, my serious little puppy has grown up to be a happy go lucky, confident and smart dog- I couldn’t be more proud of him.
So my favorite Christmas Memory is this new one involving Hamish Macbeth
It’s not a bad thing, it doesn’t mean that my older memories don’t mean anything to me anymore
I think memories should be like strokes of color in a painting- each one adds to this great big splotchy picture that you can look at and make sense out of even if you hang it upside down or look at it with your eyes almost closed.
Hamish Macbeth checking out the first snow of the season and only the second snowy winter he’s ever seen.
Someone is ready to chase some snowballs!
Christmas should be an adventure- snow or not, cookies or not- but I’ve come to believe that Hamish has turned out to be a pretty important element to my Christmas experience and all of the new memories yet to happen.
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