More Than Just a Ball

RUCA: I think my mom may have previously mentioned that my ball is my favorite toy. Sometimes I even accidently fall asleep with it in my mouth, making sure noone takes it, doing my duty to protect it.


The park is my favorite place to chase the ball. The first thing I do when mom opens the gate is scavenge the premises for the perfect ball. Can’t be too new, or too fuzzy, the more dirt the better. After I finally find the perfect ball I don’t let it out of my site. It is now mine to protect for the rest of our park adventure. I try to bring them home but mom says I have my own and I need to share and leave it for the other dogs to play with. I keep trying, maybe one day she will change her mind and let me bring it home to add to my collection.

I play with my ball at home too. Every night mom spends time throwing my ball, mostly because I drop it in front of her and give her “the look” until she stops pretending like I’m not there. I wait patiently until she finally throws it.


The problem is…. Mystic wants everything that is mine. Everyday she tests my patience to my limits. If she thinks she is going to be the alpha dog, she has another thing coming. I mean besides mom, I’m obviously the alpha dog. I don’t see that changing anytime soon.


This goes on every night and Mystic finally decides to give up. Thinking maybe tomorrow will be her day to win the battle of the ball, but tomorrow looks doubtful too. Sorry Mystic, but you have determination, I’ll give you that.


Mystic, a Tiny Piece of Storm


Let me take you back a little ways.

This big fluffy guy is Storm. He was a purebred Samoyed, a puppy at heart until the day he left us. To this day, the most beautiful Samoyed I have ever came across, but my opinion might be bias.  I have so many memories of him and when I think of my childhood, memories of this big guy are abundant.

Storm had a very independent personality. The day we went to pick him out as an 8week old puppy he was chasing the chickens on the farm. There was a shy puppy hiding in the corner, but something stood out about this ball of fire that me and my family must have thought we needed in our lives. I remember my dad picking him up and me, being the animal lover I was and am, wanted him all to myself. I ran my fingers over his fuzzy puppy head, smelled his puppy breath and all he wanted to do was bite my finger and play. His personality that day was overpowering and very prominent, and that remained true for the rest of his natural life.  Like I said, he was a ball of fire, little did we know just what a ball of fire this little puppy would be.

Good thing crystal balls that tell the future don’t exist, because if we would have seen the future adventures this little puppy would bring my family and me, I doubt my parents would of taken him home that day. So what better name for a crazy little puppy than Storm. North Dakota Snow Storm. Anyone who has been to ND knows that the snow storms there are anything but mellow and calm. The name was fitting. Not to mention the color of his coat, laying in the snow he was camouflage.

The adventures Storm took us on were never ending. He chewed on everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything. He would eat anything and everything. One of his favorites were socks, preferably whole. The second he spotted one he swallowed it in a matter of seconds, not even a chance for recovering it. But my Grandma’s favorite hankie was likely his favorite delicacy. Kleenex’s were also a hot menu item. He also decided to run down the block and torture/eat my best friends pet rabbit, not one of his shinning moments. He also managed to grab a few porkchops off the grill when my dad wasn’t looking from time to time. Storm enjoyed digging wholes when he was a puppy. It didn’t take long before he learned how to get out of the yard and explore. Running away became his new favorite thing, for the rest of his life. When I look back it seems we looked for him on a weekly basis. I remember my dad tried everything to keep him in the yard, but he always managed to find a way out. Looking back, we are lucky we always found him and nothing ever happened to him.

Storm grew into a large beautiful dog, even when he was older the fun and adventures never ended. My brother and I would tie him up to a sled and he would pull us around the yard. He still ate everything in sight and ran away when he got the chance. He only listened when he wanted to, when he was ready, even though he knew what you were asking him to do. He was very vocal and barked frequently, especially if you had food and weren’t sharing. He definitely wasn’t a cuddler and would destroy and toy in a matter of seconds.

Anyway, I could go on and on with all of my memories of Storm. But you get the idea, he was very smart, but stubborn, hard headed, beautiful, energetic, a garbage disposal, a runner, and a puppy at heart. But one of my favorite things was his Smile. Those are the main things that come to mind when I think of him.

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Now, here is Mystic. All of these words I use to describe Storm, I would also use to describe Mystic, spot on. Not to mention, that smile of these two dogs is unforgettable! I see a part of Storm in Mystic and I honestly believe that God, or some higher power, sent me a little piece of Storm. My dad told me that all the white on Mystic must be a little bit of Storm showing through. I wouldn’t disagree for a second. Mystic is my little ball of fire and not a day goes by that she doesn’t remind me of Storm. I am glad I get to relive a lot of those memories everyday. For the most part anyway, I mean I don’t exactly enjoy it when Mystic chews up stuff she isn’t suppose to, or doesn’t listen to me because she is being stubborn and on her own adventure, too busy to listen.

It’s been a few years since Storm hasn’t been in our lives, but his memories strongly live on in memory. Thanks to Mystic, not a day goes by I don’t think of him. Rest easy my big fluffy friend, I will meet you at the rainbow bridge one day! ❤

Mystic, Starting of the New Year the Wrong Way.


Mystic: Last night I was laying on mom’s bed relaxing, taking up most of the bed as usual. Dad noticed a wet spot on the bed. They thought one of us wet the bed. Mom was suspicious because neither of us ever go potty inside. They blamed Ruca at first, oops! Mom was brave and smelled the sheets and it didn’t smell like urine but of course she washed all of the sheets anyway. I tried to tell her I didn’t go potty on the bed but she wasn’t sure.

Because it was so late, we ended up sleeping in the spare room because there were no blankets for our bed. It was strange sleeping somewhere else to start of with, I just wanted to sleep in our usual, bigger, bed. I was restless all night and couldn’t fall asleep. I kept having a hard time swallowing throughout the night, making strange noises, and was drooling excessively. (Drool=wet spot on mom’s bed. I never said it wasn’t me, but I didn’t go potty on the bed) Mom woke up because she noticed I was making funny noises and checked on me and eventually went back to sleep thinking it was nothing. I kept making weird noises all night and was restless so mom couldn’t sleep either. She woke up at 3:30 am and took me downstairs and tried to make me feel better, she gave me food and water, took me potty and fed me some honey. They honey was so good but it didn’t help. We tried to go back to sleep but neither of us could sleep, I’m sure mom would of fallen asleep if I would of, but I couldn’t and she was worried. So she stayed up with me the rest of the morning until she had to go to work. I felt slightly better before she left, so she made sure I was comfortable in my crate with my Kong.

Mom came home from work early to make sure I was doing alright. I am feeling a little better and have been resting. I can sleep without making funny noises and am drooling a little less. I have been eating and drinking, have my normal appetite and played with Ruca in the snow. I didn’t want to stop playing but mom said I should rest, what does she know. So we have just been resting most of the night. Mom was suppose to go out with a friend, but decided to stay home and make sure I was alright. She probably worries too much…

Mom is worried about me. I told her it is probably nothing. Fingers crossed I feel better tomorrow. Mom says 2015 is suppose to have less vet appointments than last year, but no promises.