“Question: Why did the snowman name his dog “Frost”? Answer: Because “Frost” bites!” Mine was nicknamed “Toe-Chew”, “Chew-Chew”, and “Minger”, all short for MingLing. My short haired Chow-Chow, black tongue, but with a cross-bite. That actually helped lower the cost of her “pedigree” from 1000 dollars too $300. I had no intention of breeding or entering her into any pageant; she didn’t “display” (friendliness, or manners) well with others (inherited trait). No, she was a showgirl for one family only and was brought home no bigger than a “nerf”, red, fluff, football. It was love at first bite and sight (just a nibble)!
“The chowchow is a native of China and among the most ancient of all dog breeds, dating back as early as 206 B.C. DNA analysis shows chows are in the branch that includes the shar-pei (*wrinkles*), shiba inu, and Akita (flipped tail; looks like a sleek husky) and are distinct from the lineage of all other dogs. They were used as temple guards in Asia.” We were told this puff ball with the curly twist tail, was the most dangerous of all the breeds, over Pitbull’s, Mastiffs, Doberman Pinchers, and Rottweilers.
“Researchers have narrowed down a timeline for when man’s best friend may have migrated to North America based on a 10,000-year-old bone fragment (“The femur fragment, smaller than the size of a dime, was uncovered by surprise as scientists were studying how climate changes during the Ice Age impacted animals.”) of a dog found in southeast Alaska.” I was told many lunar eclipses (pun intended for yesterday’s) and moons ago, that there are fragments from space (i.e., meteor or comet) that inexplicably have human and canine DNA embedded. I don’t know about you but sounds like Superman brought Krypto (Super Dog) with him.
(Source fandom.com and Krypto picking up Snooky’s meows) I believe, I’ve heard that name before, maybe walking the boardwalk in New Jersey and abiding all the leash laws.)
Anywhere we went, people would fawn over her. She was smiley, curious, sweet, and had a diamond on her head. She was my better half and my best compadre. She actually did eat my homework and it wasn’t uncommon for her to chew (hence the nickname) on my books, while I was reading 3-5 hours nightly. She was fiercely protective; but I had no realization (gullible) of any known threats, so I considered it “cute”. She showed me just how “cute”, when she saved my life from an intruder!
I have always been able to “talk” to animals. It’s more an ability to understand animals; not like my neighbor who screams at his dog for barking. By the way, “dogs have an incredible sense of hearing that aided their ancestors in hunting prey “. I’m half deaf, so this makes me a “better listener” and I believe in positive reinforcement, while training any day and twice on Sunday. “They can detect both higher and lower frequencies than humans can.” “Dogs are sensitive to particular frequencies and amplitudes of sound.”
- Dog hearing: 67 Hz–45,000 Hz
- Human hearing: 20 Hz–20,000 Hz
- Cat hearing: 48 Hz–85,000 Hz
“Dogs have 5x better night vision than humans, while cat’s (sacred in Egypt & too me) have 6x better vision.” It’s clear, animals have superior capabilities and supernatural abilities, that we completely overlook and abandon. Maybe lost to history, for no good reason, unless we change our ways and our perceptions. Tune in to nature and turn away from societal stigma and ignorance. Who’s ready for a walk and talk, along the trails with tails?
I couldn’t explain it then and have difficulty still today. Best way to describe it; it was finals week, right before the holiday and I was stressed. I had exams and umpteen papers due, that were crucial to receiving my financial aid and highest honors streak. Oh, and two jobs (family business) and the pharmacy, training to be a technician.
My schedule was crazy, mismanaged, and completely overwhelming. Nonetheless, I got the creepiest sensation of dread and impending doom of a looming disaster. I had to go home! Luckily, I had finished my tests, and was in between shifts, and raced home. The feeling, not subsiding, until I had the house in sight.
Home sweet home
You know that I’ve seen
Too many romantic dreams
Up in lights, falling off the silver screen
My heart’s like an open book
For the whole world to read.
Sometimes nothing keeps me together at the seams”
Laughed to myself, that everything “looks” fine, as I pulled up to the house (sunny bright fall day) and hit the garage door opener. I pulled into an empty garage, like nothing new. Even before I could open the driver’s car door, I heard MingLing barking, from the backyard. A very different bark though; angry and focused. I instinctually, went right to her.
There are two doors in this garage: back door to the house via the laundry room, and the side door to the backyard. I unlocked the laundry door and went right on through to the rest of the house. The back door is a heavy door and automatically closes itself and locks from the outside only. There’s a house alarm, but recently with the families’ schedules, no one was using it, and no one wanted to pay for the service. Essentially it was just an alarm to aid in deafness or look like the property was protected.
Minger was barking insanely at this point and when I caught sight of her, I gasped! She had her hair standing on ends like a rabid coyote. Haunches up, growling, and showing her ferocious teeth; I went to open the door. She was jumping on the glass at me, while I was unlocking the slider. Before, I could get the door fully opened, out of my peripheral vision, I side-eyed a man in dark clothing run out of my parents’ room and down the hall.
I opened the door and she shot through the house in “hot” pursuit. I heard the backdoor slam and my fears confirmed. There was an intruder in the house! For whatever reason, I opened the backdoor and Minger came to a halt. We stared at the outside door, now wide open, but she didn’t proceed and neither did I. Closed the door and with Minger in toe, ran for help. What would or could have happened, I don’t like to think about.
MingLing was magnificent and not the only time, she saved our family. She took a bite from a snake trying to protect my mother while she was gardening. Minger was a force and I promise you one of my fluffy-fierce guardian angels.
She bounds, playing ball, on the rainbow bridge and loves her bum to be scratched. Oh, she’ll take your seat or sit on you, respectfully, of course. I smile at every dog since; I’m sure they all “know” each other. The word dog has been around forever and we’re still unclear to its origins. All I know, it’s God backwards! MingLing was heaven sent and too heaven she returned. Love your pets; they’re only “here” for you!
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….”
The Holidays are now upon us, so please don’t forget your pups, meows, birds, fish, ferrets, hamsters, and whoever you hold dear. “Listen” for their messages, barks, purrs, chirps, and snuggles; they are divinely sent from above. This concludes my story for you to Chew-Chew on. Please visit again, with your furry friends! Happy Holidays! Wishing you and yours a pawfect season!
Beyond Sirius Sea 