MY DOG LEADS TWO LIVES - What you've stumbled upon is one of the most unique and exciting canine stories you'll ever be told.
Omar Blue is his name. A 120 lb. blue Doberman. He lives at home with his dad and me, part of the time. Other times he goes off to a town he and his fierce pack of canine followers have founded and named K9 Town, USA.
Join Omar Blue and his Pack. Become a part of their fantastic, mystical journey while listening to the sweet sounds of the wilderness.
The weekend is here but it's raining out. Ma said I could invite some of my friends over. Some of them have been asking me about K-9 Town and my pack, because they haven't been there yet. I'll be taking them soon.
We were waiting for Spartacus and his little sis Athena Puddy. Aren't they sharp in their cute outfits.
"Go ahead in the room and get comfortable, you two." They visit often and love K-9 Town.
I'm running out to get my friend Bree. She's waiting for me after visiting some of our friends down in the hood.
"Maaaaa, make a big space!"
Bree had our good friend Hertta with her. She came in and made herself right at home.
I was able to pull Batdog away from patrolling Gotham and New York Cities. Look at how alert she is, waiting to hear about her K-9 Town friends. I take her there for a rest sometimes. They love her. Especially the females who make a fuss over her. They're so nurturing.
Just one missing. My friend Floyd is on his way. Here he comes now. I knew he'd find us.
"In here Floyd!"
The only one missing is my friend Crixus. He's babysitting his cute little brother Maddox. They're trying on their Halloween outfits to keep him busy. Cool stuff, huh. He's visits me and Ma often so he's okay with it.
"Next time Crixus!"
"We're ready Maaaaa!" She's in the kitchen getting the snacks. Here she comes. Now we can get started.....we're all comfy.
She wants to tell them how she worries about me when I'm gone. Oh boy! Not quite what I had in mind. It's okay though. Here goes......
A THOUGHTFUL STROLL
Omar would often tell me
Of walks he takes alone
While at his beloved K-9 Town
The reason was unknown.
He said he'd walk for hours
Sometimes be gone all day
To see what threats await his pack
Or to handle them his own way.
He says its just a thoughtful stroll
But I know that's not quite true
He's looking for signs of danger
I wish the others knew.
His pack would be right by his side
Rain, sleet, sun or snow
But then it wouldn't be
that thoughtful stroll
So I guess they need not know.
Ma gets so mushy sometimes but my friends love her. At K-9 Town, they call her Ma O. She heard it first from Afghan Bee Bee. I could tell she liked it.
The rain has let up. Time to get everyone home safely.
Batdog offered to drop all of them off, on her way home. I know it's hard to believe, but she travels by her own rainbow. Ma says that's because what she does, always helping others, is so very important and special.
They said their goodbyes. All as happy as could be. Then off they went, encircled by the rainbow.
Until next time.
A very special thanks to my old Facebook friends who never mind me including them in Omar's "true tales." And, to our new Facebook friends at Doberman Woooh Fanclub where you can meet those you haven't seen here before.
Ma is trying to help some of my friends again. I'll let her tell you about it.
Thank you Omar. As an author and
poet, I'm so glad to be a part of this true venture of kindness with other
authors who have the same intentions as me. What are our intentions? To do
everything within our meager powers, to help as many animals find loving homes
and kindness, as possible.
finished product is all we hoped it would be.
for Animals #2" is a compilation of stories and poems with pictures and
phrases that will delight and entertain. Now available in e-book and paperback,
we hope you will consider purchasing a copy.
Purchases can be
made through GoldenBoxBooks Publishing, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, etc.,
keeping in mind that all proceeds will be donated to Rescue Centers for Animals
in the US and UK.
is nothing I like better than feeling that I am helping to change the lives of
unfortunate animals, because as we all know, they can't help themselves.
get carried away at times, writing about how I wish things could be. I live my
fantasy through my Doberman, Omar Blue, his fictitious pack and the town they
have started, K-9 Town, USA.
tell one of these stories in "Read for Animals #2," "Omar Blue
and the K-9 Underground."
In this short
story, Omar and his pack have gone beyond rescue. They are offering their way
of life, love and happiness to all the canines they rescue and those that can
find a way to contact or get to them. I hope you will get to read my story and
the other contributions to this wonderful undertaking.
Someone asked me how I got started with my writings, so further
to the aforementioned, and since I was enjoying this immensely, I continued.
In my early years I never thought about being an author.
I'd write poetry and stories, but only for my own reading and enjoyment. Until,
my older sister Beatrice got very ill. Throat cancer.
One Sunday afternoon while visiting (she was staying with
another sister who is retired,) I read a short story to her that I had written
about my dog Omar Blue. It was in verse and she liked it very much.
I started adding to the story and every Sunday after that
my other two sisters, me and my nieces would get together and I would read what
I had added on during the week. My sister Bea loved it, the "book"
(as it turned into) and the attention, of course.
I'm very happy to say that I was able to finish it and did
my best reading, before she passed away, because I dedicated the last chapter
The character was Bee Bee the beautiful Afghan Hound that
became Omar Blue's love interest. I gave Bee Bee my sister's personality and it
was obvious. Bea smiled as I read.
She was very weak by then but there was no doubt that she
appreciated this and the fact that we were with her, showing our love for her.
The name of my first novelette was, "Omar Blue and
K-9 Town, USA." I've since written another in what is now my Omar Blue
Saga, "Led By An Eagle," and I am working on my first novel that will
not be in verse, "The Takeover."
I have a very unique blog, as I mentioned above with
quite a few visitors.
Not including one of my current posts about my darling daughter's
wonderful wedding last weekend, it's about Omar Blue, his pack and
"our" adventures. Yes, they do drag me into them sometimes. Hope
you'll visit us too. We're easy to find. http://www.omarblue.blogspot.com
I'm honored to tell you, I've been asked to join several other animal loving authors and poets in publishing an Anthology of pet stories. Needless to say, that was right up my alley and in addition, "all" proceeds will go to animal shelters in the US and UK. The name of the book is Read For Animals #2 and it is now published on Amazon Kindle at a price of only $2.99, for anyone who might be interested.
The wonderful stories and poems are unique. You may even notice the differences in writing styles between countries.
It seems so long ago,
considering all that has happened since, that my Omar Blue decided to let me in
on his other life. I still ask myself, how I could not have known, with so much
going on around me.
One evening, not long ago, Omar
came in from visiting one of his best friends, King Cat Sateer. Yes, King “Cat”
I asked how the King Cat was
doing and that brought to mind our first meeting with him. I was at their first
meeting. As a matter of fact, it took place right here.
In the calmness and comfort
of our living room, everything stopped (except his nibbling,) as we started to
reminisce. I’ll never forget that night……
A scratching sound came from
the direction of the door. I got up to see what had made it. Omar at my side, I
opened the door and was surprised to see a large Sphinx Cat glazing up at me.
He said, “I’m King Cat
Sateer. I would like to talk to Omar Blue of K-9 Town.”
I understood every word. Omar
has many visitors now, but then, it was very unusual.
The hairless Sphinx Cat was
standing as proud and regal as could be. Not a trace of fear. He and Omar
looked each other in the eyes, then Omar looked at me.
I knew they needed privacy so
I pointed upstairs and off they went.
I went running for the
camera. A habit I still have today, because if I didn’t give you pictures, you
probably wouldn’t believe a word I tell you.
They weren’t gone long but
when they came down I could see that something big had just happened.
Omar later told me
why King Cat Sateer had come……
name is Sateer
the Elder cat there
the land we both hold so dear.
come to you
are things we must do
my loved ones are living in fear.
heard as the leader of K-9 Town
as fair as can be.
both know we’ll never
allies, why not, you and me.
looked in his eyes
could see no disguise
was both brave and wise too.
he made it quite clear
be nothing to fear
coming for you.”
was the beginning
a friendship forever strong.
the years to come
would form a bond
land where they both belong.
wise leaders become more to each other than they dared to imagine at that
first meeting. An example will be found in Book 3 of my Omar Blue Saga, “The Takeover,” which will be ready for
publication late this Fall.
I was busy doing as little house cleaning as I could get away with, wanting to get out in the fresh air.
Omar was complaining because I wouldn't let him out until he put his bones away. I caught him trying to sneak out the back door. I could tell by the way he was dressed in his cap and bling, he was on his way to the hood to see some of his buddies.
"Oh no you don't!" I told him. Bones away first."
Off he went into his room to hide more bones. He thinks I'm as fond of bones as he is but at least that gets them out of the middle of the floor.
I was silently laughing as he walked away. Then it came! One of those sounds that always sends mixed feelings through me. A low bark.
Omar had dashed from his room before I even heard it. "Ma, I'll be right back," he said as he ran by me.
Of course, I ran straight for the window.
Oh no! It was Freedom Dog and he was pacing.
I just love Freedom but he hardly ever comes unless there is a big problem. I could tell this was the case from their body language.
When Omar came back in he was moving fast. He was no longer my baby boy, he was Omar Blue, pack leader.
"I gotta go, Ma," he said. "They got A Dog Called Horse."
"Oh no!" was all I could get out.
A Dog Called Horse was the nicest super large dog you'd ever want to meet. We call him Horse for short.
Omar said, "He found a place where puppies were being abused; instead of waiting for Freedom as they had planned, he went by himself. He got caught and they took the puppies back too.
I told Freedom to take some of the K-9 Town pack with him. They'll get the puppies.
I'm taking some of the others. We're going after Horse. Don't worry Ma, I'll be back as soon as we get him."
Oh my gosh! I had to go too. Maybe I could help. I grabbed my camera (habit) as I called upon my Mojo to work. Thank goodness it did.
When I came out of my Mojo trance, I was in an unfamiliar place, on a street I'd never seen before. I don't know how much time had passed and I have to admit I was a little afraid that getting home wouldn't be as easy.
There were other people on the street, all looking in one direction.
It didn't take long to see why!
I started hearing dog noises and from around the corner they came. I recognized my K-9 Town pooches instantly, running fast, with A Dog Called Horse in the lead. They had got him, just like Omar said they would. But now they were being chased.
I didn't like the fact that Omar was in the very back, knowing what a fast runner he is. He had told me once before, that's how he made sure none of his pack were left behind. He's such a good leader.
Though the rider after them was fast, somehow Omar and his pack out-distanced him. I'd never seen anything like it. Their feet were barely touching the ground as they ran by.
I'm still wondering where this place was. It looked and felt so strange.
After Omar Blue and his pack had passed, I waited until I saw their chaser return without them to call on my Mojo to get me back home. I was trying to be cool but was very relieved when I got back.
It was then that I could look back on what had happened. Wow! What an adventure.
Omar came home a little later. His friends dropped him off with his assurance that he would be following shortly.
When he came in, I asked about A Dog Called Horse and the puppies. He said Horse was fine and he had promised he would never do anything like that again. "His heart is always in the right place, Ma, but he's a little hard-headed sometimes."
At that, I said to myself, "Look who is talking."
He said the puppies were safe and already enjoying the loving care of the K-9 Town females. We both knew, Freedom and the others would leave no stone unturned until they found the puppies and got them to K-9 Town.
As Omar started to leave to catch up with his pack, I asked, "Weren't you supposed to be putting your bones away?"
We both laughed out loud, as he broke into a run.
I watched, as I always do, as he caught up with the others, on that path behind my house that somehow leads to K-9 Town. They were whooping it up, talking about what they had just done, then they were gone.
I’ve been asked where some of my
characters come from, so of course I have to ask Omar Blue. If you’ve read
either of the first two books in my Omar Blue Saga, you know the two K-9 Town
Seers, Great Dane Granny and Komondor Rasta Mama are quite an interesting duo.
Omar says Great Dane Granny, whose
gift allows her to ward off bad spirits, doesn’t like attention, but Komondor Rasta
Mama is just the opposite. But, if we talk about Rasta Mama first, Great Dane
Granny will want her turn. That’s what he intended to do. This is Komondor
Rasta Mama. Isn’t she something.
While I went for the snacks, he got
comfortable in his favorite chair. Then we were ready.
Omar started telling me about the day his
close friend Komondor Rasta Kooley came to K-9 Town, with Rasta Mama and the
rest of his family in tow.
It was a beautiful sunny morning,
in K-9 Town, USA.
They were having a big outing;
all the dogs were at play.
But in the pack, there did remain,
a restless St. Bernard.
Who decided he would take a walk
staying put was just too hard.
As he walked on, he came upon,
a fascinating pack.
Elders and four puppies,
with strange hair down their backs.
He asked them where they came from;
they said from far away.
He’d take them to his leader;
this was their lucky day.
They were so very tired;
more walking would be hard.
But they had met a new friend,
in Sandy the St. Bernard.
When Sandy got them to the pack,
the Elders circled around.
They said, “Sandy, sit them down right here,
til Omar Blue is found.”
Omar Blue came in right then;
he’d seen them coming up.
The St. Bernard was moving fast,
carrying all four pups.
THE MALE NEWCOMER
“I’m Komondor Rasta Kooley;
our breed is from overseas.
We settled here some time ago,
a place called New Orleans.
I know we may look strange to you,
our hair, some call them dreds.
I do admit our long tight locks,
do turn a lot of heads.
I travel with my lovely wife
my little puppies too.
From what I see, how glad we’d be,
to settle down with you.”
And this is Rasta Mama;
she’s everyone’s delight.
Her dreams sometimes will help us,
her gift of second sight.”
Omar looked each up and down;
“I’ve heard of you before.
I had a friend, some time ago,
Pow Wow Komondor.
Now Rasta Mama, what is this gift,
He’s calling second sight.
We don’t believe in Voodoo,
or creatures in the night.”
Rasta Mama looked at him;
“I wouldn’t lie to you.
Sometimes I get a vision,
of things that soon come true.
I would never tell you anything,
I think would hurt the pack.
I’d use my gift to help you all,
and always have your back.
I dreamed that we would be here,
about a month ago.
I saw a mighty leader,
I would be very glad to know.
In my dream I also saw,
my Kooley at your side.
With the others in your pack,
all heads held high with pride.”
She stopped, as they all heard a noise,
and looked across the bay.
About 20 coyotes getting close,
what did they want today?
They wouldn’t have given it a second thought,
until they noticed Coyote Red.
A troublemaker from the past,
talking and bobbing his head.
“You all wait here,”the Komondor said;
“I know they’re looking for me.
I’ll be right back but just in case,
take care of my family.”
Kooley shot off like a bullet,
but the pack ran just as fast.
Leader Omar Blue in front of them,
with the smallest pulling up last.
Rasta Kooley spoke to Omar first,
“You shouldn’t have brought them here.
Just something I’ve got to straighten out,
and I’ll be back over there.”
He looked around, surprised to find,
the females had joined them too.
But they didn’t look like females now,
just canines with something to do!
Rasta Kooley turned to face the group,
that had followed him all this way.
He asked “What you scoundrels doing here?
I know you didn’t come to play.”
The leader said, “You stole from us,
that’s why we’re hunting you.
The furs you took are ours,
so you know what you better do.”
“I won those furs fair and square;
I wasn’t planning on any trouble.
It was dumb of you, to raise that bet,
then worse when you bet double.
I think you all should leave now;
you shouldn’t want to stay.
But if you do, I promise you,
You’re going to regret this day!”
The coyotes were looking at Rasta Kooley,
but more so at his back.
They’d never seen anything like them,
Omar Blue and His Pack.
It was Coyote Red as usual,
talking from behind.
“You know Kooley stole those furs of yours,
why you being so doggone kind?”
While Coyote Red was moving up,
his pals were moving on.
When he turned to see them heading out,
he knew he’d better be gone.
Rasta Kooley turned to face the pack,
“I’m sorry I spoiled your day.
Didn’t mean to bring this upon you,
To bad it had to happen this way.
It was Omar Blue who spoke to him,
“You spoiled nothing that way.
In fact we found out more about you,
then if we had talked all day.”
He joined the pack and started back,
so happy that they could stay.
He saw his wife with the female Elders,
and knew she felt the same way.
It was late that night, they were packing up,
to get back to the den.
The shepherds were waking the puppies up
They’d been knocked out since 10.
Then Rasta Mama came over,
to talk to Omar Blue.
She said, “You’re as great a leader
as rumors say of you.
You knew what you were doing,
following my Kooley today.
You knew those coyotes would take one look,
then want to get away.
Remember the dream, I spoke about,
you all standing together with pride.
I saw it in each face today,
when your pack was at your side.”
“Thank you Rasta Mama;
It has been a pretty good day.
Nice to have you here with us,
we’re glad you found the way.
What you saw was nothing special;
that’s just how we react.
We face our troubles together;
our enemies know that fact.”
With all the Elders now listening
Rasta Mama turned to say,
“Thank you all, we are going to love it here
at K-9 Town USA.”
exactly what happened, Ma,” Omar said as he finished his story. I knew this to
be true because it’s almost the same as it’s told in a chapter in my first
book, Omar Blue and K-9 Town, USA.
hope you’ve enjoyed another of our “true tales.”