Daisy (In- Loving- Memory)
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 | | Purred: Mon Oct 26, '09 7:28am PST |  | |  | | Okay Angels hold on to your wings our Authur here at the Bridge COOKIE has the next chapthers ready to read ::::>>>>>>>>>>>
Remember I (Daisy) am only POSTING the chapters for you COOKIE and ROSIE are the WRITERS of theses tales of our LANDS...>>>>READ ON ANGELS>>>>
Sirius Rising: The Cookies In Cream Chronicles
SIRIUS RISING: The Cookies In Cream Chronicles
October 26th 2009 6:08 am
PUPISODE 1 – A Race To The End
A Border Collie/German Shepherd mix named Buddy ran to the edge of Turtle Pond to retrieve the Frisbee that his sister, Daisy had tossed for him. His four white socks were covered in mud. The two loved to toss and retrieve over and over again.
Nearby, a Lhasa Apso/Wheaton Terrier, Floppy sat watching the action while enjoying a rawhide. Simon, her Wheaton Terrier friend sat next to her and soaked up the mid-day sun. Around them dogs and cats ran, swam and played. At the water’s edge, Golden Retriever, Lucus was completely submerged while he combed the pond floor for rocks. Sadie Boo had recently arrived at the bridge, and with the guidance and support of her brother, Border Collie, Stormy B, she made fast friends with a Pekingese/Maltese named Pookie and a Chihuahua mix named Sweet Tweek Louise. The four were practicing dance moves for the upcoming “So You Think You Can Dance, Rainbow Bridge Edition” competition.
Making her way through a clowder of cats, Afghan Hound, Moonlight Over Mailbu gracefully dodged the playful felines. The elegant wave of her long coat created the illusion that she was walking on air. Close by, her friends waited for her arrival with a steaming pot of coffee, specially brewed by Border Collie/Lab mix, Remy.
Overhead, the red, yellow, blue and green of the rainbow stretched out over the land. Today was like so many days at the bridge: a day of playfulness, companionship and joy.
Many miles away, in a forest, a tiny, four-legged creature scampered through the brush. Its body was speckled grey with a crisp, fluffy white tail. With each step, its narrow ears swayed from side to side like a flag waving in the wind. The splash of white on its tail was unremarkable compared to the stark white coat of the Alaskan Husky/Samoyed that was hiding nearby. Crouched down, Stryker impatiently waited for his prey. Unfortunately, instead of blending in with the tall grass, his white coat stood out like a lighthouse beacon.
Upon noticing Stryker, the rabbit swiftly changed direction and darted through a line of trees. Once through the trees, it ran along the rocky edge of a fast-moving river. The sound of the rushing water against the rocks echoed off the surrounding trees. Just a few paces behind the rabbit, gaining with each stride, was a black and white Pointer.
At the spot where the pursuit had changed direction, the Pointer mockingly called out, “Oh for goodness sake, Stryker! Your white coat gave you away.” Realizing the futility of lying in wait, Stryker pounced to his paws and followed the Pointer in hot pursuit.
“I told you, I don’t have any patience for lying in wait.” He replied as the two dashed their way through the line of trees. On the edge of the river, the Pointer replied, “Patience isn’t your only problem. Maybe some camouflage, or a good hiding spot would help.”
On the rocky and uneven gravel, the two slowed down. The rabbit pulled ahead and widened its lead. Stryker looked to the side and watched the white crests of the water dance around the rocks. The river was more narrow at this point and without giving it another thought, he leapt into the air and soared over the racing river and landed safely on the other side. Here it was less rocky and he could gain ground on the rabbit. The Pointer glanced over and watched Stryker pick up speed. She thought for a moment about attempting the same move, but abandoned the idea due to her dislike of water and the risk of not clearing the river.
“Rush ahead,” the Pointer called out to Stryker. “Try and get the rabbit to head back into the woods.”
Stryker powered forward, leaving the Pointer behind to more carefully maneuver around the shale and rocks. Sure enough, he made up ground on the rabbit and shortened its lead on him, but as he did, the river widened, making it more difficult to do another aerial crossing. Running side-by-side with the rabbit, the river separated the two like a highway median. Stryker stopped abruptly and shot his snout towards the sky, opened his jaw and let out a deep low howl that reverberated through the air. Startled by the howl, the rabbit changed direction and headed away from the river. Stryker watched helplessly as the rabbit was getting away.
Down river, the Pointer heard Stryker’s howl and watched the rabbit turn and head away from the river and back into the woods. On the opposite bank, Stryker stood watching the river rush by. The Pointer surmised that he was likely trying to calculate the depth of the water to determine if he could cross. She let out a high-pitched bark that got Stryker’s attention.
“Continue after it,” he cried. “I’ll catch up with you at the edge of the valley.”
The Pointer immediately headed back into the woods. In the woods, she ran at an angle to where she thought the rabbit would be heading. If it didn’t double-back or change direction, she should be able to catch up and head it off before it reaches the edge of the valley.
Back at the river, Stryker watched the Pointer head into the woods. He then turned his attention to the dilemma of crossing the fast-moving water. Without wasting anymore time deliberating the best route, he rushed forward. After a few steps, the ground beneath him slipped away and he plunged into the river. The current swiftly swept him up, tossing him around like a load of laundry during a heavy wash cycle. He gasped for air, as he took in a mouth full of water. Repeatedly his head submerged. He could feel his extremities weaken and go numb. His thick, Husky coat weighed him down and made it difficult for him to control his legs. As he wrestled with the current, his head broke through the surface. He struggled to clear his airway, spitting up a mouthful of water. Through murky vision he spotted three coyotes standing on the bank of the river. On the shoulder of the centre coyote sat a black crow.
In the woods, the Pointer jumped over a fallen log and landed without breaking stride. Just ahead of her she spotted the white cottontail of the rabbit. She lengthened her stride gained ground. The two broke out from the woods and into an open field of dried twigs and weeds. The edge of the valley was now in view.
In the river, a deluge of water splashed against Stryker’s face. The invisible hand of the current reached up and pulled him under, causing him to lose sight of the three coyotes watching from the river’s edge. Further downstream he traveled until the current eased. Stryker summoned the last of his strength and reached out and wrapped his foreleg around a large boulder. He pulled himself from the water.
In the open field, twigs cracked under paw, alerting the rabbit of the Pointer’s position. The rabbit looked behind in disbelief to find her pursuer closing in. The Pointer was only two strides behind. The edge of the valley was 20 feet ahead. From the sky, a black crow swooped down and snatched the rabbit in its hooked claws. Effortlessly, it lifted the rabbit from the ground. The Pointer watched as the rabbit dangled in the air, its legs still making a running motion while the crow carried it away.
With the running pursuit coming to a sudden end, the Pointer planted her front paws firmly, but her momentum caused her to tumble, sending her tail over head. She stopped just inches from the precipice of the deep valley. She looked over the valley and saw the crow flying away, the rabbit still dangling from its claws. She looked over the edge and like a curtain opening on the first scene of a play, the valley was revealed. Below was assembled a massive colony of animals. Hundreds of coyotes, foxes and bobcats were sitting in a series of rows. At the head of the group was a large, black wolf.
Stryker brushed up against her and tapped his paw on her shoulder. Startled, she turned to him. His stare bore down on her. His jaw was clinched, his eyes dark and serious. Over his shoulder, she saw the crow circling in the sky.
Hesitantly she asked, “What’s happening?”
“Listen to me, Cookie,” Stryker replied, his voice stern. She had never heard him speak in such a tone before. It filled her with dread, with uncertainty. “Do exactly as I say,” he continued. “You understand?” She nodded in acknowledgement.
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