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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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Remy
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 | | Purred: Tue Oct 27, '09 9:25am PST | | | | | | I LOVE !!! your story Cookie  SOOOO exciting !!!!!
OMD !!!!! I am biting my toe nails wondering what happens next 
Thank you Cookie  AND thank you too Daisy for posting so we dont miss a single word of Cookie's exciting story  | | | | |
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Daisy (In- Loving- Memory)
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| | Purred: Wed Oct 28, '09 3:50am PST | | | | | | No Worries Remy ...i am next my snifffer to the ground...for the next one.... it looks to be a scarey Howlween here at the bridge ////i may need a paw to get me through it (fakeing that fainty girlie charm on Remy)heheheheh i laugh.... i am a tuff Lab..not much scares me...right>>>>>>>spiders>>>>>> | | | | |
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Daisy (In- Loving- Memory)
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| | Purred: Wed Oct 28, '09 5:02am PST | | | | | | Okay heres the 2ond one
Sirius Rising: The Cookies In Cream Chronicles
Pupisode 2 – The Amulet of Kelb-tal Fenek
October 28th 2009 4:00 am
Early September
A series of jagged cliffs towered over the worksite. A fox paused and watched the shadow of a bird move across a smooth portion of red rock. It swooped lower, gliding past a ripple of stone that had been gouged and carved into the face of the cliff. In shadow, the fox swung the small hammer, striking it against the solid stone, chipping away at it in small pieces. A stifling heat rose from the ground and sucked the energy and strength from the workers.
For the last several weeks they had been blasting away at the base of the cliffs in the area known as The Three Peaks. Hidden deep inside the rock in a secret chamber was an ancient and powerful artifact. Using the map of the Lion’s Path, General Oberon, had led them to this location.
From overhead came a loud caw that startled some of the workers. The crow came down low, just inches above their heads creating a momentary welcome breeze from the flap of its powerful wings. The crow let out a final caw and landed upon the shoulder of a coyote, which was watching from a rock ledge that overlooked the worksite.
From the lookout, the coyote and the crow surveyed the progress below. A final strike of the hammer and the last blast hole was ready. Once it was packed with explosives, the fox signaled to the others and they all took refuge behind nearby boulders. The blast echoed throughout the canyon, sending a powerful ripple out from the epicenter. Rocks and boulders careened down the side of the nearby cliffs and a thick cloud of dust rose into the air, blanketing the area.
Slowly the dust cloud dissipated and movement could be seen below. On the ledge of the adjacent cliff, the coyote and crow watched. A fox approached the coyote. “General Oberon,” he said, “The blast was a success. We have entry.”
The crow took flight and soared off, disappearing around a jagged peak. Oberon followed the path down to the worksite. When he reached the epicenter he could see where the blast had torn open the rock face, revealing a passageway.
Oberon turned to face the workers. They had formed two separate lines facing each other. The black crow flew from the sunlight into the shadows of the cliffs and took up its familiar position on Oberon’s shoulder.
On the crest of the ridge the silhouette of a large figure emerged. Slowly their master approached, each paw landing with authority. Small dust clouds trailed each thunderous step. As he made his way, one by one, each worker lowered his head in submission. He stopped in front of Oberon.
“My Lord,” Oberon said, “The entrance to the Lion’s Den awaits you.”
Oberon stepped aside, revealing the passageway to his master. Before him was a shallow corridor carved into the cliff. His yellow eyes grew large and the muscles in his shoulders tightened. Oberon watched as the wolf entered the passage and slowly disappeared into the belly of the cliff.
Oberon and the workers stood silent and still. The fear of disappointing their master weighed heavily on them. Several minutes passed before their master emerged from the passage. His familiar expression of anger and scorn was replaced with one of triumph. Around his neck glistened and shone a solid gold chest plate. Lining the edges of the amulet was amethyst and lapos lazuli—a favourite gem and precious stone of the ancient Egyptians. In the centre of the amulet, surrounded by onyx and pearls, was the head of an Egyptian hound.
Oberon went down on one knee and the workers behind him followed.
“I pledge my allegiance to our great master,” Oberon decreed. “He, who wears the great amulet of Kelb-tal Fenek. May he rule forever.”Edited by author Wed Oct 28, '09 5:03am PST
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Cookie (In- Memory)
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| | Purred: Wed Oct 28, '09 7:51am PST | | | | | | Hey Remy and Daisy,
Thanks for posting, Daisy. In upcoming pupisodes many of our Angel Babies will be featured. Stay tuned, pups.
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Daisy (In- Loving- Memory)
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| | Purred: Thu Oct 29, '09 3:37am PST | | | | | |  we cant wait Cookie ... its so excting..... and scary all rolled in to a popsicle hehehehehe i may need some of the Ale to get me through the scarey parts...you know as a courage maker heheheh (just kidding) i am brave | | | | |
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| | Purred: Fri Oct 30, '09 4:38am PST | | | | | | 3rd edition to the story by COOKIE 
Sirius Rising: The Cookies In Cream Chronicles
Pupisode 3 – Getaway, Interrupted
October 30th 2009 4:23 am
Stryker led Cookie from the edge of the valley, back into the woods. His powerful frame cleared a path, snapping branches and leveling weeds and sticks so she could follow easily.
To the left Stryker heard a commotion and looked over. A pack of coyotes were heading in their direction. He swiftly changed course and headed towards the river where only minutes earlier he had pulled himself out of the rushing water.
At top speed, Cookie followed, making the same sharp turn. The loose ground beneath her back legs crumbled under paw and she stumbled, kicking up dirt and debris. Stryker slowed and looked back to make sure she was okay. He watched as she regained control and continued running. Over her shoulder he saw the four coyotes closing in on them. In the woods, the coyotes were accustomed to maneuvering through the trees, logs and sticks. If they could make it to open ground, maybe he and Cookie could out run the coyotes.
Stryker looked to his right and noticed the steep drop to the river’s edge. Behind them, they could hear the snorting and grunting of the coyotes as they got closer and closer. Cookie had managed to make up some ground and was on Stryker’s heels. He glanced back, and looked over her shoulder to better assess just how close the coyotes were. Before he could get a clear view, he felt his front paw slip. The ground beneath him slide away and his shoulder dipped causing his rear legs to swing forward. Like a car on black ice, Stryker found himself spinning out of control. Cookie rushed up behind him and Stryker’s back paw clipped her shoulder, sending her careening forward. The collision propelled Cookie into a thicket as Stryker came to an abrupt stop several feet away.
Sprawled out on all fours and still a little dazed from the spinning, Stryker raised his head and saw the four coyotes circling. The mishap had given them the opportunity to surround them. From the thicket, Cookie emerged favouring her shoulder. Stryker watched as she tried to walk. To his right, he heard a low growl and his ears twitched and turned to better hone in on the grumble. The coyote’s head was low to the ground, jowls raised as it crept forward. Without hesitation, Stryker pounced to his paws, standing over the smaller coyote. He confronted his pursuer with a menacing stare. The coyote stood its ground. Stryker let out a frightening war cry and the coyote quivered. Stryker pounced; he leapt into the air and came down on the coyote with a debilitating force. His enemy buckled from the impact and before he could mount a counter-attack, Stryker raised his right paw and delivered a blow to the coyote’s snout.
At the same time, the second coyote that was standing behind Stryker, slammed into his side, sending them down a 30-foot bank towards the river. On the way down, they crashed through bushes and ricocheted off of tree trunks—each of them entangled in a web of limbs—before coming to a jolting stop at the water’s edge.
Stryker untangled himself from the limbs. His white coat smeared with mud and leaves. He felt a piercing pain pinch his neck and he grimaced. Shaking it off, Stryker steadied himself and looked back up the steep bank from where he had fallen. Behind him, he heard a deep, angry growl. Slowly he turned, when from above came a streaking blur of brown and white. The impact sent the unsuspecting coyote flying into the air. With a splash it landed in the river and was swiftly carried away.
“Alex!” Stryker exclaimed thankfully. The German Shorthaired Pointer watched the coyote struggle in the current and get swept down stream. He turned and Stryker could now see his solid liver head, ears and muzzle. A stripe of white started just above his eyes and moved down to the tip of his nose, where it widened and continued to the edge of his left jowl. Alex approached, the lean muscles in his shoulders flexed and hardened. His coat was white with heavy liver ticking that created a mosaic.
“Behind you!” Cried Alex. Stryker turned to see the two coyotes that had fallen down the bank with him rushing towards him in a simultaneous attack; their jaws open, eyes crazed. With little time to prepare for the onslaught, Stryker stood on his hind legs. The two coyotes took to the air in an aerial assault. They slammed into Stryker sending him reeling backwards. Entangled, the three teetered on the bank of the river and then their momentum took them over. Stryker entered the water with a splash. The river’s deadly strength clawed at him and pulled him under. He struggled, his limbs flailing. A speckled liver and white paw reached down and by the scruff of his neck lifted him onto the bank. He gasped for air and looked up into the almond-shaped eyes of Alex. The two coyotes howled as they were swept down river.
From the woods above came a high-pitched cry. “Cookie!” Alex bellowed. Stryker got to his paws and shock the water from his body. The bank was far too steep for them to attempt to climb. Alex headed down river and Stryker followed. At the point where the river began to narrow, the two were able to traverse the cliff and reach the woods. Together they rushed back to the area where Stryker and the coyotes had fallen to the river’s edge. Cookie was gone.
“We need to get help,” Alex said.
Stryker looked around and noticed a series of tracks that headed north, towards the valley. “Where are the others?” He asked.
“Tinsleigh headed back to Sheba, Kirby, Sydney and Jordan. She sent me to find you,” Alex responded.
“Alex,” Stryker countered. “I need you to use that speed of yours. Don’t meet up with the others. You have to run home.” Stryker looked directly into Alex’s brown eyes “Don’t stop for anything, or anyone. Do you understand?”
Alex nodded in agreement.
“Find Elvis and Mercury,” Stryker continued sternly. “Tell them it’s the legend.”
Stryker paused and looked at Alex. “Do you understand, Alex?”
“Yes,” Alex responded. “What are you going to do?”
Stryker replied, “I’m going to rescue, Cookie.” | | | | |
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