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Ruff! My name is Sam I Am Irving Theophilus. I'm a Wauzer (my daddy was a Westie and my mama was a Schnauzer), and I'm happy to meet you! I love people, especially my human Allison. She and her sister adopted me from Little Rhody Rescue, so now I've found my forever home! Allison helped me make this blog so I could talk about all the exciting books I get to read in my new home. I just have to remember: books are friends, NOT food! Woof.
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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Buildings and Belonging

Hi!

      My silly doctor's orders are that I need to keep this cone on longer and let my humans put gooey cream on my stitches. Awoooof! I don't like this one bit, but at least I still get lots of attention (like extra chicken treats!!) from my worried family. And as Allison says, it could be worse. My friends don't seem to mind my having to wear my funny hat; Chloe and Dante and Quincy and Sadie all assure me that I only look a bit comical. They even understand why it's so important that I keep busy munching grass (sweet and tickly on my tongue) and body-slamming doors (to feel strong grrrrrr) - to stop from being frustrated about the cone. It's nice for a pup to have friends and a place where he belongs. Ruff!

     Sometimes when a pup or human-pup feels like he or she doesn't belong, an adventure results. This afternoon Allison shared one of her favorite books (Mama Suz used to read it to her when she was a pup) with me. It's about a human-pup named Andrew Henry and what he decides to do when his family don't understand him...


Doris Burn's Andrew Henry's Meadow starts out simply enough. Andrew Henry, the middle-born human-pup in his family, loves to build and invent things. But uh-oh, all of his inventions - from the helicopter he builds on the kitchen ceiling to a pulley system in his little brothers' room - make his family angry. No one appreciates Andrew Henry's projects, poor guy! So he trots off in search of a new place to belong and to work on his inventions. After Andrew Henry builds a house for himself in a meadow, another human-pup shows up. She wants a place to watch birds - a place away from her bird-hating farmer dad! Luckily, Andrew Henry builds her a treehouse. Well, you can guess what happens next! A whole herd of human-pups gather in the meadow to live in houses built by the happily busy Andrew Henry! One by one, each human-pup finds a place to belong in the meadow, away from grown-ups who scold and do not understand.

  See? And this is only half of Andrew Henry's meadow! Allison's favorite is the treehouse; mine is the one in the front of the picture. Why? Because it is dug under the ground - great for digging for hidden bones!

Fortunately, Andrew Henry's faithful dog Sam (Not Sam I Am, but still a sign that this pup is very smart. Woof!) is able to lead the human-pups' mamas and daddies to the meadow when everybody starts to miss Andrew Henry and his friends. Although Allison tells me that this book is a bit out-of-date (Today women are not limited to cooking and sewing like Andrew Henry's mother and sisters are, for example.), I liked this story. Human-pups will love the black-and-white pictures, full as they are of details like the workings of Andrew Henry's inventions and the special parts of the human-pups' houses. And I think little ones will relate to longing for a nook of their own away from parents (especially in such fun houses!). Two paws up for this book, which is best for grades 3-6 - or for anyone with a love for creative solutions to problems and special places

     Let's see...Andrew Henry could build me a house with a fluffy, comfy floor, lots of hiding spots for bones and squeaky toys, and a window in the roof to see the moon. Mmmmm. Rrrruff! He could even make it brown and white and brindle-ish colored like my hair, and a cupboard filled with bacon and turkey and sausages. Ooh, I'm drooling just thinking about it! Too bad Andrew Henry is in a book, and I am out of it.

Oh well. My own home with my family (with adventures to the big beautiful ocean sometimes) makes its own special place. Awooooooo!

I'm going to finish watching some sort of confusing mystery show (on that strange television box) with Mama and Allison. Then it will be belly-rubs and bedtime, cozy with my stork Herbert and my giraffe and my bones. You know, I really don't need Andrew Henry's building skills...even if that cupboard of meat would be fantastically yummy. 

Yours in Content Belonging,
Sam I Am



Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Little Night Music: In Praise of Chester Cricket

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     Allison and I couldn't write yesterday - we were too busy feeling wet. All because of some very silly weather! Out we went for our nightly walk, and when we were just past Peanut and Daisy's house, the raindrops started. And the drops kept going. And got bigger. And wetter. Until finally I found myself trotting beside Allison (my poor paws soaked by unavoidable puddles) as she guided us toward home through the pouring rain.

     Now, I didn't mind the thunder booms or the lightning flashes, but I definitely didn't like getting so wet! When I tried (several times) to dive into bushes to dry off (Home seemed so far for a little damp puppy like me!), Allison grinned and reminded me that we were in this adventure together. She was having fun, laughing as raindrops dripped from her hair and hopping through puddles like a gleeful duck. I got into the spirit and galloped faster - toward the warm towels and snuggles that waited for us at home. By the time we reached the porch, both me and my beloved human were dripping and trailing muddy pawprints.

     Home at last, I decided cuddling, doing my shake-the-water-off dance, and rubbing my wet snout on the carpet was more important than blogging. Hey, even a reading-eager pup like me needs a break!

    Today was better, thank dogness. Sure my humans and I got locked out of the house. But that meant we got to go see Suz at work. Also, in honor of my upcoming six month birthday, Allison and Rachel bought me a big brother for my squeaky Clifford doggy. 

See? Big Clifford and I get to know each other. He makes a funny urnk-urnk noise sometimes. Fun!!

     Except for scary vacuum roars, I like listening to different sounds. Thunder. Other pups barking. The fridge opening. The sweet sound of a Milkbone as it hits the kitchen floor. I especially like listening to my humans' voices - even when they sing along to the songs in the car! When I first came to live with Allison and her family, music was one of the only things that would make me feel better when I got too excited or upset. So this next book I'm recommending means a lot to me. 


 The Cricket in Times Square by George Selden, illustrated by Garth Williams, is a suspenseful yet hopeful tale of a cricket's adventures in the big city of New York. After accidentally stowing away in a picnic basket, Chester the cricket gets stranded in a subway station beneath Times Square. Quickly befriended by a mouse, a cat, and a boy named Mario Bellini, Chester soon realizes that his chirping is music to others' ears. When Chester decides he wants to help Mario's family save their newsstand, it is the cricket's music that draws lots of humans to the Bellinis' storefront. Chester becomes a famous musical performer! Woof!


With dark, detailed line illustrations that bring life to already loveable characters, this book is a wonderful read! At times funny and other times sad, human-pups will not want to stop reading. What will happen to Chester and the Bellinis? they'll wonder. This story also shows the power of friendship and the importance of using your talents to help others. (After all, I use my top-notch chasing talents to keep the pests away from my humans' garden - everyone can help each other out!) Two paws and a happy tail wag for this one, best for human-pups ages 9-12.   

Maybe someday I'll get to go to Times Square in New York. I bet they have lots of terrific sounds - not to mention smells and sights and people to lick! Anyway, now I'm off to snuggle Big Clifford some more and listen to the night sounds coming from outside. A special good-night to all the crickets out there!

Yours in music and dreams,
Sam I Am