Welcome Back

Hello everyone. Cherokee here along with my new pal Kody. Kody joined us in February of this year after my daddy went to pick him up. Kody is from the same kennel as me and we share some common ancestors. I am happy to have a new buddy to play with, since I am getting older. Kody will turn 8 months old in 6 days and he just recently earned his CGC (Canine Good Citizen). Below are some photos of us.

Sad News

I have some sad news to report. My breeder, Sue Houck, owner of SuJo's Kennel has passed away. She passed Friday, sometime between 7:30 and 8PM. That is all for now.

Casper D is sick

I haven't gotten alot of time at the computer as of late, thanks to my daddy hogging it all the time. I finally managed to get in here and take my turn at the computer.

My buddy Casper from California is really sick again after suffering a relapse. He has Evans Syndrome, which is a very tough thing to deal with. His vet bills are really starting to take a toll on his Mom, but never fear, you can help. By visiting Casper's blog and clicking on the ads, you can help earn dollars for Casper. Do make sure you take the time read the link you click on as there are many neat and interesting things to read about. Not only that, but Google only allows a click to register every few minutes from the same user. I hope you get better Casper! Sending you lots of hugs from Kentucky. :)

Quickly, before I have to get off, I have worked out a deal with my daddy on computer usage. I can update my blog 3 times a week, not including the new Photo of the Week I plan to add. Yay!

A story from my past

I don't believe I have ever told the story of how I got my name, or the story regarding a visit to those of whom I was named after.

In 1997 when I was taken to my forever home, my daddy gave me the name Cherokee. Only later was it that I found out I had been named after a portion of his family lineage. Back in the early 1800s, someone in his family was married to a member of the Cherokee Nation, of which is now referred to as the Southern Band of Cherokee. Being proud of that heritage, he decided to give me the name he did.

In 2001 my daddy took me on a research trip to the Eastern Band of Cherokee in North Carolina. It was fun and I got to go hiking while we were there. However, I had a very interesting encounter with a real Cherokee. I am not the type of doggy that let's strangers touch me, much less do anything else without my daddy's approval first. Up till this trip, I had only allowed 3 complete strangers touch me without approval in my life. One was the showmanship trainer in 4H, one was my vet and the other was my groomer. However on this particular trip, something was different. Upon exiting one of the local 3 mile trails, we ran into a real Cherokee who was preparing to lead a hike with visitors. I wagged my tail, walked up to him and sat. He looked at me, picked me up an said something to his visitors in Cherokee. My daddy says he said I was a white dog, or unega gitli. He continued to pet me while explaining some of the language to his visitors. My daddy said he didn't mind, since I was being used as an educational tool for his distant heritage. No one since has picked me up without permission.

Call it what you will, but I think it was the special touch of Cherokee :D

What a drag

This weekend was such a drag. My daddy left to goto this spring training thing in Florida this past week and it's been lonely here. It's just not the same without him here. He has been talking back and forth to his parents often since he left and posting on the Eskie Board alot. He really misses me. Daddy says that the park he goes to watch baseball games at has WiFi access, which allows him to be online most of the time. He is coming home on Wednesday. Until then, I will hold my post by the door, waiting for him to return.

Saving Daylight

I heard my daddy the other day talking about something called 'daylight savings'. I don't really understand it too well, but it sure has thrown everyones schedule off around here including mine. I still want to play in the evening but everyone is going to bed just when I get wound up. Pffft.

I've been feeling alot better over the past week, almost back to my normal self. Daddy has been teaching me how to play frisbee. The only problem is, I have torn up my frisbee, so I guess daddy will need to get me a new one. I hope he does, because I really enjoy frisbee. :D

Not much else has been going on. I've been enjoying the warmer weather and I've been watching alot of TV with daddy. But right now its time for bed.

What a week

Lately I haven't been feeling in the mood to update my blog. I've been sleeping alot, I had an episode of the pukies and I've been having a hard time getting around since the bone spur in my left leg has been hurting. Anyway, I'm feeling better, although I am still being lazy whenever possible.

My daddy took me to the pet store on Friday to get more food. He surprised my by letting me pick out a new toy! I chose a little white sheep with a squeaker. He surprised me Saturday by giving me a warm bath too. It really made me feel better.