The first creation of blogging with my furry friends. We want you to know how much GOD loves you and how very special you are to HIM! We look foward to many days of blogging with you.
Andrea and "The Perdue Zoo"

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Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Introducing Griffin

Today, I'd like to introduce you to my furry friend, Griffin. He shared with me his desire to become a writer. His mom and dad don't know, yet. He's been a little hesitant to share his calling with them. He's still trying to clarify things with God. Mom and I are encouraging him to be all God created him to be. Isn't that really what life's all about?

Since my retirement, I don't get out much, but Griffin sends memo's via mom. We have our ways of communicating and it's beyond most humans comprehension. Fortunately, for Griffin and I we share a human who "gets us" and "gets God!" We are both excited God chose our families very carefully. He knew where we needed to be to fulfill our calling.

So, let's all hear what Griffin has to say:

Hi, my name is Griffin, but my human friend Andrea calls me Griffy. I'm still a youngster and I'm learning lots of things. Sometimes, I can't contain all this bouncy doodle energy and I find myself in a bit of trouble. My friend Sitka assures me I'm not the only one. He says, "Don't let the old dogs fool you. They've been there, too and done their share of stumbling into trouble." I sure hope he's right, cause I've given my humans a lot of cause for concern, lately.

My recent adventure ended with a trip to the doggie emergency room and surgery. You see, I have this obsession with socks. If there is one to be found I will get it and eat it. This was working pretty well for me until this past weekend. You see, these "two" socks got stuck in my tummy. Can we all just say, "OUCH!"

You might be asking, "Why do you eat socks? You know they were on some humans feet?"

I really can't explain it. Thus far, I can't resist there fuzzy temptation. While my humans and even some of my furry friends think it's disgusting. I find them yummy to the tummy. Well, that was until they got stuck. Did I say "OUCH?"

So, here I am asking for prayer. I want to be all God created me to be. I want to be a good furry child and bring peace, love, and comfort to my mommie, daddy, and all those God allows me to meet. And, yes, I'd really like to pursue a career in writing. 

Oodles and bouncy doodles,

Saturday, February 22, 2014


On February 12th God began answering my prayers and as you can see I was quite happy about it. SNOW, SNOW, PRAISE GOD FOR SNOW! Doesn't it make each of you feel good to know God cares about a furry critters prayers? I hope you are each reminded of how much GOD cares for you and wants to hear from you. One of the cool things about God is that he understands every language, even the woofs and howls of an old malamute. After all, he authored all our languages. What an amazing GOD we have......

So, put your furry and human paws together and as mom would say, "storm the heavens in prayer!" Tell Him all those things you can't tell your closest friend. You will not shock Him. He loves you and wants you to feel His loving presence. Once again, if I can embrace the God who created me, so can you.

Me, I'm praying for more snow......

Woofs and Wags,

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Just Go With It

Friends, I need for each of you to put your furry and human paws together and pray for a friend of mine. She is a very private (human) person and doesn't like for people to know her business. So, I'm not gonna tell you her name or where she lives, but I am gonna tell you her business. How's that for furry privacy rules/settings!?! Privacy is very important, but so is prayer! A K-9 prayer warrior's gotta do what he's gotta do!

Well, here goes! My friend is having gall bladder surgery, tomorrow morning. She's not too old, but she's not too young. She is "Big Chicken" when it comes to needles, doctors, and hospital procedures.

Recently, she had another procedure done and my mom went with her. Mom was absolutely NO help at all, but she had taken a  picture of me for my friend to look at and a miracle happened. As long as my friend looks at my picture and talks to me she doesn't loose her human marbles. Well, unless you count the fact that she's talking to me through my picture. I have assured her that GOD has his ways and I can hear her and it really doesn't matter what the humans around her think as long as she stays calm. So, tomorrow my friend will carry my adorable picture with her again and I will help her stay focused while the hospital staff uses those great big needles. God is cool like that!

As you pray for my friend, remember GOD works in ways you humans can't understand. Don't get all weird about it. Just go with it.

Woofs and Wags,


Monday, February 3, 2014

Praying For Snow

Mom and I thought we would awake to another beautiful winter wonderland, but instead we are receiving a winter rinsing. I suppose God thought He should clean off the rest of the snow and messy chemicals those humans put out before giving us more snow. There, I said it. We want snow.

Please God, I'm an old man malamute and I'm begging with furry paws together for a majestically beautiful and deep snow.

Woofs and Wags,


Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Snow Day

We finally got our first real snow for 2014. Although my arthritis doesn't allow me to romp and jump around in it, I am thankful we were blessed with enough for my humans to play in. In the picture above Dad is supervising my human sister as she pushes her son, Elijah and niece, Savannah. Dad says those are his grand-blessings and it's his job to protect them. I am pretty sure my sister can handle it. I think Dad forgets sometimes that she's a grown up.

Little Eli had never been on a sled before and I'm happy to say, "he loved it!" Mom and I have convinced both Savannah and Elijah to love the snow. Now, we just have to work on the new little human God just gave us. Her name is Charley, but she's way to little to come out and play this year.

As little humans go, she's cute and absolutely gorgeous, but she has this issue that seems to run in our family. You see, when we get babies they have this ugly disease called "Colic" and they scream a lot. Mom told me it's because their tummies hurt real bad. Looks like to me some human would have found a way to fix that disease by now, but what do I know. I'm just a dog.

I understand the bitter cold is everywhere and some humans must get out and drive in it. If you are one of those humans, be safe! I am genuinely concerned, but I also don't want to lose any readers. Not just everybody reads and understands dog/malamute!

Woofs and Wags,

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Fetch Mom, Fetch

Okay, this isn't a photo of what's going on in our bedroom, but it's the only photo I could find of Mom to use. Mom has taught me many things over the years and tonight I thought I would change it up a bit. It's time for Mom to learn a few tricks.

So, while Mom was trying to read I started throwing my big red squeaky ball and barking at her to go get it. She looked at me like I was crazy. I kept throwing it....looking at her and barking. Finally, she said, "I taught you to fetch. I'm suppose to throw the ball and you are suppose to get it."

I woofed and I wagged. I howled in my native tongue and she still refuses to fetch the ball.

Can you guys believe it? I've been fetching balls for my mom and dad since I was 3 months old. That's almost NINE years and she refuses to play the game she taught me. I'm getting old. She's going to have to start fetching that darn ball when I throw it. I'm not a youngster anymore.

Woofs and Wags,

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Celebrating New Life!

Sorry I haven't been on line in a long time. It's actually Mom's fault. She's been too busy and on some days too stressed out. We've been trying to work on Mom's issues, but it's a big job. We've discussed her weaknesses before. She is trying and with God's help she will continue to keep moving forward.

Instead of dwelling on the negatives in this life, I prefer to celebrate. Mom and Dad are the proud grandparents of grandbaby #3. Her name is Charlotte Rose, but we are going to call her Charley. She was born on December 30th, 2013. Isn't she adorable. We think so! Dad says Baby Charley even looks like our human Mom. Isn't that cool?

Okay, so I'm getting old and tired and all this celebrating is wearing me out. I'm off to take a furry nap. Hope to chat with all my faithful followers again, soon.

Woofs and Wags,

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

My Helicopter Parent

Yesterday, Mom and Dad took Trouble and I to the mountains for the day. It's the first time I've been able to travel since I became ill in late August. I am still unable to hike, but I was able to get out, walk around, and enjoy the cooler temperatures. Mom took the above picture of me looking over one of the over looks on Skyline Drive in Shenandoah National Park.

Mom and Dad have always been extremely protective of Trouble and I. They hardly let us out of their sight. Recently, I have been hearing the term "helicopter parents." I thought it only applied to humans until yesterday. People think my Mom is the one who is overly protective, but they have "no" idea what lengths Dad will go to.

Dad decided to have an early human dinner and Mom agreed. Dad rode around in circles until he found the perfect parking place where he could see the car through the restaurant window at Big Meadows Wayside Cafe. I liked the spot he chose because it meant I could keep an eye on my humans and also watch all the people coming and going. However, it was a little embarrassing when I realized Dad was using binoculars to watch every move I made from the dinner table inside. Good grief, now the whole world knows I too have a helicopter parent! Come on, Dad, I'm 8 years old. I'm not a little pup anymore.

So, what's a wise old dog like me to do. I have to get through to him or at least teach him a lesson. While he turned to eat his dinner, I carefully removed the head rest and lifted the rolling cooler over the seat into the back with me. I didn't open it. I thought that might be pushing it. I just wanted to remind Dad who is really in charge around here. He's still trying to figure out how I did all that and he never saw a thing. He is even more baffled because I left no marks or evidence on the seat, cooler, or headliner in Mom's car.

Woofs and Wags,


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Sharing Mom's Weaknesses

Many times in this life, God uses us (humans and furry creatures) in the lives of others. Quite often we stretch those we love the most and sometimes the stretching is painful. God has chosen to use me many times in the life of my human mother. I'm thankful mom allows me to share some of her weaknesses as she journeys with me through this life.

Mom likes the analogy of the Tortoise and the Hare. It's a childlike lesson that keeps on teaching in our home. The lesson for us is, slow and steady wins the race and we all want to win. So, why does mom try to run ahead of God instead of taking it one step at a time and staying the course?

 We all have weaknesses and my mom is no different. Mom wants to "get it done" and/or "fix" every problem that arises in the lives of those she loves. This may not sound like a weakness to any of you, but in my mom's case it's a weakness. As dad says, "she becomes obsessed with making all things right in the world." Mom's heart is in the right place, but she is NOT God and she can not fix everything.

Mom's other weakness is "lack of patience." Not only does she want to fix everything, but she wants it done quickly. Mom is learning to patiently wait and trust God in all things and situations. Daily she struggles and clearly she's a work in progress. We love her anyway!

Over the last few months, I have been very ill. In fact, I almost left this world . God has answered mom's prayers and allowed me to stay here for now. He continues to teach her to trust Him as she and the doctors reassess my health each week. I have not received and instant healing, but rather a gradual healing. I am slowly and steadily getting better. It's one step at a time. Trust and patience have become a part of our daily lives. Is mom still struggling? Of course, she is. She is human.

The human world often seems to complicated to me. Many humans may say, "you're just a dog," but it seems to me life would be a lot less stressful if we could all just trust God with the things we don't understand and can not fix on our own. Mom expects me to trust her and I do. So, I expect mom to trust God and stop worrying about things beyond her control.

Like Mr. Hare, I continue to make slow and steady progress. I plan to finish the race God called me to with victory, as I enjoy life here in "The Perdue Zoo!" Thanks again for your continued prayers, love, and encouragement.

Woofs and Wags,


Thursday, October 3, 2013


Today, we were told I am pictured in the November issue of DOG FANCY with my old golden doodle friend, Penny. The picture was taken a few years back by a professional photographer in a local park. Needless to say, mom and dad  will be getting a copy or two or three!

My health continues to slowly improve. My lab work from Wednesday is not back, but so far each week my blood levels have been a little better. My parents are still spoiling me and I am enjoying the extra love and special treats very much. Did I mention "special treats!"

I still get tired quickly. I do not have the energy to chase squirrels, but I'm roaming around in the house during the day and I take a few little strolls around in our yard each day. Thanks for your continued prayers.

Woofs and Wags,