Some pictures from the first part of 2017.
New drums! Jake loves the Kayak! Renovation phase one complete for Valhalla! And the best fucking sunrises and sunsets on the face of the planet!
New drums! Jake loves the Kayak! Renovation phase one complete for Valhalla! And the best fucking sunrises and sunsets on the face of the planet!
He’s a fine young fellow! A handsome young lad!
Hi – my name is Jacob but you can call me Jake! Dad told me I am 5 months old today. I was born on April 15, 2016 and for the first 4 1/2 months of my life I lived on a ranch in Florida. My Mom’s name is Ruby and my Dad’s name is Tried and True. What a weird name – but Dad told me that’s becuase my Dad is a tri-colored Tibetan Terrier which is pretty cool.
When I lived on the ranch I was with other dogs and these funny looking miniature horses. I lived outside and had lots to explore and other dogs to play with. When Dad brought me home I was like ‘Whoa – what in the world just happened!’ But it’s cool now because I really like living with Dad in our little house on the beach.
I’m still sort of getting used to my new life. Mostly I just hang with Dad. We take two long walks everyday and I get to go to the beach and that’s pretty cool. I love Dad rubbing on me and playing on the floor in the living room with my toys. There is some stuff I don’t like – loud noises and car rides top the list. But no matter what Dad is always there and is very patient while I grow up.
Dad says I am his new best friend. I like the sound of that! He told me that he has had a lot of best friends and of all of them I am most like Sammy. The big difference is that Sammy used to love riding in the car. I am getting a little more used to it – we’ll see.
So I am still trying to figure all of this out but mostly I really like living with Dad in our little house on the beach. I got this huge backyard to explore and Dad’s always there with me. Life is great!
Jacob was born on April 15, 2016 at Dolbrooks Tibetan Terriers near Lake City in Florida. His parents are Dolbrooks Tried and True (Sire) and Dolbrooks Ruby Begonia of Jetsan (Dam). He was 19 weeks old when I met him and brought him back to his forever home.
When I met him he seemed to be very happy, a bit shy, and got along great with the other dogs that were there. He was raised outside and had never been indoors. He did not like the car ride home, eventually he climbed into the back of the car and hid until we got home.
He was very disoriented and frightened when we got home but soon became more comfortable with what was going on. He took to the lead right away and now loves his walks. The breeder told me he liked the water and he took to the beach right away following me into the surf on his first visit.
It didn’t take me long to come up with his registered name – Sweet Boy Jacob. He loves to be held and petted, is very calm and will lay in my lap or next to me for rubs for hours. He’s still pretty shy around other people but getting more confident every day. We did our first trip to the hardware story yesterday and he did great! He sticks close by but also spends time by himself while Dad is working.
I was was a bit apprehensive about getting Jacob after Buddy passed but any concern melted quickly away after this sweet little boy stole my heart. I am truly blessed to have such a happy, gentle and loving new best friend. I see more of Sammy in Jacob but as he’s become more comfortable in his new environment I can also see some of Buddy in him too. He’s definitely got a rascally side to him!
I am so happy to have a new best friend!
Hi everybody, my name is Buddy and I died on July 16. Apparently there was something wrong with my heart even though I never knew anything. My Dad told me a couple of days before that I was 5 months old now and a fine young fellow. I was just a puppy so I was not sure exactly what that meant but I know that my Dad must be very sad right now. I never really knew what sad was because the time I spent with my Dad was awesome.
So I am here now to tell Dad that everything is OK. You were a good Dad and my whole life revolved around you. You always took time to play with me and I know you always tried to be patient with me.
I learned to love our walks, time at the beach and the time at the dog park where I was making new friends. I loved it when you put me on your belly in the bed and rubbed me all over. I loved it when you put the welding glove on and let me fight with you.
I loved it when I got to run around like I had lost my mind in the backyard and came into the house with dirt head to toe. I loved that you took me to see your friends like Rick & Myhra and Robin & Kathy and their kitties, chickens and ducks. I loved it when you took me for car rides, held me in your lap, let me sniff the wind and throw my head back for kisses.
I loved it that whenever you filled up your cup with ice you gave me a piece and I kicked it around the house. I loved it when you gave me treats. I loved it when you let me in the closet and I could drag out all of your shoes.
I know I was maybe a bad boy when I knocked the bowl of Spaghetti over a couple of weeks ago and you were mad – but you played with me after a couple of minutes and I knew everything was going to be OK. We had such good times together and I miss you.
Dad – I know you feel lost right now and I wish I was still there to let you hold me in your lap and brush me, lick your face and try and bite you when you weren’t looking. But I am not and that’s OK. Everything is exactly the way it supposed to be because otherwise it would be different. You didn’t do anything wrong.
I remember just a couple of weeks ago I was running around like a crazed monkey in the backyard – you were standing on the deck and you were smiling. But this is what you didn’t know – because I am a puppy and we have some special powers – I could sometime read your mind.
I know that day you were thinking how how much fun it was to see me so happy and that you hoped you would never take it for granted. Don’t worry – you won’t.
So I am now at the Rainbow bridge and the first dogs to meet me were Sammy, Annie, Max, LuLu and Spot. So we are now hanging out together and it’s really cool here. Lots of place to run around and play with the other puppies. There are beaches and big ass piles of dirt for me to dig it. I am OK and can’t wait to see you again. And it’s OK that you find another best friend.
Rest in peace my precious little boy. Our time together was brief and filled with the Puppy Dog Light. I’ll never forget the time we spent together and how very much you taught me to live in gratitude for each precious moment we have.
Hi everybody – it’s Buddy here. My Dad told me that I am now 4 months old. Apparently this is a big deal because I got my final vaccinations from the nice people at the vet. Now Dad says I can go more places and meet more dogs. I’m still a bit afraid of other dogs although I did make a friend more my size recently that seemed to want to play with me.
Dad says I’ve really grown up over the past month. I really still don’t understand a lot of that kind of stuff because I am still a puppy. But Dad says that I am a very good boy – except when I am a stinker – and that I am pretty good natured – whatever that means. I know that I like spending my day with Dad and we do lots of fun stuff.
Like going to the beach. Except something happened a while back where a nice lady – Dad called her Officer – told Dad that he couldn’t take me on the beach. Well that was a surprise! But she was nice to me and Dad told me that she let us off ‘easy.’ Whatever that means.
So now we are walking on the big sidewalk on the road that runs by the ocean. We walk down to a place where we can get on the beach but where there are not so many people. Apparently some people don’t like dogs on the beach cause we poop on it. Well I’ll tell you – I see a lot of stuff on the beach that people leave there – I guess it’s OK for people to poop on the beach but not dogs. Sort of confusing to me because I am still a puppy.
Before the Officer told us we couldn’t walk on the beach Dad got me to follow him out into the ocean. I like the water and I am not really afraid when the waves come in.
Once I went completely underwater! It was kind of fun. An Dad would let me carry is flip flop home at the end of the walk. That was my job and Dad told me that I did it really well.
Dad tells me that he is proud of me when we walk now with the lead. I still sometimes grab at it and lay down when Dad is trying to walk me – but not so much as I used to. I love to walk and sniff everything and try and eat stuff. I don’t jump on Dad so much anymore either. I still have my moments though when I want to play rough so Dad puts his welding glove on and I attack it!
I spend a lot of time on my own now while Dad is working. I sleep a lot but also explore the back yard a lot on my own. Dad says I am a really good dog because I hardly ever go pee or poop in the house anymore. I have my toys spread all over the house and sometimes I chew on them. One thing I do now is bark at stuff. Like my food and water bowls. I pull them out of my kennel and bark at them. And I bark when I hear funny noises or see something that looks kind of funny. I bark when I want Dad to play with me! Then Dad calls me Barky McBarkface. Dad sure has a lot of different names he calls me.
But mostly he calls me Buddy and I pretty well know that’s me now when anyone says it. I love to meet new people all the time and Dad tells me that everybody always says how cute I am and want to know what kind of dog I am. Dad especially likes it when pretty girls want to pet me.
And did I tell you about riding in the car? Boy is that quickly becoming a favorite thing to do. Dad holds me and I stick my head and sometime my legs out the window and sniff! Dad tells me that I get high because sometimes I just sort of throw my head back and make funny noises. It’s so cool! One thing Dad teases me about it that I drool when it’s hot (and it’s hot a lot here!) and now the side of the car is perpetually covered with Buddy drool.
Dad says I’m a fine little fellow and that he’s proud of me that I am such a good boy. Now I am not exactly sure what that all means cause I am still a puppy but I like hanging out with my Dad in our little house near the beach.
I just loving living on the beach!
Buddy just loves to dig…
My name is Dolbrook’s Best Friend Buddy – my friends call me Buddy – and I was born on February 9th 2016. My Dad tells me that I was born a couple of days after his best friend Samwise went to the Rainbow Bridge.
My Dad told me that I am a Tibetan Terrier – at least that is what they call us. I am still just a puppy but I know the truth! We are really an ancient breed of dog from a place called Tibet.
There they call us a Dokhi Apso and we were breed by the Lamas in their temples. I know that the Lamas believe in reincarnation. Now I am not so sure but I know that all the Tibetan Terriers that live outside on my home country come from some dogs that were given as gifts for good luck over a hundred years ago. So I know Samwise because there is a little bit of him in me. I know Dad was heartbroken when Samwise left him so I was extra cute when I had my first puppy photo taken. I know Dad needed another best friend and we could all walk over the Rainbow Bridge – Dad, Sammy, Annie, Bella, Mindy, LuLu, Max and Spot – one day together. Apparently Dad has a lot of best friends.
My Mom and Dad live with a nice lady named Sue that lives a few hours away from my Dad. She lives on a ranch with a bunch of funny looking miniature horses and a whole bunch of other Tibetan Terriers and some other breeds. When Dad showed up on April 9th Sue brought me out with a couple of my brothers. I was shy but Dad seemed to already know me. Funny that.
We drove home after that. Dad told me that we live on something called ‘the beach’ and he hoped I loved it as much as he did. Dad bought a bed for me and I stayed in it some on the ride home – but mostly I liked to ride in my Dad’s lap.
He brought me home and we went inside our house. I had never been in something called a house before so I kind of sniffed around. Then Dad gave me some food and we went to bed to sleep. I slept on the ground next to his bed and I was a good boy. The next morning we went to see this thing called a beach. I was frightened and howled a bit but Dad held me tight and told me everything was alright.
A couple of days later Dad took me to see his friends at something called the Vet. A nice man touched me with some funny equipment and told Dad I was a healthy boy. Dad told me he was happy about that.
So then we just started hanging out and doing stuff. Dad would take me to the beach almost everyday and it still frightened me some but after a while I got more used to it. I really liked going to some place called the back yard. Our house has a huge backyard and it’s full of stuff for me to explore.
A week after Dad brought me home we went to some friends of his and guess what! They had some animals called Chickens and Ducks and Cats! Wow! I wasn’t sure about them but when we went back the next week I started making friends with them – especially Shiro the cat.
We also got to meet a whole bunch of people and Dad’s friends house and then Dad’s family at his brother’s house. Dad says I am just like his other best friend Sammy becuase I just love meeting people. I am still kind of afraid of the big dogs I have met but I am always good and make sure they know they are bigger than I am and I won’t cause any problems.
Dad does something called telecommuting. I don’t really know what that is but he sits in front of these glowing things called computer screens and talks into a little box – something called a cell phone – most days. I like it cause he’s here and I sleep and play and sometime we go out to the backyard where Dad keeps saying stuff like ‘Do It Buddy’. I am not sure what that exactly means yet but it’s funny cause if I pee or poop Dad always gives me a treat. Sometimes he gives me a treat for no reason but he never gives me a treat if I pee or poop in the house.
Dad feeds me everyday in the morning, afternoon and the evening is something called a kennel. I don’t exactly know what that is but sometimes he shuts the door on it and leaves. I don’t like that much and I bark until my face and paws get wet. But he always comes home and holds me and we have fun again.
The weirdest thing we do is something called ‘A Walk.’ He puts a funny long piece of rope called a leash on me and we go to the beach. I don’t like it very much – especially in the beginning. I like to fight my Dad by grabbing onto the leash and tugging. I love to do that kind of stuff with Dad.
We go to that place he called the beach and I usually try to jump on him. I always bite on the leash and sometimes I bark and whine. But not so much as I used to. It’s all still a bit confusing to me. But when I walk nicely next to him he tells me I am a good boy. More recently I like to run around on the beach some and stick stuff in my mouth. Sometimes at the beach or it the backyard I go crazy and run around like I’ve lost my mind!
I really haven’t but I like to run and then do one of my favorite things – dig in the dirt! Boy do I ever like to do that! sometimes I get really dirty and Dad wipes me off with a towel. I always try and get the towel away from him and play with it.
Sometimes he takes me places in the car. The car is a thing that Dad drives on the road and I always still want to ride in his lap. Then he rolls down the window and I stick my head outside and sniff the wind. Dad tell me that his best friend Sam liked to ride in the car more than anything. I kind of think it’s pretty neat too.
So Dad tells me that I will soon be 3 months old. I don’t exactly know what that means cause I am still a puppy but I don’t quite feel so afraid of stuff anymore and I am starting do better on my walks – at least that’s what Dad tells me. I mostly like it when we play tug-of-war with one of my toys. I am still kind of bad about trying to bite him.
Dad sometimes gets very stern and tells me No! I am trying hard to understand cause my teeth kind of bug me but I know Dad knows that I love him .
Dad says I am a good boy and I have a great personality. I don’t know exactly what that means, but I do like my Dad a lot and sometime lay in his lap and lick his face. Then I try to bite him!
He tries to be very patient with me but I know that sometimes I bug him too much. But that’s OK because I know I am now his best friend too. And that’s all I really need because I am a dog. Whatever that is!
January 11, 2004 – February 4, 2016
Sammy was a Dokhi Apso – commonly called Tibetan Terrier or Tsang Apso – who was the love of my life and my best friend. He came into this life in Fort Meyers Florida. Both his parents were champions of their breed and he showed every bit of his lineage. A ancient breed – they are known to be their own dog.
On his first car ride on the way back to the airport we started to bond which would set the pattern for one of his favorite things to do – ride in the car!
Sammy often spent his vacations on the beach. One of the things he loved to do was find anything stinky to roll in. He wasn’t as fond of being hot so he regularly got haircuts to stay cool and comfy in the heat.
The breeder told me before I even picked him up that he was a ‘talker.’ Some Dokhi Apsos apparently were known to be very vocal and this was certainly true for Sammy – especially later in life.
Sammy just loved the bed and his bones. His core competency was sleeping and he did it every chance he got. He loved his bones – both to guard them from the other dogs and even chew them every once and a while.
He was a curious dog – always exploring the world around him. He wasn’t like other dogs as much as he wasn’t one to sit in your lap and lick your face – he was his own dog.
I was convinced from a very early age that he was a reincarnated buddhist monk from his homeland of Tibet. He would spend hours contemplating the nature of the universe and no one ever quite knew what he was thinking. His was an ancient breed and they primarily were temple dogs who spent their days with the monks.
While he did like to do some of the things that ‘normal’ dogs did he never had a keen interest in playing with toys, fetching the ball, etc. I always thought he never really saw the point in it but did it because the other dogs did.
Generally he was very well behaved and never really got in much trouble or mischief. But he had many sides to him and always took advantage of the situation he was in. He truly lived for the moment.
He was such a handsome boy! People would often remark what a beautiful dog he was. As he got older they couldn’t believe he wasn’t younger. He was truly a specimen and represented the best of his breed being from a champion mother and father. The breeder told me that I should breed him – he was champion material.
He always brought joy to my heart – he could be a clown in his own little world. Never jealous or resentful because he got less attention sometimes because of the other dogs. He was very territorial though and disliked mean or overly agressive dogs. He always would take a stand.
But more than anything – he was everybody’s best friend. He would always greet everybody like they were special but never demanded much more than a butt-scratch. He would always walk between my legs and raise his rear feet when he got a good scratch! He didn’t demand much more but always loved to be with his peeps.
He never demanded much from me – other than riding in the car! He loved to take walks and while he liked the beach well enough he was never as fond of it as my other dogs. Like most dogs – he mostly liked to sniff and hopefully find a tasty treat (the grosser the better) or something to roll in. Boy did he like to roll in shit – the stinkier the better!
And did I mention how much he loved to ride in the car. Sure – most dogs do but for Sammy it became his obsession later in life. He loved both sniffing the air with his head out the window or lying next to me while I scratched him all over as we took our trips. He loved his scratches but was never demanding.
He was on this earth a wonderful 12 years and enjoyed ever moment being here. He always made me aspire to be the person he thought I was. He was always my dog from the beginning though and he ended up being the love of my life. Well – he never was really my dog – he was his own dog but I got the honor of sharing this lifetime with him. I treasure the moments we had together.
Sammy enjoyed every moment of his life. He lived in the moment and never had a mean bone in his body. Everybody that knew Sammy loved Sammy. He taught me so much I was always be grateful and humbled for my time with him. It was truly an honor to be part of his life here. I know that he will live on in my memories and somewhere out there he is on his next journey of wonder. I miss you terribly my friend – you really touched my soul.
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….