Rest In Peace, Eddie

Winter 1998 to Summer 2011

Full of life Eddie

Back in ’97, Lori got her mind set on getting a dog. We’d just moved to the country with a yard big enough for one to run around in and she started talking. Every once in a while, Lori sets her mind to something that I just can’t get in the way of. No matter how much I resisted, she insisted that we were going to get a dog. I remember arguing about it at the dinner table one evening in the early winter of ’97 and it dawned on me that this was one of those moments where I needed to say ok.

But I didn’t.

At least, not right away.

Shortly thereafter, I remember installing Microsoft Dogs on my computer at work and running the ‘dog matching’ program. Lori wanted a lab or golden retriever. I wanted nothing to do with a crotch sniffing, 150 lb drooling child intimidator or a yippy loopy mutt that piddles on the floor when you walk into the room. The program asked all the right questions and narrowed down on a collie.

I believe it was only a few hours later (maybe the next day or two) when I got the phone call at work that she’d brought a full grown up – looking – puppy home. This thing had an adult face, big paws and a little puppy body. That flea bag got his first bath in the laundry room sink.

It didn’t take long before that designer dog got a designer name: Eddie Bauzer. Yep, named after the designer (Eddie Bauer). This tri-colored show dog came from a family of ribbon winners and he had a coat to match that calling. Yet, showing dogs wasn’t something we’d do, so he had to settle with just being a family member.

And so that’s what he did.

Always guarding the kids (at your feet)
Part of the family

Every opportunity that he got, he spent his time with the kids. With his youthful energy, it fit in really well with the girls. Having a natural herding instinct, when the girls would run in the back yard, Eddie would chase after them and nip on their clothing or bump their heels. He’d bark in a playful way and even though kids would hold their hands over their ears, they’d learn quickly that Eddie had many different types of barks.

There was the welcome bark, which lasted about 30 seconds. There as the deer chasing bark that you’d hear when he was a few hundred yards about struggling to get through sticker bushes on the tail of a fresh scent. There was the ‘I’m scared let me in’ bark – which we’d hear late at night if we forgot to let him in. Then, there as the obsessive barking at ghosts that he developed as he got old. During holiday parties, that greeting bark became so out of control, that Eddie got to learn how a muzzle felt around his snout. He hated that thing. I’m sure he considered it a timeout and immediately after we took it off, he’d wipe his face on the wool rug. Lol.

Yet, we couldn’t have gotten a better fit for our family. He barked at reasonable times in a meaningful way (most of the time). He never growled, but in play. It was a non-aggressive growl.

Loved to play around

One of the things that we all found very interesting about Eddie was that he learned to pet people back. In the above picture where Eddie and I are ‘wrestling’ he was pretending to pet me while petting his own leg. His way of petting was to put his snout up against you and ‘gum’ you. All the while, he’d be vocalizing ‘woo woo woo woo woo…” Like gently itching a flea bit.

I'm sure he felt silly chewing his own foot.

Of all the dogs I’ve ever known, Eddie has the most gentle with his mouth. If you’d give him a scrap from the table, he’d gently lean forward, turn his head slightly and almost gum it out of your hand with his mouth. Until he got really old, you never had to worry about your fingers. Even if he did ‘get them’, it was never a bite, but rather a gumming.

Even though he loved going places, he had a hard time in the truck. From the moment we’d get rollin’ he’d get droolin’. You could say it was a form of motion sickness. If we rolled the window down for him (which he loved) the drool for fly out of his mouth leaving long sticky trails of slobber along the side windows. A friend once identified our common green expedition by the drool along the side. I’ll never forget having to wash that off.

Under the swing tree at the creek


Letting his feet dry out in the cabin

One of his favorite places to go was the cabin. As a puppy, we’d let him out and within a few minutes, he’d be black from his toes to his chest. Even though he hated water and would – never – swim, he’d run in the creek. I remember someone throwing him in Lake Whatcom on a hot summer day. The look of terror in his eyes just that once was enough to get me to be his guardian for life. That long thick fur would hold so much water that he could barely keep his nose up to breathe. Unlike the big chested labs, this skinny guy learned to avoid the dock when anyone made a move to toss him in.

Dad, we want to go to the swing, will you call Eddie?

Yet he loved it in the woods. Every time the girls stepped out, you couldn’t hold him back. If they went to the pulley swing, he’d race after them trying to grab the rope to slow them down. If they went down to the big swing, he’d bark and get in the way enough to get clobbered by the kid on the swing on their return trip. You’d heard him “wolf wolf wolf, yip, yart” as he lowered his tailed and head to retreat. It got to the point where we had to tie him up for the few minutes that the kids would be on the swing.

Where to next boys?

I love this picture. One weekend years ago, we camped in the north cascades. We’d driven up the road to a waterfall, stopped and went to check it out. When we came back we found Eddie playing innocent behind the wheel. Never did get to find out where he went, yet, he never really went far.

You see a mouse? I'm not afraid of no little mouse!

On the inside, he was a real baby. I don’t know what got him on the chair during this ice storm, but when a thunder-head came over he always found his way into bed. He’d whine and try to bury his head in the covers. I saw him hide under tables and put his nose in the corner. That barking from above never set right with him.

In his younger years, he’d actually run and jump into our bed at night as we were getting ready to call it an evening. Lori would give his ears a rubbing and all the while, he’d keep his mouth shut. This didn’t last longer than a couple minutes before the bedding heated him up enough that he could no longer stand it and he’d jump off panting up a storm. To cool off, he’d lay against the base of the front door where the ground was cool.  Must people fight with their dogs to get them to stay at the door. Eddie choose this as one of his favorite spots (the floor was always cold there).

Don't you want to mother it too?

He had a really big heart. Every time the girls would bring up a new critter (kittens, bunnies, hamsters and what not) Eddie would spend hours trying to figure out how to mother them. It was almost obsessive. He’d cry and want to nuzzle the critter, but it always scared the living daylights out of whatever it was. With most dogs, you have to prevent it from killing the critter, with this dog, we had to protect them from being overly mothered.

nobody's messing with these kigs expect me!

His real joy was the backyard. When he was a puppy, we put in an invisible fence to keep him from chasing the deer way back into the woods. This became the territory that he protected. If the deer walked by, he’d race to the edge of the property and bark. If the bunnies entered the yard, he’d race down and chase them back into the woods. After they’d moved on, he’d come back to the deck proud of his work

He was kind of a creature of habit. He’d walk the same trail along the yard and never poop in it. When looking to do his business, he’d place his nose down and venture off the trail until he found just the right spot to squat. But his squats where not like other dogs. Nope, he’d wattle forward in a half circle while pooping. It was like he was outlining the crescent moon every time he did his duty!

As he got older and lost his ability to bark, he’d ‘whaff’ in a horsed wide-mouth whisper at the critters that passed by, but he never lost his dedication to protecting his family and environment. If someone in the family got in a fight, he’d always find his way in between the two people. He’d just stand there, but it was his non-aggressive way of keeping people apart. Even though he couldn’t hear, he never lost his enthusiasm to wag his tail. Even though he could barely stand, he never lost his desire to want to go.

Old Dog Eddie - still wanted to smile.

I’m going to miss Eddie. We’ll all miss Eddie. He was a sweet, loyal, curl up at your feet kind of dog that always wanted to do the right thing. I never saw him get angry. I saw him share. All the other dogs always wanted to play with him. Everyone that met Eddie loved him. Even the cats tolerated him.

There are lots of good memories and, as best as I can remember, no really bad ones. If he did something wrong, he knew it. If he did something right, he did it a number of times.

He lived to please.

You will be missed.

The Book of Aquarius – The Great Work

If you love to tinker with the metaphysical, this book is for you! If you never thought you would want to be an alchemist, well, the words presented by anonymous will surely motivate you into action. If it’s this simple to create the Philosopher’s Stone, you’d think that everyone will eventually give it a try! Who know, you might even give it a go.

Now that this book is out, it shouldn’t be too long before we start hearing if people are successful at following this recipe or not. We’ll just have to search for results posted on the web. If we find any, I’m sure it will make for some good reading – in one way or another.

Why did I end up seeing this book? It’s strange, but when you think about the metaphysical, you have to wonder why something comes your way when it does. Or, at least think about it, after it arrives.

Back in March, I received an email with the entire Book of Aquarius in it, yet in reading the first couple paragraphs (and skipping to the end), I blew it off as wordy, incomplete and another internet hoax. It just felt that way. I approached it as a critic and didn’t open up to feel it. The one thing that really stood out was that at the end, in the afterword, the author states:’

So I know what you’re asking now… where is it, right?

I’ll come clean: I haven’t finished it yet. At the time of writing I’m up to the Black Stage. It’s a very awesome black color right now and I’m very excited. All the signs occurred exactly as predicted by the alchemists

I have to admit that this type of admission always tends to heighten my ‘bogus science’ sense. I simply read the first few paragraphs along with the last few and quickly formed an opinion that kept me from giving the book any real energy.

Then, one weekend a number of weeks later, I got the idea to dig up that old email and see if there was any real depth to it. As you know, I like to tinker. So playing around with someone else’s idea of alchemy seemed like a great way to spend the afternoon. And, well, that’s just what I did.

I’m glad I did. And, seeing that you’re still reading this post, you’re probably a little interested too.  If you want a copy, Google for “The Book of Aquarius pdf”. In just a few minutes you, too, could be reading the author’s words in their complete form. I’m sure that in the back of your mind you’ll be wondering if it’s something that you could really tinker with too!

As the title of the book explains, it’s about The Philosopher’s Stone.

The Philosophers’ Stone operates and is made by entirely natural and scientific means. Truth is always simple, beautiful and easy to understand.

The Philosophers’ Stone is real; you can make it at home. The Stone makes old people young, heals all forms of sickness and disease, extends your life, turns any metal into gold, and more, as you will learn. This isn’t a myth or a metaphor, it’s a fact.

To be specific, this book is a recipe for making the stone!

What I find interesting is that the author has gathered information about what the stone does for people, but, as it stands right now, the claims are still mythical for he has not completed the stone. And, as it turns out, if you search the web, you won’t find anyone else that’s online talking about the stone. No one is talking publically about it – until now – with this book

The author claims to be half way through the second part of making his own stone and that the observations that he’s made throughout the process align well with historical texts – if you view them in the correct (philosophical) light.

Now, if you are interested in reading the book, I highly encourage you to not read any further here. Why? Because it might either spoil it or encourage you to read it straight away. Basically, I’m going to give the secret away, so if you want to be surprised, just go away. Don’t read any more. Find something else to do. You know, just move along little doggy…

Yet, if you’re going to stay, here are some words from the chapter First Part. I’ve stung them together to give you the basic idea about the process:

Collect 1 liter of urine, the darker the better, so it’s best to collect it from the first time you urinate in the morning. … Distil the urine at no more than 175°F/80°C in the water bath with the 1ltr retort. … The top opening of the retort should be hermetically sealed. … When the urine is all distilled there will be a nasty black mass in the bottom of the retort, which needs to be calcined. Take the retort out of the water bath, unplug the top opening, and put it onto high heat (such as on a gas stove). You do not have to be careful with the heat when calcining, only when distilling. The calcining needs a strong, aggressive degree of heat. Leave it this way for a few hours, until the mass is all dry and cracked. … Pour the remainder of the urine back onto the calcined body in the retort, and repeat the distillation and calcination again, in the same way as before. Then repeat again, and again. … After a few distillations you will see a white salt forming on top of the black mass, when calcining this there will be a sweet flowery chemical smell given off. Keep repeating the distillations and calcinations until it the whole surface is white and it has formed into large enough crystals to for you to separate it from the black mass. This may take up to 10 distillations, or it could be much less. … If you have already distilled the urine 10 times and you don’t think you have enough of the white salt, then you can stop the distillations and just continue the calcinations, pouring distilled water on top of the mass instead of the distilled urine. When you see enough of the white salt has formed on top (which are the lightest of the particles), you need to extract them, … Remove the white salt and separate any impurities from it. Try not to touch it with your fingers, or it will sting them.

You should further distil the distilled urine another 1-3 times in the clean 500ml retort.

Congratulations! You now have the mercury (distilled urine) and sulphur (white salt) of the Sages.

This is just the first part. There are more steps outlined in the book.

The book goes into greater detail, but the process is elegantly simple. What’s really intriguing is that the main ingredient is urine!

The matter that exists within our bodies is full of human life-force energy. It only makes sense that some would leave the body with the urine. If the process outlined in The Book of Aquarius works, it would demonstrate that there is a technique for ‘growing’ life-force energy outside the body in a refined, purified way.

If the author’s process works, it would seem that there is a physical way to concentrate Chi (life-force energy). Or, at least, the idea of Chi may have a link to something a little more tangible.

I am totally excited to follow the work of the author to see if he reaches the final stages to prove the original assertions about the stone. Or, more importantly, see if it’s really a myth or a fact!

As I said above, get your book from Forgottenbooks as a free download. If that is not good enough, buy a copy from Amazon. After doing so, visit the forum and see how the author is progressing.

The idea of the Philosopher’s Stone has been around for centuries. I would truly be amazing to be able to witness the actual production of this substance during my lifetime. If it doesn’t take ten years, we may all still be around to see if the myth can be proven truthful.

Oh, there’s one last thing. It wasn’t long ago that I mentioned that I wondered if there was a way to capture Chi and concentrate it. Well, I get the feeling that this book is what came along as the answer. It could be that there are more than one ways to do it, but this one looks to be a pretty straight forward easy to follow sequence of steps. Yet, it still hasn’t been proven publically.

Good day!

Strawberry Melon Spinach Smoothie

Today’s a good day to post another smoothie recipe. This one is mainly Strawberries, but it carries a hint of honeydew melon. The melon is subtle, but noticeable. The spinach, well, it just kind of blends in.

The thing that’s different about this smoothie than most others that I’ve posted is that this one is mainly one fruit – strawberries. I used a handful of fresh berries (what you see on the cutting board) and then finished it off with frozen berries.

Also, I’m using rejuvelac as one of the liquids. There is nothing like being able to create your own probiotic that actually has living yeast in it! If you haven’t made rejuvelac before, you’ll get an idea after viewing my previous post on it.


  • 1 cup homemade Honeydew melon juice
  • 1 cup rejuvelac
  • 16+ fresh strawberries (plus frozen ones to fill the blender)
  • Couple medjool dates to counter the tartness of the berries
  • ½ pound spinach

Place everything but the greens in the blender and get it spun up.

After just a few seconds, the mixture should be liquid enough to add the greens. When you and them, add a handful and press them in with the tapper. You’ll be surprised how the liquid fills in the space around the greens allowing you to shove in ½ pound without affecting the liquid level all that much.

When done, you’ll have a brown mess that looks somewhat like the following:

Notice that I’m using the larger craft for my Vita-mix and I’m using the whole thing. The result is two glasses to share and one quart for my breakfast. If I were to drink the full 64 oz’s, wow, that would be filling! Instead, I’ll drink just enough of the quart until I’m full (usually 2/3rds of it) and then I’ll have what’s left as the first course for lunch.

Smoothies are so easy, I can’t believe everyone doesn’t make them. It’s a great way to get more life-energy from greens into your diet.

If you haven’t made one, this is a great start!

Pineapple Orange Banana Lettuce Smoothie

There is something about this combination that I love. I’m not sure if it’s the simple fact that the lettuce is straight from the garden and harvested only minutes before hand, or if it’s something else. It could be the juices that I’ve added, of the fact that the banana is fully ripe and already partly creamy.

In any case, there is nothing bitter about this and you’ll find that it’s amazingly easy to drink!

I also find this combination a bit cooling, so if the day is warmer than normal, this combination might be what you’re looking for.


  • 1 inch ripe pineapple
  • 1 large orange (remove the seeds)
  • 1 ripe banana
  • ¾ cup your favorite probiotic juice
  • ¾ cup Orange Peach Mango juice
  • 2 pitted dates
  • 1 large bowl fresh picked garden lettuce

Peal the orange, banana and pineapple before placing in high speed blender. Add the juice and dates. Blend to break everything down.

Next, cram in the lettuce. You’ll be surprised how much will actually fit! Blend until smooth. It might take a minute or so on high speed.

Breakfast and lunch! All at one time I’ve put together what should keep me going for the better part of the day.

I’m not sure how I could change this one to make it better, but who knows, tomorrow I will probably find myself combining similar ingredients but with slight variations. Hopefully, I’ll find the next one as enjoyable as this one!