Welcome to my site!

Hey, It's Silverstar speaking. I'm a silver wolf, a tomboy, and I wanted to teach you a little about my dogs on this site. Don't worry, I won't bore you to death. I also have stories and music videos and pictures, and a few facts about my tomboy friend, Cody the black wolf. We create sites, sometimes with the help of each other. I have a links page, and if you like this site, it'll take you to the rest of mine and all of hers! Well, enough garbage. I'll be your host as you venture round the site. I'm fixing it right now - I got WAY off subject about one of my different sites. I have no idea how you got here, but I'm glad. Have fun!
(By the way, you can join this site and be added around like Cody. Just go to the Join Me page.)

Howl with the wild and...

Follow Abby's words. Never let the wild be gone! (or her genes)

 

 

 

 

Bert and Abby

Bert is a black labrador. You see, Bert was my dog, before he died of cancer on his paw. It broke through the skin because it grew too big, and my my family wanted to put him to sleep so he wouldn't have to go through any more pain. He was 13 when he died, a pretty amzing age for a dog! And when I say that, I mean 13 in human years!

But Abby, she is a golden retriever, belonging to my friend Cody (No, that's not her real name, same with me). She is very young, around the age of 6, and boy is she pretty. Yep, and she is still alive.

Now, my friend and I love to write books. We actually soon got a great idea, and we told each other about it. We would type our own Bert and Abby books! And once we were done with our first, we got so used to the idea that it never stopped, and we continuously wrote on. And we still do to this day, as you can see. We pretended that Bert and Abby were in love, a deep love. One unbreakable. Even though Abby was fixed, we pretended that the medicine would cut off, and the young couple would have puppies. But, all love stories have an enemy. only this one is real...

The dummie's name is Summer. Summer... just the name makes you twitch. He's the one who wants to steal Abby from Bert. And my friend and I have had just about enough of his evil plots. Why, we've even seen him nuzzling Abby in her front yard! Oh no, I wonder if there's a way to stop him.

Tank

Now you know about Bert and Abby, but you knew you would because their names are in the title. Well, you've already learned about one surprise guest, Summer, but wouldn't you think that there could be another? Well, there is, and his name is Tank. Tank is my puppy, and we got him after Bert died. You see, we were losing our minds, missing a furry neck to hug, and someone to say goodmorning and goodnight to that you never get mad at. And also, someone that you could turn to that always made you happier. Well, a few months after searching for a dog, a black labrador male to be precise, we found Tank. For a strange reason he stood out from all of the others. We tied a piece of grass gently around his tail so we would remember that he was the one while we turned to speak to the owner fo a second. But the mother nibbled it off, afraid he would get hurt. So we stuck a piece of tape on it, and she couldn't nibble through it. We bought him, and took him home. I remember closing the door, and Tank's mother rushed over and sat, staring sadly. But after the engine started, she was happily trotting away. My mother said, "She's probably saying 'one down, just a few more to go'!" You see, I'm a triplet of two other brothers the exact second old as me. Anyway, in the car we fought over what his name should be. We thought of Treb. because that was Bert spelled backwards. We had a tadition of Bert because my dad's middle name was GilBERT, and that's where Bert got his name. So we were wondering if we should keep it. We also suggested Blue, because he looked sad. But I didn't like those. My dad shouted, "Tank!" He mentioned that he had told my brother, "Grab that TANK over there." And soon, we agreed a final descion.