Well I have come back from the wedding and it was awesome. Didn't catch the guarder but that is okay. I caught it at my other cousins wedding lol.

On my way back here I had a vision, to become the strongest Fur of the Olympic Mountains. I have taken three years of Karate from my awesome Sensei and one of my best friends from Clarkston, WA and got up to Green belt. Though I am a tad rusty I will be getting back into it at the YMCA and working out more. I retrieved my lost companion that I left back in the valley and now we am whole once again. I shall train, meditate, and push myself to become the strongest Olympic fur in body and in mind. When I am ready, there is a peak in the Olympics known as "Warriors Peak." When I am ready I shall climb it, and at its peak I shall train and meditate there, hopefully I shall be enlightened. Above all else, with this accomplishment I shall earn the title as a "Warrior Fur." However long it takes or how hard the training will be I shall achieve this dream. I shall have a friend or family there to take a pic. NOT TO SHOW OFF. But live proof that I will hold to my word. This day and age people must see to believe, so I shall give them something to see. When that time comes I will reveal my true face.

Support from my fellow furs is always encouraging and greatly appreciated ^///^ I know that it is going to be HELL in reaching this dream. But I will do all I can to make them MY reality.

My dearest sister Scarlett passed away this morning and I just got the word. I memorial in her honor, she was so young and beautiful. When she was in her earliest teen she was found to be diagnosed with a rare case of cancer. The only known treatment was bone marrow transplant. They found a donor but her body rejected the transfer. Her body swelled and she was in such pain. In and out of a coma, so much medication, breathing tank, it was more than anyone of us could bare to see.

The doctors said she should have died months ago but by a miracle she survived. She was granted prolonged life for a short while, however it was filled with suffering. Perhaps it was to teach us all a valuable lesson of life, just as the story of Jesus whom suffered and died on the cross to teach us and die for our sins.

To all those who read this and feel the sorrow of such a young girl suffer and die, please say a prayer for her.

Rosewolf

For some time now my beliefs and faith has been tested by my own indulgence of the cycle that is life. Being philosophical is not as easy as one may think, nor as pleasant. To find the truth of the world can be quite scary, being granted acknowledgment and then regretting knowing this truth. Reality is a dangerous state of knowledge to get involved with, life itself is full of mysteries that we do not comprehend. And it is our nature to fear that which we can not understand or classify. I have had first hand experience with this, being blessed or cursed with knowledge through simple life lesson of finding friends, losing friends and loved ones alike. I have even been scared of hard facts of what lies ahead of me, my faith tested for what I shall find in the next life or how this one shall end.

But I have already taken my first step onto the path of knowledge and enlightenment and thus I must continue, whether I want to or not. I must return to my training and meditation, to seek truth. And to do this I must re-claim my companion I had left back in the valley I had lived in for the past 17 years. I must find and once again become re-united with him. He is a friend, a brother, a mentor, a sensei, a part of me that shall always be. I had only had him for about a year or so but I learned much through his companionship. This May I shall be re-united with him, and when that time comes we shall once again become whole. We shall start where we had left off and resume training, meditating, and seeking enlightenment. We shall journey the rest of our lives together without being parted until its is time for us to pass into the next life. And then our spirits will truly become one.

I shall make a journal of my progress with reaching enlightenment through my training and meditations, recording my thoughts and realizations so that my friends and loved ones may learn and understand my views on life. Hopefully it will help them to find their way in life.

"Dreams are not fantasies, they are merely goals that some struggle, some fight, and others die to make a reality."

-Daigo Rosewolf
2008

Hey everyone,

Well my cousin Scott is getting into the music business and seems to be doing good so far. He asked me to help him out by spreading the word so here is a link to his music page.

http://www.reverbnation.com/scottelkinsmusic

I respectfully ask that all of you respect his sight and his music. He is a nice guy (Though he is not a furry lol) and is family.

Thank you all for reading and hope you like his music ^^

Cheers,

Daigo Rosewolf

New Fur Club being made in Kitsap,

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/pac.....plz=1301467976

Found this online and thought I would share it with the furry world lol

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Death of Doughboy

It is with the saddest heart I pass on the following:

Please join me in remembering a great icon - the veteran Pillbury spokesman. The Pillsbury doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, The California Raisins, Betty Crocker, The Hostess Twinkies and Captain Crunch.

The gravesite was piled high with flours. As long-time friend, Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very "smart cookie," wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, he even still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions. Toward the end it was thought he would rise again, but alas, he was no tart.

Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children, John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about twenty minutes.

Hey guys, well seeing as I have a lot of time on my hand I am taking up a second language....LATIN ^^ I got one book and two audio CD's so I am making the flash cards and doing the studying. But that is never enough, so if any of you fur friends speak or know someone who does speak Latin please contact me and let me so I can better myself with learning this new language.

Lorem relata ^^

Rosewolf

On the 24th of February my beloved Boston Terrier Fritz passed away. I had received the call from my father that morning and have been in mourning since. Many of you may ask me how he died, I will only say he passed away peacefully and is now in a much better place. The following is a memorial to describe who Fritz was.

On my Thirteenth birthday my father gave me a dog collar, telling me that he would be buying me a puppy. Several months later my father told me we were going for a ride. Not knowing what exactly we were doing I got in without any question. We went up to the Lewiston Airport and waited at the baggage pick-up line. I was expecting a relative or friend to be coming and I was to carry the luggage. As I watched and waited for my dad to tell me what to grab a kennel appeared. My dad told me to grab that, I was curious, confused, and excited all at once.

Looking into the kennel, I saw what was and always will be the best looking Boston Terrier there ever was. He just a puppy then, had floppy ears, a curled tail, a pink nose with black spots. He shivered and was nervous and scared (As any puppy who had just been picked up by complete strangers after being taken away from his family and flown miles in the dark) He had his own little blanket and a few toys. One of which was a rubber duck that until just recently was the only toy he never shredded to pieces. He was so adorable, and I loved and still love him now and always will.

I named Fritz after my step dads Wiener dog (Or how ever you spell it) who ironically bit me in the ear but I still loved him. Everyone of my family that saw him instantly loved him too. Me and my father trained him at a local pet training place and he caught on very quick. He learned the basics and that is all I wanted, he was a companion not some dog to put on display. He developed his own trick that made everyone laugh, such as; after taking a bath he would go full throttle running around the house in a circle and sometimes go out his dog door to the back yard. Jumping up and down on the furniture, we believed he was trying to run fast enough to get the water off (Even though we dried him off really well). Most dogs don't like baths just out of spite but Fritz had a better reason. First bath I gave him I accidentally made the water too hot. I felt so bad and made sure not to make the same mistake twice.

He always was able to make me laugh even in the worst of times, one of his best tricks was when we set a orange peel on the floor with the outer skin up. The citrus smell was a bitter smell to him and he clawed at it, circled it, and grabbed it with his teeth and threw it up into the air. His mortal enemies were the broom, mop, and Vacuum, he would try to bite at the wheel of the vacuum trying to immobilize it. The broom he grabbed the bristles and try to tear them apart.

He never liked change, so when new furniture was moved into the house he would bark at it for hours making sure that the thing knew who was in charge. On his first walk he met his first fire Hydrant and instead of marking it he went nuts barking at that too. I laughed hysterically at the scene my dog was making. Fritz was use to only three or so people (Depending on the house) so when more than the usually people entered he would lose his mind for the first few minutes.

He had he routine of cuddling and what not so when things were not in order he would make sure you knew by laying on the floor in front of you with his back turned on you and pretending not to listen (in other words giving you the cold shoulder). When he did something wrong and knew it he would give you the puppy dog eyes and try snuggling to be cute and get himself out of it.

All in all he was a very smart dog, with a surprising vocabulary. He knew the meaning of the words: Bath, Vet, biscuit, walk, and various names of people and his dog friends. He was somewhat spoiled as he had his very own chair in the living room. He managed to go threw over seven pairs of jeans, socks, and several chew toys in his life. He was very obedient and knew the boundaries of the yard. He enjoyed going for family road trips as much as I did. When someone very close was gone longer than he thought they should be he would go to the front window and keep his eye sharp looking for them.

Fritz's biggest achievement for being intelligent is recently before passing away is figuring out how to operate a heating blanket. My dads girlfriend Auna had one of those and always kept it plugged in and laying flat on the couch. Well Fritz might have been color blind as all dogs but he was able to claw at the remote until he saw the light flick on, then he would lay his tummy down on the blanket. It puzzled my dads gf cause she knew she always turned it off, until she finally caught him in the act. When I heard about this I laughed at how shocked she must have been. Of all Fritz's amazing stunts THAT took the cake.

He also had his moments of stupidity but it was hilarious to me even more. The first dog show he watched he saw the dogs go back stage and ran into the front room expecting to find them. He would sometimes just bark at the wind thinking it was someone or something. Also, one time up at my dads girlfriends house, Fritz was up there visiting, Auna's mother had put a tub of butter on the table for a meal. She left for a moment and then when she came back there was Fritz standing on the table licking happily away at the tub. She yelled at him a little trying to make him stop and get down but Fritz only licked faster trying to get as much as he could.

All in all, Fritz was a intelligent, loving, healthy, beautiful dog that loved and was loved by so many. My greatest regret, as I believe is that of any animal owner, is that I did not spend as much time with him or take better care of him as I should have. The thing that burdens my heart even more is that I was not there for him when he passed away. I missed my chance to say goodbye to my loving dog, and I will carry that pain with my for the rest of my life. God forgive me and embrace Fritz with open arms into your kingdom and please be sure to have him well cared for by your angels.

Hey guys Scarlitts' taking in commissions for free artwork and is wanting to spread the word, follow this link for more details.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2096948/

My page view is now at 2001, I dedicate this Journal to all the innocent victims of the 9/11 attack of the world trade center.

My their souls rest in peace.

LOL my page view finally reached my Birthday ^^ 1989. How Ironic that it comes so close to my birhtday Feb. 27 YAYS ^^

The lush green woods and parks, the beautiful bay with waves crashing against rocks, the sound of gulls cawing, and thunder clapping. The feel of rain falling on me, the breeze blowing against me. The Exotic Olympic Mountains in the distance, their peaks hidden with white clouds. It has been sixteen years since I was taken Kitsap county, but now I have returned, and am alive now more than ever.

Few Furries reside in my area, but I care not, for I can call this place MY home, MY sanctuary. I am Daigo Rosewolf of the Olympic Mountains, an Olympic wolf. This is my home and it will never be taken away from me, or I from it. The only other places in the world I would call home are either Australia or New Zealand. Only their mountains, forests, and coastal beaches can measure the beauty of my birthplace.

Now I have returned home....I am here.....I am alive.

So I was listening to the radio the other day and heard a new commercial about a card for some flying mileage or something like that and in the commercial it had a husband trying to find a way to travel better because they wanted more mileage when he tried getting another ticket or something from them.

And they had him appear like an idiot getting a get pack or something for himself and a horse for the wife. The wife is the one who tries explaining a better way to get flying mileage, but the husband doesn't listen.

Then it occurred to me that most commercials and ads have the male an idiot and the female smart and educated.

Look I know we guys have our moments but we are not THAT stupid. Plus women have their moments too. No offense ladies. I just think this is stupid that men are not given enough credit. Come on people be a little bit more logical.

"The greatest reward to a good person is the reward that is not given in return for the persons good deeds."

-Rosewolf

Ok guys I got REALLY fucking high and was watching youtube video and found two versions of Cotton eyed Joe LMFAO funny ;p

Here they are:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddgyg_5FF_0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEMVwZRJ-UQ

Alright guys due to recent events I am having to make some changes on my story commission (With some exceptions to certain friends)

Here are the prices for story, poetry, and prose commissions.

Poetry/prose= $1 per page

Stories= $2 per page


Hope this will seem like a good deal to some of you at least.

There exists no leash for the Rosewolf, no collar or restraints to symbolize control. I wear only the Hei Matau, showing strength and freedom. I live without a care, I come and go as I please. No one controls me or holds me down.

Collars and leashes, those symbolize restraint and submission. I am a wolf, and a true wolf is not controlled or caged by others. My spirit that has for so long remained in the shadows has finally began to awaken.

From the ashes, VICTORY!!

I have endured things no one should and I have risen. From the grave I have been reborn.

I am Daigo Rosewolf, child of Canis and one of the many wolf guardians of the sacred forest. I am a cascade wolf, born at the very roots of the very Cascade Mountains, a Pacific Wolf.

After fifteen years of being condemned to a home that was not my own I have come to Arizona. I can feel the flame of my spirit being rekindled.

Soon the wolf I once was shall come forth once more, and when that time comes I shall return to my true home at the Cascades, the beautiful mountain range that my soul cries out for. But I shall not forget Arizona or my furry brethren who helped me in re-capturing my soul that was ever gradually fading away.

I give my thanks to all AZ furs that have helped me, I thank you for patience and your help. I am forever in the debt of all of you.

Especially my brothers....Faine and Jared. My undying gratitude to you both. Had it not been for you two I would no doubt not be here today.

Well I am making a Zodiac calendar for the furries. The following is the order of which furry goes to what month:


Felis- January

Canis-February

Marsupial-March

Equus-April

Avian -May

Primate-June

Reptile -July

Rodent - August

Ursus - September

Chimera -October

Minotaur - November

Centaur - December

I will put quotes and prose to each of them later. This is just a lil project I am doing for fun. Any artists or furs with pics they would like to donate their fursona to represent the month (your furry must match what the furry of the month) feel free. I already have a Fursona I am gonna use for February. No profits will be made from this and fursona's will not be used for anything else.

"Remember remember the fifth of November. The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason, why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot."

-V for Vendetta

"Dreams are not fantasies, they are merely goals that some struggle, some fight, and other die to make a reality."

-Daigo Rosewolf 2008

Well I don't have much money for artwork atm and saving up for an expensive piece from Azelyn. SOOOO...here is my proposal, I am willing to do stories and poetry in exchange for artwork. It can be based on a pic you have, something you wanna give to a friend or lover, what ever the motive I am willing to do. Or if you aren't a very good artist and wanna me to do a poetry for 5 to 10 dollars I am willing to make that deal too.

I just need details on what the story is about; settings, emotions, all that jazz.

Hope that this deal sounds reasonable to some of you.

Rosewolf

So I had this crazy dream,

It was the end of the world and everyone was lined up to go to heaven or hell. At the stairway to heaven was a Catholic Priest and the stairway to hell a Demon. Their was a driveway to the side of the stairs to hell. We all had letters saying where we were going and for what reasons. Along with my letter I have a brief case with all the money in the world and a contract. My letter said that I was going to heaven after I served 30 years in Hell because I had agreed to atone for another persons sins on their behalf (Not sure who it was though) Off to the side of the line there was a Convenient store and a U haul for rent.

I take a deep sigh and go into the store, I buy a lifetime supply of Weed, cigarettes, and cigars. I load them into the U haul and rent that out. I drive it to the road going down to hell. All of a sudden the Priest stops me and frantically starts questioning me.

"God have mercy son what has possessed you???!!! Do you not know how terrible smoking is???!!!!"

I looked at him in astonishment and shook my head. "Father I am spending the next thirty years in hell inhaling and enduring GOD knows what. I very much doubt smoking is gonna be my biggest problem."

Some of you may not get this, this is not a religious thing it is just a joke. One I am sure someone else has also said before but.... *Shrugs*

Another way that you love your enemy is this:

When the opportunity presents itself for you to defeat your enemy,
that is the time which you must not do it.
There will come a time, in many instances,
when the person who hates you most,
the person who has misused you most,
the person who has gossiped about you most,
the person who has spread false rumors about you most,
there will come a time when
you will have an opportunity to defeat that person.
It might be in terms of a recommendation for a job;
it might be in terms of helping that person
to make some move in life.
That's the time you must do it.
That is the meaning of love.

In the final analysis,
love is not this sentimental something that we talk about.
It's not merely an emotional something.
Love is creative, understanding goodwill for all men.
It is the refusal to defeat any individual.
When you rise to the level of love, of its great beauty and power,
you seek only to defeat evil systems.
Individuals who happen to be caught up in that system, you love,
but you seek to defeat the system.

-loving your enemies - martin luther king jr. - 1957

Funny how love works, some people love those who are too young to understand or is even ready for love. But love is a strange thing and works in funny ways, those who are truly in love have patience. When everyone around you mocks and tries to take away your love for another, that is when the test of endurance is put in play.

Pyro, when others try to break my love for you I look at them and laugh on the inside at their audacity and stupidity. Their attempts are in vain and only fuel my fire for you. No one will take away my heart for it is yours now and shall remain so until you say otherwise.

So let the world around us mock and question us, they are fools who no nothing about true love. When love is strong enough it will find a way.

My beloved Pyro, you are the lightening to my thunder, the wind to my storm, the ocean to my Hurricane. Without your love I would be driven made by those around me. You calm my hateful storm to a gentle sea breeze. When I feel hated by all others around me, your love is all I need to know that I am still wanted.

Lately I feel that some of those around, especially those close, would love to see me in an early grave. But your voice helps me to endure their petty injustice claims.

Let them hate, let them soil themselves in their pitiful state of grief. When I hear you say you love me all that pointless nonsense are just twigs on the path.

Pyro my love, you are all I need to survive, even when I feel I cashed in one misery for another you are their with the keys to my chains of oppression.

My only hope is that you will never forsaken me. I wait anxiously for the day that you and I will be in each others arms.

There have been those amongst us who seek to right the wrong, who try to make the world a lil more bright, and hope to inspire others to do the same.

But sadly most of these people are not even noticed less remembered. But fear not, for even if mankind does not appreciate these individuals' efforts we are still remembered by those watching over us. However, we must not seek fame or fortune from our efforts, the only thing we can hope for is respect for what we do.

To do the right thing for attention does not make it a good thing, do what is right for no reward, no praise. And if you know someone who is putting out effort to do something good, show them proper respect for their intentions, even if the deed did not turn out so well.

It is the thought and intentions behind the act that count, not the action itself.