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Brian Patrick Cork is living the Authentic Life

Happy Birthday (insert name here)


The big day has arrived!

I am still considering the perfect name for my pal and Captain /1 (I have, however, already acquired a (big black and bad-ass) truck (Ford F-150) in which he can ride in both safety and comfort).

The poll included in the above referenced post would indicate early favorites for his name would be such diverse options as Mr. Tinkles (…sigh…) and Ranger. However, I rather fancy Jack or Roy – as in “Rob Roy” (although I am skeptical he will embark on a career as a Highland Rogue, even though I could relate to Rob Roy in his later years).

In any event, his Birthday picture can be viewed and admired below. My little friend is the third from the left. Noteworthy, if only for the moment, by his imperfect ridge, that will curtail any efforts to either show or breed him (and, endears him all the more to myself)

Note: Other than the liberal use of the alphabet and English language, this material is original. However, the photograph below (three males and three females) was taken by CeCe’s “Mommy” Kelly.

Brian Patrick Cork


1/ That might certainly be a name option in itself.


Leap of Faith?


So… My recent Blog entry around Sammy generated a tremendous amount of activity. Interestingly, many of the Christians in my wide assortment of friends, brothers and sisters some how got focused on my reference to another Blog entry Dogs In Heaven.

Apparently I am not “getting it”.

Most of you know (evidently about two thousand of you read this blog) that I believe it takes more courage to conduct your life “like Christ” not knowing if you ascend, as opposed to knowing you are heaven bound simply by stating Christ is your savior. Obviously it would be easy, if not simple, if we could all be issued a burning bush (I understand it’s a tad more complicated than this – just work with me here).

There is something much bigger that drives us all. To me God is greatly evident. There has never been any doubt. However, there is a difference in terms of integrity when it comes to taking a leap of faith, and not being a hypocrite.

Isn’t the process of seeking that brings us closer to the truth? Can’t this be one reason why God gave us discernment and free will?

I have a lot of faith. But, I ask each day for a beacon (this can be a bush, friend, event, etc) and, to be a beacon.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

Sammy: The best argument I ever knew for Dogs in Heaven


I had Sammy put to sleep this morning.

She had been in our lives for sixteen terrific years.

FACT: Joanne and I “rescued” Sammy from a young stockbroker that worked for me in Los Angeles.

As I stroked Sammy’s head saying goodbye, I kept repeating, “go night night”, like I would almost every night most of her life. I knew this was soothing for her. And, I added, “Go find Maxx“. Just so you know, Maxx was our other Labrador that was with us for thirteen years /1.

Perhaps my favorite memory of Sammy (and, this happens to include Maxx as well) is a particular run the three of us took on a late winter morning on top of a bluff near our home in Louisville, CO.

NOTE: We ran a lot together. But, this effort was after a big snowstorm that people around Boulder still talk about.

The day broke crisp and clear with cobalt blue skies completely devoid of clouds. It was still and quiet and magical. There was barely a breeze. In Colorado, days like this feel warm even though it’s probably only 25 degrees.

I lifted Sammy and Maxx into the back of Joanne’s Pathfinder, and blazed a trail through the pleasant upscale streets of Louisville and fender high snow all the way up to the bluff where I had most of my favorite daily four-to-five mile runs. As soon as we were in the parking lot adjacent to the plateau that has a spectacular view of the Flatirons, the Labs were barking furiously and roughing one another up in excitement – ready to go. I threw open the rear hatch with a hearty “Hup ‘n out Tigers!” – and laughed as they hurled themselves into the deep virgin snow, bounding around the settling SUV with delirious enthusiasm.

I think the dogs always loved running with me almost as much as I savored those times with them.

The entire bluff was covered in an unblemished blanket of blindingly white/blue snow just begging for us to pile through it. In that parking lot the snow was easily up to my knees. But, just beyond in the fields, it climbed up around my thighs.

I scanned the horizon and noted with grim satisfaction that no mortal being was in sight. So, With Maxx leading the way we took off; me high stepping and loping with Sammy right at my side, hopping and bounding, all the while reproachfully barking at Maxx. The air was crisp and sweet; the sun was bright; and, nothing but high adventure lay ahead. At that moment, the three of us were in workout mode and running heaven.

We ran non-stop around the bluff for over three hours. I am guessing we covered more than twelve exhausting miles in endless circles and double-backs. The steady huff of my breathing was drowned out in my ears by the pounding of my heart, my own laughter, and the barking of Sammy when Maxx or me strayed too far (she had to investigate a great many things). We chased one another. I tackled them and threw snowballs for them to catch in their mouths. They would, in turn, charge me, and barrel around my legs.

I remember one hilarious moment when Sammy was hopping like a bunny through the drifts, and then, without warning, completely disappeared in a puff of powder. I dove in after her and pushed her through. She rounded on me to lick my face. We sat there for a moment face-to-face almost chest deep in snow considering one another. The fur around her eyes, nose and jaw-line were covered with ice. Sammy dropped down in her “stalking” stance and began “boofing” as Maxx caught up to us. They both sort of lounged into the snow panting to catch their breath and watching me. We all knew that who ever made the next move was going to get chased! I looked to the east towards the parking lot… The Pathfinder was a long snow covered mile and a half away. I quickly bent down and heaved a pile of snow at Sammy, rolled to my feet, and then took off as hard as I could in the general direction of the parking lot with my buddies in hot pursuit.

We ended that adventure sitting in the back of the Pathfinder gazing out at the Boulder Flatirons. I was satisfied and achy from a good workout. I had my arm around Maxx as he leaned into on my right side. I remember Sammy sitting to my left, occasionally licking my ear as she scanned the field for prairies dogs. A breeze picked up and ruffled her fur. She lifted her nose to check for interesting scents… I knew Joanne was at home, waiting for us, and making her famous beef stew. Life was just so perfect.

That evening Sammy and Maxx slept at Joanne’s feet, occasionally twitching through dreams of chasing rabbits (and me) by a fire in our great room, as I told Joanne about the day with my head in her lap.

As she stroked my brow, I told her it was one of the funnest days I ever had.

So long, Sammy. You are a “good girl”. Now, go find Maxx.


I sure hope it snows in Heaven some times.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork
1/ This is, of course, a testament to Joanne. She is a fountain of love – and, everyone thrives being around her. I also reference Maxx, and discuss Heaven in an earlier Blog entry “Dogs and Heaven”.

Dogs In Heaven


I am told that Dog’s don’t (or won’t) see Heaven. However, they see every thing in/ as black and white.

With dogs is pretty simple: If you pet and feed them, they love you and will die for you. If you kick them, they can tear out your throat.

But, people don’t easily see things in “black and white”. We need to make every thing we can as complicated as possible. We even use psychological rationalizing terms like “co-dependency” to explain and justify situations whereby if you beat your girl friend, she loves you harder.

Okay… So, do Dogs (pets in general) go to Heaven?

This question probably enters the mind of every pet owner, especially when they lose a beloved pet companion. We have pets that have personalities and feelings, and can think and reason. It seems as though whatever it is that makes each pet unique (a soul) is like that which makes each human unique. Therefore, we wonder if pets (or any other animals) go to heaven.

Before going on, it is most important to state that if pets do go to heaven, their owners will also have to go to heaven to see them. The Bible makes it clear that the majority of people will not go to heaven—see Matthew chapter 7, verses 13 and 14 (Mat 7:13,14) for one example. Therefore, it is critical that we remind everyone that they need to get right with God themselves or their chances of seeing a departed pet again are zero.

There are numerous examples of animals associated with heaven (including 2 Kings 2:11, Revelation 5:13 and 19:11-14) or the “new creation” (Isaiah 65:17-25). Still, the question is: “were these animals new creations or do these animals include reborn earthly creatures?” Let’s look at the facts.

Both mankind and animals are formed from the ground (Genesis 2:7, 19). This reveals that the physical bodies of both are similar, but it does not tell us about their immortality.

God’s covenant with Noah included both people and animals (Genesis 9:9-11). However, that covenant was not one of eternal life, but that He would not again destroy the earth with a flood.

The fourth commandment as recorded in Deuteronomy 5:12-15 includes a Sabbath rest for animals as well as people. Again, it reveals some equality between people and animals, but makes no statement regarding animals going to heaven.

God takes care of both men and animals (see Matthew 6:26 and Psalm 104—verses 14 and 27-30 in particular). Although death is mentioned in Psalm 104:29, we learn nothing regarding an afterlife.

At some future time, Christ (a Rod from the stem of Jesse) will bring about a time of peace where all animals and man will be in harmony (Isaiah 11:1-9). Still, the description is not necessarily of heaven, and these animals are not necessarily reborn animals.

Notice the recurring theme, although animals are our “equals” in some ways, none of these passages tells us anything about whether an animal has eternal life.

Some writers claim that “all things” in passages like Acts 3:19-21, Philippians 3:20,21, Hebrews 2:8, and Revelation 21:5 include animals. The passage in Romans 8:18-25 certainly does include animals as part of “the creation.” Still, none of these passages reveals that the animals and plants included in “the creation” are reborn rather than newly created.

Ephesians 1:3-14 is a passage that speaks of redemption through Christ’s sacrifice. (Redemption concerns setting someone or something free that belonged to another.) Specifically, verse 10 states “that in the dispensation of the fullness of the times He might gather together in one all things in Christ, both which are in heaven and which are on earth—in Him.” Here, “all things” is universal—spiritual and material. That is, this passage is speaking about bringing everything back to a perfect “Genesis chapter 1” condition. Again, this does not directly comment on the eternal life of animals.

It seems more reasonable and logical to me that Heaven includes having a great dog at your side. Few of my friends are willing to chase balls into a lake for me. And, I had Black Labs named Maxx and Sammy that I believe belongs in Heaven more than some people I have met.

Peace to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

What’s All This About?

"What am I looking at?", you might wonder.

Lots of stuff.

Meanwhile, here, I discuss events, people and things in our world - and, my (hardly simplistic, albeit inarticulate) views around them.

You'll also learn things about, well, things, like people you need to know about, and information about companies you can't find anywhere else.

So, while I harangue the public in my not so gentle way, you will discover that I am fascinated by all things arcane, curious about those whom appear religious, love music, dabble in politics, loathe the media, value education, still think I am an athlete, and might offer a recipe.

All the while, striving mightily, and daily, to remain a prudent and optimistic gentleman - and, authentic.

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