This last weekend we went home. I am so excited when I start getting close because I know what is going to happen. At least I thought I did. Once the car comes to a stop in the driveway I impatiently wait for the car door to open so I can get out and RUN!.... but I got out and what did I see. A red lab that looked like my sidekick Bo, except this one was SKINNY!!
Right off the bat he is smelling me up and down which I do not like. I kept turning around to look at him and he kept right on trying to smell me. Now I know this is how we dogs check each other out but really, I prefer to do the smelling and this guy just did not seem to get it. Of course my Mom was moaning about how thin he was and I admit this dog was thin. No mistaking it, he had not seen a real meal in a while. Evidently my other person had already felt sorry for him and was feeding him. You know what that means in the dog world. "I ain't goin nowhere." Man will they ever learn. You feed a dog and they stay and stay and stay.
Now my mom is giving him baths, removing ticks (did I tell you he was gross??), cleaning ears and talking about taking pictures to find him a home. Did I ever see a camera the whole weekend??? No... but I will give her a break. They thought they may have found his owners. But the people came by and he wasn't their dog.
So, if anyone has lost a pitiful, skinny red lab we have one you can have. And they call ME psycho?
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Get On the Couch
The other day my mom was talking to another dog person. They were discussing their past dogs of which I really had little interest in. But then, something was said that certainly caught MY attention.
My mom was talking about her boxers. Boxers???? First let me get this straight. That in itself caught me totally off guard. Who would want a Boxer? Obviously Mom did because she was praising them to the heavens. She also confirmed what I already knew. They are high strung, they will greet anyone, be it family, friend or foe (not me, I am on guard no matter who you are). Mom went on to explain that she was new to training dogs at that time so she would just tell Buster & Babe (how quaint) to "Get on the Couch" when someone came into the house in order to keep them off of the visitors.
"GET ON THE COUCH" I thought. What do you mean get on the couch. No one, I mean no one, has ever told me to get on a couch. GET OFF THE COUCH is more like it. Freckles, get off the couch, get off the bed, get off me. Never had I nor do I expect to ever hear, "Freakles, get on the couch" or anything remotely close to it for that matter. So once again I ponder the human race and its inconsistency as only a dog can do. And they call ME Psycho.
My mom was talking about her boxers. Boxers???? First let me get this straight. That in itself caught me totally off guard. Who would want a Boxer? Obviously Mom did because she was praising them to the heavens. She also confirmed what I already knew. They are high strung, they will greet anyone, be it family, friend or foe (not me, I am on guard no matter who you are). Mom went on to explain that she was new to training dogs at that time so she would just tell Buster & Babe (how quaint) to "Get on the Couch" when someone came into the house in order to keep them off of the visitors.
"GET ON THE COUCH" I thought. What do you mean get on the couch. No one, I mean no one, has ever told me to get on a couch. GET OFF THE COUCH is more like it. Freckles, get off the couch, get off the bed, get off me. Never had I nor do I expect to ever hear, "Freakles, get on the couch" or anything remotely close to it for that matter. So once again I ponder the human race and its inconsistency as only a dog can do. And they call ME Psycho.
Friday, October 17, 2008
I'm a Border Collie!
Yesterday while my mom was walking me this dude looked at me and said, "He looks just like my dog." (I will totally ignore the reference to "he" as I love what he said after that.) "Really" my mom responded... Go figure is what I thought"... I am a mix, I look like everybody. Do you have any idea how many other dogs I look like (or so I am told on many of my walks)? But, then came the magic words. "Yes, he (I will ignore that) is a tricolored." Hmmmm, what is that I thought.? What ever it is, it doesn't sound mixed!!!
So you ask, what is wrong with being mixed? Most of America is mixed and I am certainly American... Red, white and blue that's me! Right down to the core of my dog bones. But as a dog, you have to understand. There is something about humans (not all thank goodness). They have this undeniable regard for pure breed dogs. In the dog park when asked "What kind is he?" (there it is again, always referenced as a he) the owners will proudly state their dogs breed. For the life of me I don't understand that attitude, but it exist. I know what it is like to not be a "pure breed." Or at least, I use to.
Now I am a tricolored border collie! Never mind that mom has looked on the Internet at pictures and feels she doesn't quite see any tricolored border collies that looks like me. Well there was one, but she was all wet and a sad sight. I won't claim that. I claim to be a tricolored border collie and per this dude, we only come along every 3-4 liters and cost more. I would have cost MORE! Never mind I was a rescue from a juke joint... If he had asked for money, PawPaw would have had to pay more for me. And they call ME Psycho!
So you ask, what is wrong with being mixed? Most of America is mixed and I am certainly American... Red, white and blue that's me! Right down to the core of my dog bones. But as a dog, you have to understand. There is something about humans (not all thank goodness). They have this undeniable regard for pure breed dogs. In the dog park when asked "What kind is he?" (there it is again, always referenced as a he) the owners will proudly state their dogs breed. For the life of me I don't understand that attitude, but it exist. I know what it is like to not be a "pure breed." Or at least, I use to.
Now I am a tricolored border collie! Never mind that mom has looked on the Internet at pictures and feels she doesn't quite see any tricolored border collies that looks like me. Well there was one, but she was all wet and a sad sight. I won't claim that. I claim to be a tricolored border collie and per this dude, we only come along every 3-4 liters and cost more. I would have cost MORE! Never mind I was a rescue from a juke joint... If he had asked for money, PawPaw would have had to pay more for me. And they call ME Psycho!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Country Dog
I went to my new home this weekend. It is 35 acres and I run anywhere I want (though temporarily as I see they are putting up a fence). There are 3 ponds and the neighbor's have ponds also. This means there are plenty of opportunities to get wet. I take advantage of everyone of them which brings me to my point.
There are at least 6 ponds within 3 minutes (dog running minutes mind you) of our house. They (my people) leave the doors open and thus there is nothing to stop me (or my sidekicks Jack, Bo and Chelsey) from coming in the house. Of course I have visited at least 2 ponds before I hear my person desperately calling my name and saying "COME NOW" in that voice which no one, dogs, children or adults likes to hear. I then hear the words "Freckles TREAT" That catches my attention. So after making her call a bit I come (sorry, I get just a bit of pleasure from this).
Once I am visualized they are appeased and go back into the house. Well, of course, so do I. Right?? She called me, insisted I come NOW. But when I come in the house I suddenly hear... Freckles, you are all wet!!! Get out of the house now!! Go outside, get out of here! ?????
Wasn't that where I was, OUTSIDE. And they call ME Psycho???
There are at least 6 ponds within 3 minutes (dog running minutes mind you) of our house. They (my people) leave the doors open and thus there is nothing to stop me (or my sidekicks Jack, Bo and Chelsey) from coming in the house. Of course I have visited at least 2 ponds before I hear my person desperately calling my name and saying "COME NOW" in that voice which no one, dogs, children or adults likes to hear. I then hear the words "Freckles TREAT" That catches my attention. So after making her call a bit I come (sorry, I get just a bit of pleasure from this).
Once I am visualized they are appeased and go back into the house. Well, of course, so do I. Right?? She called me, insisted I come NOW. But when I come in the house I suddenly hear... Freckles, you are all wet!!! Get out of the house now!! Go outside, get out of here! ?????
Wasn't that where I was, OUTSIDE. And they call ME Psycho???
Monday, October 6, 2008
Out of the Crate
I am not in the crate today. I have been granted a reprive from it. I believe I am in it due to my lack of desire to be housebroken.
For some strange reason it makes people mad when you pee in certain places. You can pee in some places and they are all pleased. They act completely "normal" (what's normal?). Then you pee in the house. Man, that changes the story. They yell, take my nose and push into the carpet (smells good to me!!!) . Then they demand I go into my crate. Think I would make the connection but I really haven't. When I need to pee, well, I pee. Just like they do. Do they have to wait around for hours hoping someone will come through the door and let them GO PEE. No, they just pee. Well, so do I.
But today, for no reason that I am aware of, they did not put me in there when they left for work.... so now, if I pee, they will yell at me and then throw me in the crate, where if they had put me in the crate when they left for work... well I would have not peed and everyone would be all happy when they got home. And they call ME Psycho.
For some strange reason it makes people mad when you pee in certain places. You can pee in some places and they are all pleased. They act completely "normal" (what's normal?). Then you pee in the house. Man, that changes the story. They yell, take my nose and push into the carpet (smells good to me!!!) . Then they demand I go into my crate. Think I would make the connection but I really haven't. When I need to pee, well, I pee. Just like they do. Do they have to wait around for hours hoping someone will come through the door and let them GO PEE. No, they just pee. Well, so do I.
But today, for no reason that I am aware of, they did not put me in there when they left for work.... so now, if I pee, they will yell at me and then throw me in the crate, where if they had put me in the crate when they left for work... well I would have not peed and everyone would be all happy when they got home. And they call ME Psycho.
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