Dog now has a mullet. In the past her summer crewcut was short enough to cause sunburn. Now to turn daughter loose with the purple hair-dye on that border collie white collar...
I'm adopting a black and tan variety.
And I thought "Black & Tan" coonhound.
Argentina, especially smaller towns, have what I describe as "Public Dogs".
These mutts free-roam and hang out at resturants and sidewalk cafe's a lot.
Surprisingly patient and rarely aggressive to people they live at the discretion of residents. Most are mangy, the successful have learned to look sad, hopeful, expectant, and pitiful at the same time.
Yes, there are private dogs too. Distinguishable by having collars.
Don't step in the plague!
Hmmm, no messages? The thread in Home & Hearth encouraged a post about my two dogs.
Bo is German
Shepard and Doberman, Oso (Bear) is German Shepard and Doggo. Doggo is a particulary nasty riot control machine used by the military during dictator days. Bo is 2 months older and much more agile. He bullied Oso for most of a year. Oso is about 40 lbs heavier and 7" taller now, the tables are turning.
Bo is extremely exitable, doberman, agile, doberman, intelligent, both, and faithful, Shepard. Oso is dumb, doggo, fearless, doggo, loving (to me alone) shepard, and always hungry. This week Oso began finding his own snacks, grasshoppers, while Bo was chasing butterflies.
Between wrestling matches that is. Last week I was on the front balcony having a cup of coca tea and toast when the two came by for touches and to say hi in their regular manner, wrestling, rolling and cannonballing anything in their path. I was in a whimpy plastic lawn chair with cup in one hand and toast in the other when they hit the back of the chair full-tilt-boogie.
The two rear legs collapsed. I went over backwards. Not just fell backwardds but was propelled by the resilient plastic as iff thrown. The cup landed about 30 feet in one direction, the toastquickly gobbled up, I landed on the back of my head and shoulders then was swarmed by 140 lbs of young adult male dogs.
In the evenings, when the mosquitos aren't too bad, I sit out on the balcony at sundown to watch the days end and bond with the dogs. Usually with a comb and brush I groom one refusing the other jealous dog the push the first aside and groom the other. by that time the first is again showing signs of jealousy and wanting to nibble on me or the second so I have to put one on each side with their own hand. They're like young calves wanting to suck on your fingers. Now that they've reached adulthood they don't draw blood every time they play iwth my hands, phew! But they do like to taste my fingers and nibble, sometimes I have to pull away when they get too rowdy and bite but never hard enough to draw bloofd with adult teeth.
Eventually they're both on their backs for belly and neck scratches, until something disturbs one and he jets out in search of something with the other in hot persuit. This morning they drove a pack of horses out who had wandered into the open front gate to munch on my 5 month old lawn.
All the cross fencing has been removed with one exception, a single hectare with the house to protect landscaping The rest is forest and paths which I'm slowly turning into a much taller forest with new treese for burros, bionic weed eaters.
Eventually I want geese for guards. the burros protect geese, the pair are symbiotic.
Oh, Bo is agile enough to snag pidgeons. I don't know how many he eats a day but find a mass of feathers regularly. Today I saw him take a flying leap over the balcony in full run and grab a pidgeon on the wing startled by his appearance. Amazing. The two rolled down the hilll with feathers flying and Oso in hot pursuit. They wrestled for the remains.
Sounds like dog heaven for you, Curly.
My preferred pets are cats, not dogs.
We have 3 now, the old man Sillyman (I did NOT name him that), Sasha the idiot with obsessive-compulsive eating of anything and everything, and Shurka the princess and queen of the house. She is also top of the totem pole in this house.
I thought that Sillyman, who is 12 years old now, had skin cancer but the vet thinks it's just a few cysts. Don't know for sure as I cannot afford the $200 lab test fee to biopsy them.
I guess if he lives, then he lives. If not, then we bury him in the yard and move on. At least I would still have 2 cats left.
I wish we could get down to 2 cats. That would be SO much more managable than the 8 we have. Why did I have to fall in love with the Crazy Cat Lady of the neighborhood? demmit.
and fort he record... I'm a DOG person.. not a cat person. One of the cats is almost cool enough to be a dog though. I tell him so too.
On a scale of 10 I like cats about 6.5 and dogs about 10.1.
Bought a 15kilo bag of pasta residue from the factory for $10 pesos, $3.25 USD, and get a kilo of meat scxraps, organs, and bones for about a quarter US. Makes a great stew for the dogs and really cheap.
Oso is always ready to eat. Every plastic bag being carried outside must have his noseprint, it migh contain chicken. Today I dropped some change, he ate one coin before I could intervene.
I hope that he passes it safely and that it does NOT cause serious problems.
A penny or dime (or whatever) might not be a problem.
Oso is a pretty big boy, 80lbs or so and the coin was 10 centavos, about a dime-sizxe. Should be no problem.
We have food wars every meal. All the neighbor dogs come to eat too so I have to guard the bowl while Bo and Oso eat to avoid bloodshed. Today I bought a slingshot to remedy this problem.
A shotgun with rock salt might work, too. :-)
On people, sure, but I like dogs a lot more than people.
<throws cape over left shoulder and bows deeply>