Saturday, November 26, 2016

Bellowing dog at the dog park

DIXIE GETS ALONG WITH PEOPLE, NOT DOGS.
I have to admit that I haven't enjoyed going to the dog park lately. We went yesterday, and Dixie bellowed at seven dogs (by my count; it could have been more).

She lit into a rottweiler named Chaos (I assume they don't spell it Kaos, like the evil organization on "Get Smart"). The funny thing was that Chaos followed her around, and his owner would chase him down to get him away from her.

At one point, Dixie was bellowing, and I turned and a big brown dog had her pinned to the ground. He wasn't hurting her, just dominating her. His owner quickly got him off her, and we had peace for a few minutes.

Dixie bellows at nearly every dog that approaches her, so she's not enjoying the company of other dogs. Our late dog Lady enjoyed both dogs and people; Dixie likes to be around people. There was a woman there yesterday who recognized me, and she remembered Lady. She complimented Dixie's looks, and she rubbed Dixie over and over. Dixie ate it up.

The best thing was that there were no other dogs around, and she was quiet.

We won't go to the dog park on the weekend; too many dogs. We might go Monday afternoon when there are fewer people ... and dogs.
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Tuesday, November 15, 2016

The bouncing boxer

I JUST FOUND an adorable Christmas ad about Buster the Boxer and a child who got an outdoor trampoline for Christmas.

A bunch of animals, including two foxes and a badger, use the trampoline in the night. Then when the little girl gets up to see her gift, she sees Buster bouncing on it.

The interesting thing is that I've seen something like that once before; it just didn't feature a trampoline.

Our once-a-week maid was walking down the driveway with me when our mutt Buddy started jumping up and down in the backyard. The rail of our deck is about five and a half feet above the deck itself, and Buddy jumped so high that you could see the base of his tail.

So the commercial brought back a memory; for a few seconds, Buddy didn't need a trampoline.
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(a book of great stories about the Intimidator)
(the book of great NASCAR stories)