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Wednesday, February 19, 2025

A LOOK BACK at LADY


I decided to do a list of posts about my dog Lady, who passed on Sept. 17, 2016. I didn't find ALL of the posts I wrote about her, but this is a representative list.


By the way, the photo above was taken while we were walking at a local cemetery. Lady was rolling on her back, and she flipped over before I could get the shot.


I took WICKED LADY (below) at nearby Covington Park using a polarizing lens. I called her name and snapped the photo.


The shot at the bottom was taken in a neighbor's yard.


A LOOK BACK at LADY


A SPECIAL DOG named Lady (remembering my sweet girl)


A HAPPY MEMORY of Lady


My dog’s PRETTIER than YOUR DOG


A QUIET CHRISTMAS without Lady


WORRYING ABOUT LADY'S TAIL

LADY’S THE ONE WITH THE FLUFFY TAIL

CAMERA SHY; Lady was always afraid of the camera

A DOG HIDING IN MY ROOM


LICKED on the BIG-DOG SIDE (a memory of my sweet girl Lady)


We MADE it to the dog park, BARELY (a quick story from 2012)


ON THE RUN, with the collies in pursuit (a memory of Lady)


EXCITED LADY at the gas pumps; a memory of my sweet girl


LADY ON THE RUN at the dog park (a memory of my sweet girl)


A DANCING LADY, ready to go for a walk #canine


My hood caused Lady's DOUBLE-TAKE


GROWL AND PULL


LADY AND THE TREE LIMB


A MAJOR TANGLE FOR LADY


I WANT SOMETHING, Lady said; BUT WHAT?


Lady PLAYED, but Dixie? Not so much


THE THREE STOOGES


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WICKED LADY

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BLOG ENTRIES FROM THE AUTO RACING JOURNAL
(a book of great stories about the Intimidator)
(the book of great NASCAR stories)

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ROLLING IN THE GRASS IS A GAS

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Saturday, August 11, 2018

The downside to dog ownership

NOT THE DOWNSIDE
I really love dogs, but I have to admit that there IS a downside to dog ownership. I won't go into all of the bad things that have happened to us with our dogs, but I'll mention a few.

 Dogs DO pee and poop in the house, and sometimes the house is covered with dog hair. When Lady (sled-dog type) and Katie (collie) were alive, it looked like there were white pillows of dog hair up against the wall in the basement.

 One of our dogs, Buddy (mutt), spent his days outside, barking and annoying the neighborhood (and me).

 Buddy also got bored and chewed the basement stairs. Twice, he got into my food (destroying a bag of peanuts and ruining a perfectly good bowl of soup).

 Lady got hold of my spare glasses (they were out of her reach, I thought) and crushed the case and glasses. It cost me $84 to replace the lenses.

 If you're eating, your dogs are begging for food. All of our dogs begged, but Dixie might be our No. 1 beggar.

LADY, DIGGER DELUXE
Most of our five dogs dug in the yard at one time or another. Lady was the star digger in the family.

 Lady often got out of the yard, and Buddy and Dixie (beagle, above picture) have gotten out now and then.

 We had fights, of course, between Lady and Katie (our first collie) and Lady and Buddy. Lady was trying to assert her dominance, and the others were trying to survive.

All of our dogs have gotten in our way, particularly when they were begging for food. They all would lay down in the middle of the walkway, turning the house into a doggy minefield.
The worst thing, of course, came when our first four dogs, one by one, got sick and died or had to be put to sleep. I'd take them back with all their faults, if I could.

 Sometime soon, I'll talk about the good times. There have been many more of those.

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BLOG ENTRIES FROM THE AUTO RACING JOURNAL
(a book of great stories about the Intimidator)
(the book of great NASCAR stories)
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