Showing posts with label friendly dog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendly dog. Show all posts

Monday, April 4, 2016

Chloe came over to say hi

Lady and I were alone on the little-dog side early this morning (Monday), but Bonnie soon brought her Chloe in with us.

 They pretty much ignored us, with Bonnie throwing a ball to Chloe, but something interesting happened. For the first time ever, Chloe came over to say hi and get a few pats. I was pleased. I've petted very few dogs that have a ball in their mouths.

 Chloe, a black-and-white border collie or Australian shepherd, and Bonnie left before we did.

We saw several dogs we recognized on the other side, including Willow, Tilly, Buster and Scooby.

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Thursday, October 16, 2014

Peewee and the crescent of dogs

A GENERIC BLOODHOUND

I don't know if this happened when I was a teenager or a young man. I'd take walks around the neighborhood in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, and sometimes I'd range farther up on the ridge.

Dogs from the neighborhood often followed me, formed a pack around me and walked along, and that's the way it was that day. We were on the ridge, and this biting dog had found us.

The biting dog was at least part German shepherd, and he was way bigger than any of the dogs in "my" pack. The biggest dog and best fighter of my pack was Peewee, a sweet and skinny bloodhound. Peewee had guile and was a terrific fighter, but fortunately he didn't have to fight that day.

I didn't realize what was happening, but that pack of dogs slowly formed a scraggly crescent formation in front of me, with Peewee in the middle. One by one, they wobbled into place. I later realized that they were ready to protect me.

 The shepherd looked at them for a few seconds, then sat down. He looked around, uncertain what to do. After a standoff for a couple of minutes, the offender trotted off. Strangely (and happily), I never saw him again.

We finished our walk unimpeded.

P.S.: You may find the blog entry on Old Joe on this blog. The Bryant family had owned Old Joe, and they later owned Peewee, too.

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