These are my fellas:
Jimmy.
Otherwise known as
Poppy. JimmyPop. Potpie. Peapie. Clicketyclick. Lovie. James P Weinerschnitzel.
Tony refers to him as Walter or Brubaker or sometimes even Walter J Brubaker.
No wonder he doesn't come when we holler for him.
He doesn't mind us. He bites and throws temper tantrums.
He pees on the floor and then dares us to say anything about it. Master of the Death Stare.
We're all afraid of him.
Chews rocks. Never bothers the trash because it would be beneath him to eat garbage.
Took him to the groomer once and he was so bad, she had to call her husband from work to help her hold him on the table. She doesn't answer her phone anymore when I call.
We have to give him Doggie Downers when he goes to the vet because he can bite through a muzzle.
Jack Russell and Yorkie with a little bit of Satan mixed in.
My little dog. I love him beyond all reason.
Gilbert.We got Bertie at Helping Hands last Fall. I feel sorry for whoever lost him because he's One Good Fella.
When we first saw him, a family with a little boy was in the "Get Acquainted" room at the shelter with him; I
paced up and down the hall in front of the room 42 times, beaming in "DON'T TAKE HIM DON'T TAKE HIM DON'T TAKE HIM" mental warnings through the glass door. And they didn't. They were stupid. And we were lucky.
He's fairly swift but clumsy. Trips over his own long legs regularly. Doesn't apply his feet to the stairs when he goes down, simply spins his legs like wheels -- think Road Runner cartoons. Drags the cats around by their legs or heads. ... but gently. He wants to sit on somebody/anybody's lap. He's the happiest of dogs. Big heart, maybe a small brain -- but so what?
He's my little dog. I love him beyond all reason.
Calvin.
Vin. Vinster. TheVinsterator. SpotDot. A sweet old man with a smiling face. Fat boy in the front, all skinny hips in the back. Wobbly with arthritis, but in his glory days, man, could he run. We've had to be extra-vigilant with Vin because the minute he got off his leash or outside the fence, he would dash off in a single-minded pursuit of SOMETHING only he could see. He ran only in a straight line, never circled back home, so we would eventually find him in the next county or living at Camp Daisy with the Girl Scouts or maybe in Brazil if he happened to be pointed to the south when he escaped.
Now in his golden years, he loves to take a ride to the trashcans at the end of the driveway.
Mr. Softie Tony builds a fire in the workshop woodstove for Calvin when it's cold and he snoozes his days away on one of my raggedy quilts, soaking up the heat with his old bones and dreaming of trashcans and girl scouts and wet dogfood. Such a dear. I love him beyond all reason because he's my old dog.
Now I want to hear about your dogs.
Dachshunds. Two of 'em. Scootles and Baxter. They were born on the same day one year apart. They're cute but incredibly stubborn. And my dad always says they don't have "any sense at all. None." (Actually, he usually throws in a few expletives.) He's had to chase Scooty just one too many times when he's escaped from the back yard. A couple of weeks ago he scooted straight to 17th Street and was almost hit by the same van -- twice. Thank heavens they missed. Scoot is a long-haired red rone and Baxter is a short-haired, part wire-haired red rone. Baxter enjoys howling with people and chasing his special toy. (Heaven help us if we ever lose that toy!) Scoot likes to antagonize Rosie the cat - but she dishes it out just as much as he does. Most of the time they like my 5 year old son, Ian -- except when he tries to run into them with his cars. He thinks it's funny but I don't. Scoot cuddles with anyone, and Bax only cuddles with me. It's kind of nice when you're a dog's favorite person. They're my boys and I love 'em dearly. Wouldn't trade them for all of tea in China.
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Babe "Rooty" Root (1992-2010)
ReplyDeleteBorn on a hot summer day in Texas and named after the baseball legend "Babe Ruth". He was a little toe-headed Golden on the day I picked him up as birthday present for my dear husband.
Rooty was known for his exceptional jumping abilities, he could leap 3 high baby gates in one bound. Some say they are sure he had springs in his "paws"! Rooty was a retriever of all things; birds,shoes, tennis balls, pantry items, somtimes the paper. I tried to train him to pick up the balled socks and put them in the sock drawer and that worked pretty well until he put too many scratches in the cherry chest of drawers. Rooty was always a dreamer; chasing butterflys and birds and things in the sky that we could not see. He was the best big brother to Jack and John Paul. He was a friend to all especially Princess Alex (1991-2005) and Sophie (1989-2009) our dearly departed Golden and Tabby. Rooty is loved and missed by us all and his fur-brother of the RootFarm ; Golden Roy "Rusty" Root misses him the most.
Oh, Maggie -- you're killing me. Rest in Peace, good old Rooty.
ReplyDeleteWe are so blessed to have two wonderful dogs in our lives right now. Without them, our house would not be a home. We have an almost ten year old petite sheltie named Sadie. What she lacks in size, she makes up in attitude. She loves toys--especially teddybears. Sophie is a two year old Australian Shepherd that adopted us a year ago. She's our "smoochie pooch". She loves attention and loves to snuggle with you and give kisses.
ReplyDeleteWe like to walk our girls on the trail at Lake Shawnee. Last fall we were walking around Ensley Gardens. Three sweet kids approached us and asked us about our dogs. We told them that Sophie was a rescue dog. The oldest brother said "You mean if my little brother falls in the stream over there, she could rescue him?" Not exactly. The little brother covered with a sticky mess on his face was promptly cleaned by both dogs and proclaimed "they do a better job than my mom!". And little sister who had been petting both dogs constantly sighed and said "how did you get so lucky to get TWO soft dogs" and she continued to pet and hug them. Dogs are the greatest! Eight legs + two tails = unmeasureable amount of love.
Our previous sheltie, Keela was truly an angel. She grew up with our twins and was their protector. She suffered over two hundred bites from a German Shepherd protecting HER kids. Once while walking in the rose garden at Gage Park we came upon a group of nursing home residents. The kids were proudly telling them about their dog. One woman couldn't stop petting Keela. Then she began to cry and started speaking about her beloved collie. The nurse and other residents were stunned. The woman had not spoken (until that moment) in over 4 years. Pretty amazing what animals can do.
Please love and care for all animals.