I like movies from the 30s and 40s. The 1930s and 1940s. One of the things I like is how they use the word “pal” in a vaguely threatening manner. When I saw this photo, I imagined Andre saying to me, “Look, pal, I got a bone to pick with you.”
A while back, Scrappy thought he might become a pro wrestler (Scrappy’s new career). Now it seems Brandee is also interested. Brandee: DaddyDog. Me: Yes, Brandee? Brandee: I want to be a pro wrestler like Scrappy. Me. <sigh> He’s not a pro wrestler. He only said he wanted to be one. Brandee: Well, he told me we could be a Tag You’re It! team. Me: Okay, when he gets his first gig, you can go too. Brandee: Cool beans! I have my ring name picked out. Me. I can hardly wait. Brandee: Belly-Rub Brandee! Me. Have you been taking advice…
I recently wrote about a dog called Abner here. I lamented that I couldn’t really capture him in the photos I posted. As it happens, Abner was in a play group or three recently and I realized I had some video. I’ve said before that I’m not good at video. That’s still true. Plus, this video was clearly not shot to be with an Internet posting in mind. Still, the video below does a much better job of capturing one side of Abner than I could ever to do with my photos. Notice I wrote “one side of Abner”. A…
I’ve been told more than once that I don’t have a sense of humor. That’s not really true, but I understand why someone might think that. I tend to prefer subtle or deadpan humor to the more obvious, LOL types. Tend to. Plus, I can see where some might say I have an odd sense of humor. It isn’t odd to me but I can see why someone might think that. One way I amuse myself is to insert a line of dialogue or some other reference from a movie or similar into a conversation. I’ve been doing that for…
I’ve started a post about Wrigley many time in the last week. And deleted every one of them. I finally decided to not write anything about Wrigley’s story except to acknowledge his passing and how difficult it was for so many people. I don’t have the skills to do more.
Gizmo arrived a few days ago. If she hailed from Pismo Beach, she’d be Pismo Gizmo.
Echo has such lovely ears. And I’m not even a big fan of erect ears. And those eyes.
I took Cooper for the Central California Labrador Retriever Rescue a couple months ago. He had been an outdoor dog the first year of his life. This is not a good way for a dog to start his life. He went to a new home via Craig’s List but I don’t know the reason for that move. He got on fine with the existing dog at his new home but the interior of the house reportedly took a beating so he spent most of his time… in the backyard. Or in a crate when inside. His people said that he…
Common name, uncommon dog. Or so I hear. I haven;t had much time to spend with him. But he’s the kind fo dog you just want to take to your car the moment you see him.
Tilly. One of the many ill-treated dogs Homeward Bound takes in every year from the same people. It never ends.
Wilson has been with us at Homeward Bound for over two months ago. He’s a spunky little guy tipping the scales at a hefty 35 pounds are so. He comes with a ton of personality that makes people like him immediately. Unfortunately, he’s also fearful of other dogs and has chosen “the best defense is a blitzkrieg offense” strategy when it comes to the scary dogs. To make things worse, Wilson’s size has helped him become a master of slipping by slow humans at a gate or door. Twice this has given him access to attack other dogs. I use…
ROB & DOG 