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Much Ado about Nuthin'

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Daisy is a really good dog. And I'm not just writing that because I own her. Because I really don't feel like I own her. I've always felt like she has had a full long life before I came along, so ownership is sort of a non-issue. But she is extremely senstive and bright.

She was obviously an outdoor dog. She doesn't seem to be familiar with in-town life, everything kind of makes her pause and examine. I told A.S. that she is like Nell and maybe even never left her 'holler. She is like that. I don't even think she knew english. I think I mentioned the droop of her belly; many, many litters of pups. We assume she was probably a puppy mill breeder and it's possible because of the vicinity where she was found that she came from an Amish farm. I know people love the Amish, so I won't say too much about the way they treat their animals or that they are known to breed pups for sell. But I often wonder if she speaks German. Lea says, "Mom she's not German." But I still ocasionally will throw a German this or that her way to see if she responds.

Anyhow, I watch Cesar when I'm home during the day. I switch between that and MSNBC. Cesar is the dog-whisperer and as far as I'm concerned he is Jesus incarnate. I don't care what you non-believers think. This man is of the Lord. I can't believe what he can do with bad and/or crappy dogs.

I don't have a bad dog. I have a good dog. Potentially great. I mean it. She's amazing. I walked her tonight after watching Cesar today and even though all of our walks are great, but this one was spectacular.

more later..

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I know how you feel about dog "ownership." It seems more like a mutual understanding of companionship; especially if they have a pre-history before their time with you.

Our dog, T-Bone, is a really great dog, too. Walking him is one of life's great pleasures.

Today when Doug and I were walking T-Bone at the park we ran into a rescue dog named Brooklyn. A lot of Dane, perhaps some Boxer or Ridgeback mixed in. A lot of puppy, too! No matter how vocal T-Bone was, that puppy wouldn't back down. The interesting thing about rescue dogs and their previous lives is you get to pet the back story.

12:07 AM, October 22, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's such a curiosity isn't it? I ask her all the time, "Soo, what is your real name?" I think I mentioned that we went through about 300 names when we first brought her home and she responded to none of them. That's when I thought she might be deaf. :)

Let me ask you, do you have to walk T-Bone everytime he needs to "go out?" I'd love to occasionally put D on the line when she need to go out, but she just sits there and stares at the door.

5:19 AM, October 22, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, yes. Most every outing is a walk for Mr. Bone. It's also a city thing. And like Daisy, most likely he would just look at the door waiting for one of us to join him. Lucky us! To his credit, though, he knows the code phrase "bedtime pee" means it's just a run around the corner for him to take care of business. That makes it easier. He's a very good puppy dog.

1:57 PM, October 22, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Have you tried Zig Heil? Or however you spell it? Okay, I just saw a beagle with a tiny moustache in my head. I'm sick.

I'm going to put Nell on my Netflix list now.

5:23 PM, October 23, 2008  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ok then Snz, that's just how it's gonna be with D then. We all love walking her so it's not a problem.

A.S., no not yet, you think I should? :)lol

Dear All, I have to admit that I wrote that amidst a 1/2 bottle of well consumed Pinot Noir, and I had a particular point that I was going to return to, but it's long gone now.
Just to say, that D is a good old gal. Aside from her vicious breath.

7:04 PM, October 23, 2008  

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