http://www.youtube.com/watch?v...ture=player_embedded

That was a nice tribute to a good dog.

I liked my Osk because there was some feist in him. He was little, 24 lbs, but didn't know it. Terrier mix. He'd come on like gangbusters with other dogs and scare them, some twice his size but he just wanted to play. Didn't engage in dominance games he knew he was #1. A few growls would put them off. He would go into hysterics in the Vet waiting room but never actually hurt another animal...Osk loved to eat shoes, if people were wearing them. And lick my tears and please me. He was like that guy said ....."bad dog" was a whip on his back.....and "good dog" was like a treat. He was intelligent and knew lots of amusing tricks. Charlie knew his place with OSk.


Funny how you bond with some and not others. In our family there was George, the gentle, intelligent pit bull...just full of personality. My son's dog. Everone loved him. He was a big dog who thought he was little.....jump in your lap and lick your face. Very smart.

There's also Tino the all-American "Marley" who came from Italy. My SIL's dog. A charismatic Italian who loves to walk around swathed in a colorful beach towel. Gotta wear the towel. He's hysterical.


The dog we have now is Charlie (Beagle, Corgi mix), the epitome of a hound dog. He comes and goes and loves to play and can spot a squirrel half-way up the mountain. Once he jumped in my pond and swallowed a frog whole. He likes to be petted, ride in the car and eat. That's about it.

They tell me he's bossy when we leave him at the kennel which is surprising.

We just introduced a fluffy little female from the shelter. She's about 12 pounds of spoiled brat 2 years old. Can't figure if she's pekingnese or Papillion. You might assume she'd have no problems with Charlie but she's a jealous b i t c h! And very spoiled. She is trying to dominate Charlie. I have such a problem with this but have read it's better to try and not show your anxiety. Some things I have read have said not to interfere...others say not to let it go too far.

She can't even stand it when we pet Charlie.

I hope this works out. My husband stopped by the pound and brought her home for 4th of July gift for "me." I've never had a 4th of July gift, lol. He does well to remember my birthday......uh huh.

Peachy

Ahh Peachy, just give her some time and she and Charlie will arrive at an agreement they can both live with.

Lou-Lou was the dominant dog with our other two dogs and I feared getting another dog as I thought she might anihilate it. Not to worry in just 24 hours little Joy is eating from Lou's bowl and Lou is standing there waiting for her to finish. I am amazed!

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originally posted by Avenging Peach:
Funny how you bond with some and not others. In our family there was George, the gentle, intelligent pit bull...just full of personality. My son's dog. Everone loved him. He was a big dog who thought he was little.....jump in your lap and lick your face. Very smart.

George sounds like my pit, Peachy. HUGE freakin' dawg... black & white, with a circle around one eye just like the Lil' Rascals dawg... named him Apache but called him Patchy.

There was a pit bull on the next block that the owners were under court-order could only be walked five times a day, and all the neighbors had the schedule 'cause that damn dog would chase any animal it saw and once dislocated the shoulder of the eldest juvenile delinquent who walked him.

But when Patchy was outside... that dog turned and galloped back home, dragging said juvie w/ him.

Anyway, Patchy ran to about 90 lbs of lean muscle, a really beautiful animal. And his favorite past time was curling up on m'lap, rolling over to expose his belly and falling asleep whilst I scratched his tummy.

Every time I see the Cesar Bistro commercial w/ the black & white Great Dane and the Great Pyrenees (I think), I'm reminded of Patchy.

*CJ

CJ....

Ahhhh...I don't know how I missed that story. I love it but didn't read it until I came here to update you on Charlie and the babe.

Koka...

The babe is winning I fear. She is a snippy little b i t c h who makes her needs and wants known immediately. She has won my husband's heart. He speaks to her in more endearing terms than I thought him capable. .

We took her to the vet to be spayed instead of to the humane society who would have done it free. At the vet she got a laser job with a bikini scar and lots of pain medicine. At the other place, well, it's like going to the morgue and getting a free autopsy.

Then, because she and Charlie were playing so rambunctiously, we had the vet keep her a few extra days. Cha Ching....Cha Ching......Cha Ching. Had to buy a crate for her at night because she jumps on our bed and I'm allergic to her fur. (Back on Zyrtec now.) Ker Choo...Ker Choo...Ker Choo. Cha..Ching...Cha...Ching.

She also has a fuzzy new dog bed. Cha Ching.

When Charlie comes over to me at the computer and wants his chin scratched like he always does when I'm talking with you guys, she runs and gets in front of him. She tries to eat his food and even jumps on his back to demonstrate dominance. With her, it's "Me first....me first" all of the time.

Charlie is a sweet hound dog who is in and out of the house all day. We have a screen door and he has arranged the screen so that it just flaps open so he can come and go but still keeps the dragonflies out. We've had to shut the place up now and turn on the AC.....Cause the babe can't come and go....The babe can't go outside except on a leash. And her breed doesn't like to get hot. Cha Ching.....Cha Ching.

The mountains are a dangerous place for dogs. We have coyotes, bears and bobcats. I've seen them all. Charlie can smell danger and deals with it. The babe is 11 pounds of mostly fluffy tail and cannot fend for herself...only she doesn't know it.

I have the feeling Charlie is getting enough of her. His routine has been more than a little upset and he can see how she controls us...No doubt we have dropped a bit in his esteem.

Three days ago he started limping. By yesterday morning he was laying on his bankie moaning. He would limp over to me and look mournfully. I touched his paw. Saw nothing but he growled a bit which he never does. By afternoon, we were at the vet. He hobbled inside. I held him in my lap although he is way too large....He needed comforting.

Finally we went into the exam room. The nurse and vet examined him from head to toe but couldn't find anything wrong. By then, he wouldn't use his right paw at all. He just moaned. I said I wasn't going to do it but I broke down and agreed to x-rays and away the three of them went, while I waited. Cha Ching....Cha Ching...Cha...Ching.

Finally they came back. Charlie bounded in on all fours. The vet and nurse were laughing. "You've got a great actor" the vet said to me. It seems the minute Charlie left my sight he was able to walk just fine.

Last night just as I put a large pot of water on to boil some pasta for dinner, the babe decided she had to go out. I got the leash (the long stringy kind with a handle), hooked her up and took her out the back door. Charlie bounds out ahead of her and nearly knocks me over. I drop the leash and she heads lickety split for the woods after Charlie - leash and plastic handle trailing behind her.

I call and call...to no avail. Charlie returns (and he's not hobbling) ready for his dinner. The Lt. gets in the Frogmobile and I get in the Honda and we start our search. We could hear her yapping deep in the woods but the mountains echo so we couldn't spot her. To add to the problem our mountains are lush with lots of brush and vegetation on the ravines and cliffs. How would I ever get to her before the coyotes? It was getting dark. I drove up various driveways, calling her name.....all we could hear in the distance was a lot of yapping. Obviously the leash was entwined in the brush and she was trapped.

Desperate, I drove to the Frogville police department and the officer was real nice and followed me home. Soon there were two police cars...and the fire department...But where was the Lt.? He was climbing a cliff covered in poison ivy. The officers (in crisp, clean uniforms) assisted by shining their lights in the woods to help him find her. Once she had caught his scent, she stopped barking.

Suddenly I remembered the water boiling on the stove. Fortunately it was in a big cooker so it hadn't boiled out and caught the house on fire.

Finally they arrived home safely. The Lt. (who had been wearing shorts) took a shower and tried to scrub off all the poison ivy oils....applied peroxide...I guess the hair on his legs will turn orange now....And everyone had a tick check.

As I write this morning, Charlie is here by my side but the Lt. And the babe are sleeping in.

Peachy

 
Awwwwww... poor Charlie.

Men are so damn fickle, Peachy. A new girl comes in, twirls her curls at the Lt and he's a gonner.

I'm glad you're there to keep Charlie company... and let him know he's #1. Even if he isn't.

*CJ

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Men are so damn fickle, Peachy. A new girl comes in, twirls her curls at the Lt and he's a gonner.

It's her tail CJ.....She has an amazing tail.

Peachy

Yeah, guys go nuts over butts.

The bad thing about calling the cops about your own dog is that you hesitate to do it two months in a row. Besides that, my name will be in the police blotter of the Frogville Gazette. "Cops called to Peachy's house at 2 AM." Everyone reads the blotter. It takes up the two centerfold pages.

Charlie has been barking viciously since about 11 PM last night.....I have not been able to go to sleep or even leave the front room. Babe wakes up and howls too. The Lt. wakes up when it gets bad but goes back to sleep. Charlie's havin' a coniption. I have no idea how the Lt. can sleep through this. Charlie's nuthin' but a hound dog - not that big. He gets furious because I won't let him out to take on whatever is out there.

We have an outside door and an inside door and a little vestibule in between, like in the old days. We rarely shut the outside door. Several times durig the night something very large seems to be sorta stuck in the vestibule. When I thought it was a person I locked down real tight and turned on all the outside lights. I heard/felt it bump around several times. I looked out the window and no, it didn't get in my car.

Whatever it is is VERY LARGE. BTY I tried to contact a couple of you on my Messenger but nobody was home....Like you could help me right? Thanks for being there for me.

I just cannot get over the LT's attitude. He gets mad at the dog AND me for waking him up. It's 6:30 AM and Charlie is still going at it. No way I'm going outside until the sun comes up. Maybe not then.

I'm positive it's not a human. No human would stick around with all this barking unless they had too, like me.

I don't own a gun. Me and my liberal attitudes but I've had my cell phone in my pocket I've got the Lt.'s USN scabbard and blade in the umbrella stand by the door. It's the only weapon we have. Problem is, it's ceremonial so it is very dull. And I'm embarrassed to call the police again.

I'm pretty sure it's a bear. I've actually seen one with a little cub. I'm wondering if anything I could shoot could actually kill a bear. I don't think I'd try that unless it came in.

The LT. said it wouldn't come in the house. There was a time in the LT's life that I think he decided he just wasn't gonna let anything upset him again. And it duzn't.

This thing is so big it could break down the door. I can hear it out there. Besides.....if they can drive your car, they can come in the house right?

Still dark...

More later....Exhausted.

PS: Queenie, I am very sorry that your dog got busted at the percolation pond.

For all of you who think I was having a Glenn Beck moment last night....It really was a bear. You wouldn't realize what a mess I encountered when I finally got the nerve to venture outdoors after sunrise.

The garbage can is missing (the top is here)...and there are papers strewn up the hill. Plants are trampled.....

We had a "visitor" and it wasn't a gaggle of geese.

Peachy