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There are a lot of tales told here but you can tell a tail too.
My little dog, Cuddles, and I have a game we play. I ask her if I can tell her tail and then I grab it and shout, "One!" She never tires of this play and it amuses me, too. :)
I'd put up a picture of her but she is a black minipoo and does not photograph well. It always looks like someone spilled flat black paint on the picture.
Hugs,
Erin
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Cuddles the Minipoo
I saw a picture of her that you posted once. A black smear with a little pink tongue fragment in there somewhere. Some dogs dont really play standard dog games so you have to invent something. "Get the Monster" is one that almost any dog will play. You run in terror so she chases you and when you find you're cornered you rear up and then you're the "monster"; chase her to the other side of the house, and then run away again. Dumb, but they love it...
And speaking of Mini Poos, anyone remember that unfortunately-named hair cleaning product of the same name? Sounds like something someone made up or that I might've hallucinated but here it is:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sa_steve/3067157780/
~hugs, Veronica
What borders on stupidity?
Canada and Mexico.
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Hide and Peek
We had a dog named Sport, a Chihuahua-Manchester cross and nearly the smartest dog I've ever known. My brother and I played a game with him we called Hide and Peek. First one of us would hide while the other held the dog, then the dog would go find the one who was hid. Sport would pretend to having difficulty at this, sneaking up on us and backing off and looking in places he had to know didn't have anyone concealed.
Then it was his turn to hide. Just as he obviously thought we didn't understand how easy it was for him to sniff us out, he didn't really think visually at all. His idea of a hiding place was to stick his head behind the drapes or under the couch with his body and tail, wagging eight ways to Sunday, right out in the open.
"Where's the puppy?" we'd say while looking right at him. Wag, wag, wag. "Oh, Sport is hiding and we can't find him." Wag, wag, wag. We'd do this for a while then we'd grab him from his hiding spot and he would lick us everywhere he could reach and it was time for one of us to hide. This doesn't make Sport sound that bright but he's the one who invented the game. :)
We acquired another dog, a full blood Chihuahua named Tippy, and Sport taught him to play. Except Tippy DID think visually and we often couldn't find him and had to get Sport to help! Tippy's sister Tina who visited occasionally was even better at hiding but she only weighed 2.5 pounds and would fit in places you'd never think to look. Both Tippy and Tina had a trick of sitting on their tails so the wagging wouldn't give them away. :)
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Dog Games lessening pain of Bob Arnold's death
Thanks for the blog about your dog. Helps a lot to minimize the pain from Bob Arnold's death. May he Rest In Peace.
The dog I had growing up was a Toy Poodle / black Lab mix, curly black fur with white patch on chest and white near his toes, so we called him Tippy. - And the mother was the Toy Poodle! My friend Tim and I used to get on our sled in the winter and Tippy would pull us up and down the snow-covered street. No, he didn't have a pulling harness, just a regular collar. Probably shouldn't have done that, but we didn't know then what I know now.
May all your memories of Bob be good ones.
Crying,
KR