Some years ago, I campaigned a quite infamous little schnauzer bitch I called “Frankie”.
In the show ring there are ribbons you want to get, and ribbons you don’t want to get. A “good” ribbon, for a bitch of Frankie’s show record and status, was big and blue (First In Group). A “bad” ribbon was significantly smaller, and striped green and white (Best of Opposite Sex).
These formed the basis of a demonstration. I first gave ribbons of each description to a volunteer and with Frankie sitting in my lap, directed that they offer them to her one at a time.
If the volunteer offered the large, blue “First In Group” rosette, Frankie would sniff it in interest.
If the volunteer chose the green and white ribbon, they were met with teeth, bared in an audible snarl.
I taught her do that.
Seems fair; the MSM mauls your master, you maul them first chance you get! 😉
You go, Barney!
This is why I don’t like cats.
OK boys and girls from the city …. you should not push your hands in front of dogs who don’t know you (even if your mommy has a dog.) If you wish to greet a dog, form a fist and gently put it down for the dog to smell. Before you do this ask the dogs owner. I suspect the good dog knew that this guy was part of the socialist press that treated his owner like shit for years. Either way the guy got what he deserves…
OK boys and girls from the city …. you should not push your hands in front of dogs who don’t know you (even if your mommy has a dog.) If you wish to greet a dog, form a fist and gently put it down for the dog to smell. Before you do this ask the dogs owner. I suspect the good dog knew that this guy was part of the socialist press that treated his owner like shit for years. Either way the guy got what he deserves…
“This is why I don’t like cats.”
Aren’t cats a bit like lefties?
Smug, expect you to serve them, horribly whiney and noisy when unsatisfied, get scratchey and hissy for no apparent reason (even when you’re trying to help them), prima-donna-ish, moody, bury their feces, don’t do much of any value (like, say, fetching/playing with adults/children or offering enthusiastic affection without an agenda) and are all around similar to furniture that one has to feed, pay for and clean up after.
Ergo, cats are like liberals.
Can you tell that I don’t like cats? I’m also allergic to them, so that doesn’t help their political agenda with me.
Sure, when they’re kittens they’re really cute and fuzzy and stuff, but that’s just their scam to trap humans into becoming their slaves for 15 years or so.
Wait – how many years was Trudeau in power? Hmmm…
“Some years ago, I campaigned a quite infamous little schnauzer bitch I called “Frankie”.”
With some minor changes this could sound like my romantic history.
“OK boys and girls from the city”
Actually, Jim, I’ve noticed people in the city tend to have the biggest dogs, largely so they can show them off in those tiny dog parks.
I see examples of that all the time here in Halifax Dean.
While I would dearly love to have a Bouvier de Flanders, it’s just too unfair to keep a monster like that in the city.
And Jim is quite right about approach, even to dogs you know as I found out to the tune of six stitches a few years back with my neighbour’s Boxer. Wrong move towards the dog and WHAM! Took me two days to convince them to not put the dog down. Stupid human tricks should never mean a death sentence for a dog doing what comes natural.
I sure hope Barney didn’t get rabies or turn into a zombie. You never know what strange afflictions these reporters are carriers of….
Kate,I read the link to your tribute to Frankie,and must say it brought me to tears.Having gone thru the devastating experience of having to sign the paper to have one of my ‘boys’ euthanized,I have to admit it was one of the most difficult and heartwrenching times of my life.Some people just don’t understand the depth of feelings..and love..for a four-legged furry boy,that has provided nothing but unconditional love for 14 years.I still mourn his sweet face,and even tho I have 3 ‘new’ dogs..none have his personality.
Reading Frankie’s story,I was reminded as well of one of my current dogs…a sometimes ‘nasty’ tempered black American Cocker!He can be as sweet as sugar with hubby and I..and I adore his little face,but he does have a dark side,and is quick to bare teeth.He is like a spoiled,selfish child,and everything belongs to him!
Anyway,just wanted to let you know how much I love your dog stories..even if they do make me shed a tear.You capture the love of dogs beautifully with your words.
Actually, Jim, I’d say some of those big dogs in the city have a pretty good life, if they have committed owners that give them decent walks (in my experience, dogs live for walks!). I live in the country now, but am a former city person, who actually gets out every day for a walk or run with my big (100 lb) shephard mastiff cross, on the gravel roads! I think I’m probably known in the area as that “crazy neighbour that takes her dog for walks”! It just doesn’t seem common for country people (at least in my area) to walk their dogs, so I actually feel a little sorry for some of these country dogs, and I think they might envy their city cousins a little bit.
Also, with respect to dogs and bites, I believe any dog actually has the potential to bite. I have to admit I tend to put myself “in the dog’s shoes”, you might say, and try to imagine why they thought they needed to bite that person at that time. Usually you can figure out what they were thinking (sort of, in their doggie minds) and then it’s easy to forgive them!
The reporter should have known better…..look at the dogs body language ahead of time, ears back a bit, tail down….totally in defensive mode. then he is stupid enough to not only offer one hand but bends down with the other with papers and blackberry…..Barney did what dogs do.
Of course look at him afterwards, tail goes up and the ears are forward and alert….I bet Barney got a big steak when he got back inside.
I think this from a yahoo commenter says it all
“Poor Barney . I hope he’s had his rabies shot. He probably had to lick his bum to get the taste out of his mouth”
“Aren’t cats a bit like lefties?
Smug, expect you to serve them, horribly whiney and noisy when unsatisfied, get scratchey and hissy for no apparent reason (even when you’re trying to help them), prima-donna-ish, moody, bury their feces, don’t do much of any value (like, say, fetching/playing with adults/children or offering enthusiastic affection without an agenda) and are all around similar to furniture that one has to feed, pay for and clean up after.
Ergo, cats are like liberals.”
Posted by: PiperPaul at November 7, 2008 3:49 AM
Just as not all dogs are like Frankie, not all cats are like liberals. My cats do MANY more tricks than any liberal can, and they do it with a smile. One of my females is just about toilet trained (more than I can say for some reporters) the other plays fetch and I had a cat a few years ago who used to cuddle up to me anytime I felt sick (I even shared a flu with him that cost the little fellow his life just because I was so sick he wouldnt leave my side except to eat and use the box). All of them have been accomplished mousers too, and they dig up and dispose of the vermin in my garage so I dont have to worry about it.
I dont see any liberals being capable of doing the tricks which my cats can do, but I imagine if they could, they’d want more than cat treats as thanks.
Liberals are closer in relation to mice and rats (good for nothing, seem to breed like rabbits, spread pestilence and can destroy the morale of an entire nation), cats are the bloggers who keep their parisitic population under some semblance of control.
Now if only there were more dogs like Barney, he certainly has a skill for keeping the media away!
Kate,,, just when I think you can’t amaze me anymore, there ya go !!!!
15 years ago I was at the Local Trade Days looking for a black lab I was a bigtime duck hunter back then and blizzard conditions did not phase me. There was a nice healthy male pup that day, but the asking price was way too high. I left, 10 miles down the road changed my mind and went back to get him, he was gone. As a matter of fact the whole outfit was gone, truck, trailor, dogs and the kennels. I asked around and nobody really knew who the guy was. The party I was with decided we would go back to his site get the lot number and try to track him down that way. As we neared the lot a small coffee can sized box we had completely missed began to whimper, upon opening it up we found a very small ugly short-haired thing. It was late in the afternoon Trade Days was closing up and no-one would take it. I picked the shortest straw and took the creature home. The Vet said it was some kind of cross-breed zshitzu with a miniature doberman body and within two days it was obvious something was wrong.
She was blind.
Welp, I knew what I had to do, fetching the hammer out of the shed, and then deciding that would be too messy I dug out my ole trusty .22 revolver, packed her up, grabbed a couple of beers, and headed out to the woods. As I was digging the hole she was rooting around and sniffing everything in sight, well that is, everything in my sight. I sat there and let her have some fun and finished my beers. I don’t like putting animals down and never have.
After a short while I mustered up my manhood and decided it was time, only she was nowhere to be found, after looking for almost an hour and it was getting dark I struck out for the house to retrieve the 4-Wheeler and try again, but low and behold there she was sitting at the frontdoor wagging her tail and looking real proud. It was no fluke she did that that blind bitch was a hound-dog tracking fool. We took her down to the bottom the next weekend and my brother held her and I took off, not for the house but deeper into the woods to the tune of about 2 miles. When he turned her loose she tracked me down, going thru briar-patches, climbing hills, swimming across a creek and finally strolling right up to me, sniffed me and laid down with tongue hanging out happy as a lark.
Damn, what a quagmire ! I knew right then she would never be able to retrieve a duck, or win any blue ribbons, but she had won my heart. It’s been many a campfire we shared and still do, she lost one eye years ago, but what the hey, ain’t got many teeth left, nor much hair, and I actually figured out over the years if you don’t re-arrange the furniture to much she could get around inside quite well, she has been a great companion, it will be tuff and more than likely I will have to put her down some day, but I’ll get the Vet to do it this time, because my macho-arse just won’t be able to.
From Ratt and Scarlette, God Bless You Kate and Frankie.
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Cats are free spirited and independent. Much like small-l liberals (classical liberals, libertarians).
Dogs are loyal slaves. Much like socialists and fascists.
Ergo, cats are like liberals.”
Posted by: PiperPaul at November 7, 2008 3:49 AM
No I have to disagree, cats are very useful as vermin control.
Liberals are closer in relation to mice and rats (good for nothing, seem to breed like rabbits, spread pestilence and can destroy the morale of an entire nation), cats are the bloggers who keep their parasitic population under some semblance of control.
Posted by: Irene Swain at November 7, 2008 11:29 AM
I am in complete agreement with last statement of your analyze Irene Swain about liberals. I am sure GWB disciplined his “Barney” by feeding him a good steak. Barney one – reporters zero.
Kate, that was a very touching reminder of how one gets attached to a pet. No two pets are the same and each one takes on a personality of its own. When they reach the end of their journey it is always hard to do what one must and it takes a person whom has seen life in all shapes and forms to do the decent thing without prolonging their suffering and to say goodbye.
“C’bere, doggie, gibbee a widdoo kiss…”
The difference between dogs and cats…
Ratt, you made me cry a bit there.
Just proves dogs are an excellent judge of character.
🙂
I also like cats – use to have one that fetched little plactic balls for me; and I find most cats to be friendly.
Think if you don’t socialize them when young they can be stand-offish.
Ratt, that sure tugged upon my heart stings, thanks.
Our current little beady-eyed one was on his way to be ‘put down’ claimed he was too ‘aggressive’ cause they left him in a cage for almost a year … but now this dog is a treasure and is full of fun, love, loyalty, and lives to play. At 3.5 yrs, he still chases after leaves blowing in the wind.
Thanks Ratt, had to read it twice, something in my eyes.
Heh, liked that one Bruce.
Dogs and cats are both our furry friends. I couldn’t compare either of them to Liberals. Come to think of it, most animals, even rodents and weasels are way more useful, cute and lovable than Liberals.
Thanks for the tribute to your doggie Ratt…and for making me cry for second time today.Kate did it the first time,with the Frankie story.
Dogs are like 4 legged children of a lessor god, appended to the family:-)))))
and to those that denigrate RATS, I have news for you, they are clean, smart, and loyal pets if brought up to be such. When I was married we had rats for pets for 20 years and most were just as good for pets as a dog or cat:-)))))
BTW; thusly rats ain’t good lieberals
Tore me up Idd, read Ratt’s and Kate’s tribute to my wife a little later and we BOTH had a little boo hoo, used heavy duty paper towels to sop up the tears. Can’t believe I welled up twice in one day over dog tales, love em dearly. I haven’t got enough tissues in the house to talk about my dear old Cutter, I’ll never have another like him. 14 years 24/7.