"Just A Dog"?

A family member recently criticized the concept of having a dog as a pet in these crazy financial times. The family member claimed that dogs were too much trouble, too expensive and too time consuming. Of course, that family member wasn't talking about dogs in general. That family member was talking about our dog, George W. 

And this family member wasn't the only one who was dogophobic. Another family member, while visiting us, exclaimed rather loudly. "That dog is too big for your house", and George W, still a sensitive puppy, thinking he was being yelled at, promptly ran and jumped his 70 lb. terrified self into my lap.

These family member's honesty was refreshing, in a way. That honesty was much more refreshing than the dog owners in our neighborhood who have dogs, but only pretend to want a dog. You've heard these dogs. They're the ones who keep you awake at night and annoy you during the day with their constant barking because they've been kept alone outside. All day, all night. Every day.

 Dogs: Too Much Trouble?

  When we first got our German Shepherd mix puppy from Multnomah County's Animal Shelter ten years ago, he was a big deal --he was a handful of trouble! 

During his first few weeks with us, he chewed off a corner of our Hardiplank siding in the backyard. After the "chewed off siding  incident", we realized we couldn't leave him out of our sight for one second unless he was in his crate. Over the next few months however, even when leaving him out of our sight for as little as  2-3 minutes,  this innocent looking dog managed, on separate instances, to chew off a corner of carpeting on our stairs,  he ate an an entire box of Entenmann's donuts, 3/4 of a Papa Murphy's pizza,  4 lbs. of  home made beef jerky (which were wrapped in saran wrap and sealed in a Tupperware container),  two whole loaves of bread, and several shoes. 

Whenever we discovered his "fun", we'd never yell at him. It wasn't his fault. He was doing what came naturally. We knew it was our fault for failing to keep tempting items out of reach. (Bad dogs, however, do seem to have more fun.)

In spite of all this initial mayhem, over the next few months we dialed in on puppy proofing the house and found the proper mix of Nylabones, hidden Kong toys filled with frozen treats, and lots of running around outside to keep him happy and out of trouble. Our dog George W. has been an absolute "gentledog" house dog, no crate needed, ever since. 

 Too Time Consuming?

 Our family members are correct. Having George W. is extremely time consuming.  The Mrs. takes George W. for walks in the morning. We take him to Thousand Acres or the Sandy River behind the Troutdale Airport as often as we can. George and I play fetch most nights in the back yard, in the dark, before we go to bed. When the weather is mild and it doesn't get hot in the car, he goes with us when we run errands.

Berry Picking

Playing fetch in the Sandy River

On the lookout

What do you mean, no squirrels in the ocean?

It's too cold! Let's go inside and have snacks!

One more check in the mirror before meeting guests.

 

 

 As a matter of fact, George W. forced me to clean up my "potty mouth" while driving.  When another driver would cut me off in traffic, I used to drop a few loud "expletives". However, with George W. in the car with me, whenever I dropped a loud expletive, he'd think he was the one being yelled at, and hop into my lap. Believe me, you haven't lived until you try to drive with a 70 lb. dog in your lap. So no more raised voices or profanity in the car with the dog present. Doggone it, anyway!
 Indeed, George W. is very time consuming.

So What's The Big Deal About Dogs?

That's what these relatives of mine are really saying, isn't it? Here's why dogs are a big deal: There is no such thing as "just a dog". Yes, George W. is a dog, he's not a human.

 However, George W. is our companion. He is a member of our family. He is extremely gentle and good natured. He is intensely in tune with our emotions. He is eager to please, always. He is always, always happy. He is goofy. He is never in a bad mood. He is a great playmate and fellow outdoor explorer. He is smart. He is fearless. When one of us is sick or in a bad mood, he never leaves our side. Ever.

We do our best to give George W. a great life, but George W. gives us so much more in return. He is one priceless dog. And that's the big deal about dogs.

Our 70 lb. lap dog.

I wonder if these family members so critical of George W. have ever visited the abandoned animals at the Multnomah County Animal Shelter in Troutdale, or the Oregon Humane Society in Portland. If they saw all the dogs and cats there, all desperate for companionship, maybe they'd see with their own eyes there is no such thing as "just a dog."

George W. ROCKS!

Our dog George W., doing what he does best!

Endless Game Of Fetch

Warm Weather + Lawn = Corona

Yes, indeed. On a nice day like this, mowing the lawn means rewarding yourself with a nice tall bottle of Corona after you've finished mowing.. The lawn was a little tall in the saddle, thanks to all of that recent rain. But my handy B&D electric lawnmower made short work of the blades of grass timber.

The most tedious part of the mowing job today was the time it took to closely inspect the back yard grass for dog bones, dog toys, tennis balls, and big rocks (our dog George W. has a rock obsession). Another tricky part of mowing the lawn is keeping the lawn mower out of sight of our dog. He attacks lawn mowers the same way he attacks our vacuum cleaner. He won't hurt cats, mice, or other dogs, but he has a death wish for vacuum cleaners and lawn mowers.

Speaking of rewarding myself for mowing the lawn, it's time to get a frosted glass out of the freezer. . .

The Turkey Sandwich Thief

Last night the Mrs. made me a turkey sandwich for a quick dinner before I headed off to an urban renewal agency meeting. I went back into the kitchen to refill my water glass. When I returned to our family room a mere 30 seconds later, I noticed our dog George W. had something sticking out of his mouth- a piece of BREAD CRUST! He ate that sandwich quicker than the time it took you to read about it!

I was surprised. He usually leaves our "human food" alone unless we drop something on the floor. The last time he pulled something like this was a few years ago, when we left half of a take and bake pizza on the kitchen counter unattended overnight. The only incriminating evidence we found was a little tomato sauce on the kitchen floor, and a happy dog.

Candygram. . ..telegram. . .plumber? Nope. Dog. . .. Nope. Land Shark.

Faster Than A Speeding Garbage Can

Scra-a-a-a-a-ppe! What was that! Looking out the window, there's the source of that fingernails-on-chalkboard scraping sound! An eastbound garbage rollcart being pushed along by the east wind. There it goes, into the Fujii berry field. Someone didn't secure their garbage can!

Missing your rollcart? Just go out into the berry field and take your pick. Along with assorted recycling curbies, Olde English bottles, you name it. I'm sure Dorothy and Toto stopped by there on the way to Oz.

Man, it's cold out there! I'm going to chicken out tonight and put out our garbage tomorrow morning. For some reason, however, our dog loves the cold wind. He doesn't want to come inside! But he ain't going out there again tonight. No way, dog.

Speaking of "faster than a speeding garbage can", tonight's city council meeting lasted only 20 minutes! Must be a new record. When I came back from the meeting, the Mrs. asked, "What are you doing here?" I said the meeting was short. The Mrs. then said, "No, I'm serious. What are you doing here?" *sigh* you can't please everyone.

Did I make good use of that new-found spare time on my hands? Heck, no. I watched American Idol .

The People You Meet At Dog Parks

"The Poop Nazi", The "Pug Posse", "Womyn of the Wolf" are just a few of the dog people you'll run into at the typical dog park, according to this thread at Cyburbia forums. So true! I've seen all of these!

Hat Tip to pagentsprogress.com, which had its own entertaining take on dog owners and their behavior at dog parks, "Some People That Shouldn't Go To The Dog Park". "The Nanny","The Bully", and "The Loner" are a few dog owner types you might recognize from your own visits to the local dog park.

Woof!

Dogs Are Awesome!!

If there's one thing that folks on both the left and right sides of the political spectrum can agree upon, it's that dogs are awesome!
Radio talk show host and constitutional lawyer Mark Levin has created a web site that celebrates dogs and the people who love them . The stories people have posted about their dogs and the mutual devotion between humans and dogs are inspiring, happy and sad at the same time.

Personally, these stories have reminded me of the wonderful blessing our dog, George W. brings to us every day. Here he is in a picture from last year. I was getting ready to load the car for a trip to the beach. George refused to get out of the back! There was no way he was going to miss ANY ride in the car!