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Discussion in 'The Club House' started by JW357, May 22, 2013.
Going out for walks.
That’s a lot of good years.Sorry got your loss.
Sorry to hear that winds.
"It's hot out here. Me and this frisbee are takin' a break for a minute!"
Thanks! We had Newfoundlands for many years, but after they passed on we picked up this gal, a Miniature American Shepherd.
Looks like those hind legs are splayed completely backwards. Over the years, I've noticed most dogs seem to do this, on long-bladed, thick grass. Must be something about how cool and comforting it is. A bit like "snow angels" for dogs, but on grass.
^ Looks like a happy pup, there. Completely ready for the next toss, but happy enough that you're utterly bushed and can't gear up for another throw just yet.
Growing up, I recall my old terrier being up for most anything for a few years. But, as the years went on and he accumulated birthdays, it become more frequent that an inopportune toss (as in, one too many) would earn me a look from him that could freeze lava: "Yeah, like I'm gonna hike out there yet again ... I've been doin' all the work here, pal. Time for you to run around for a few minutes!" Great little guy. Passed on decades ago.
She will play the frisbee game ALL day long and pulls off some moves while in the air that make my body hurt! She also likes to snatch it away when you reach down for it....a bit mischievous for sure.
Thanks all for your posts: they bring a smile and a tear for me.
I have been without for over five years now, and will likely be without for the rest of my life - unless God intervenes as He did with our last two dogs. To be sure, we have two very loving (formerly feral) barn cats and two (also loving) aging horses (much like us).
Thought I'd post a pic or two or more from happier times: Larger one is Fi (pure-bred Great Dane) and Scruffy (Terrier/Chihuahua mix).
That dog has no ears. LOL
I feel like this a lot lately!
Oh, well there's a likely suspect, yeah?
You can just see the little wheels turning in the mind, working out how to get around those constraints. And wondering when the next load of bacon's getting picked up from the grocery, of course.
A friend had a Chow-chow, years ago. In the yard, there was this narrower "funnel" area where it pinched down to ~10ft or so between fence and house. That dog decided the ol' toss-the-Frisbee game was all work and much play. Decided to turn the tables on me: see if he could run past me through the "funnel." Me doing all the work to catch him before he got through, of course. Now, he could play that game all day long. I've never had so many grass stains, nor seen a dog so jumping-in-the-air happy as that one. A quiet, independent little guy, but boy did he light up when he realized he could never get caught in that game. (Made my body hurt, that one did. But loads of fun.)
"They should be home by now!"
Long day over, tired after barking at the post man, the delivery man, people walking past the house, barking for dinner, at the neighbor dog....
Shadow at about 1 year old. She just finished obedience training and headed off to gun school soon. She definitely at that "Lunk Head" stage.