5 thoughts on “Phil thinks this is how Guido greets me when I am back… just pisses on my shoe and walks away unconcerned…”
Barking rat. ;-))
AAAWWWWWW, so cute, truly angelic love.
Though, I noticed it acts a little different than my crew.
Oldest, a 15 year old, female, long haired, long bodied, 10 pound, blond chihuahua, calm, loving mutt, an 8ish week old, found wandering around at the local community college, by my large, beautiful niecelet.
Next, a 12 year old, female, Doberman colored, medium haired, 65 pound, gentle, rescue mutt. Found at a thrift store that doubled as a private shelter. A great watch dog.
Next, another Doberman colored mutt, 8 years old, 33 pounds of Beagle, somethin, somthin’. A pushy sweetheart, great watchdog. Found in a front yard FULL of the MOST hungry, diverse puppy litter you can imagine. Always hungry, has NO physical parasites. Doesn’t know she’s not a big dog. Don’t know how she’s made it this long.
Latest, our 1st male dog (ealy on, the wife set the requirement for bitches, they won’t climb a 6 ft fence to find the bitch in heat, 3 miles upwind and pee EVERYWHERE), a 3/4 Malinois, 1/4 German Shepard (looks 100% Malinois) strategically located in front of Tractor Supply. As the wife goes in, she hears a veteran saying to the conniving, sweet lady holding the bad puppy, “One of those dogs SAVED MY ASS in Afghanistan!”. She walks by. When she comes out, there’s a different veteran, saying “One of those dogs SAVED MY ASS in Irac!”. The wife stops, pets the dog, finds out it’s male and heads for the truck. Now sitting in the driver seat, looking at the terrible woman and the conivingly cute, MALE, puppy, she’s hearing me in her head, “We need a big, bad ass, male dog to fight off the zombies and Orcs that the Deep State and Vax have been creating and importing!” SIGHHH, she knows I’m right and it’s time. Back to the bad, kindly woman with the cute, offending puppy. Pleasant exchanges, gets her phone number.
Gets home, confesses. We call the terrible, nice lady and make an appointment to see her puppy pack of 8.
We show up, the whole family is waiting, mom, dad and 6 brothers and sisters, 6 months to 16 years, one sweet, cutie autistic boy. We exchange pleasantries, look at mom and puppy pack in compound. They’re released and we’re trying to find OUR puppy in the swirling scrum. One soon separates out and plants its ass on my foot. The rest keep zooming around, but this one stays on my foot. He’s made his claim. Yes, a dreaded HIM.
Turns out they are responsible breeders with a kid that let a 50/50 male Malinois/GS yard/guard dog in with pure bred, in heat, Malinois bitch.Voila! Instant litter of 3/4, 1/4 puppies. Pure breds are $2500. our dog is 300, after some discussion, foot percher boy is going home with us. There’s some good stories of his making it, alive, to 2 1/2 years, but I’m already too wordy.
He’s the most fierce, hundred pound, gentle, loving, giant watchdog. The bitches taught him not to be TOO brave after dark, “If we don’t go out to investigate, you stay here too!” Our neighbors trail cams have pictured, 1 bear, 2 wolves, 3 mountain lions (“Those AREN’T in your AREA!!!”, Tn. Wildlife Resource Agency) and tons of Bobcats and some lynx. There are about 3 packs of coyote/wolf hybrids in the area.
The coyotes from old home, San Diego Co. were 30-40 pounds. Here, we will see some 50 pounders. Early on, 8 years ago, we had a dumb coyote scoping out the chicken pen, from the tree line (35 yards). The 300 BO pistol dropped him like a sack of beans. Center line hit, top of chest, he didn’t even twitch. The rest of the yotes got the memo. The only other yote spotted was a 100+ yards away, crossing the driveway, skirting the protected zone, clearly just passing through.
We have 25 acres, surrounded by the only neighbor’s, 400 acres of 35 year old woods, it was clear cut back in ’90. So, the mutts are free range, but rarely go more than a couple hundred yards from the house. We have deer, turkey, skunk, racoon, opossum, armored pillows, squirrel, bunnies, snakes, turtles, Sasquatch and more. If they brazenly show themselves in front of the porch, they get a stern bark and chased, back into the woods. No, they don’t chase them a mile, just several yards into the woods.
SO! Go get a rescue dog, they are the most grateful, appreciative, loving dogs. That way they won’t be murdered at the pound or shelter and they will LOVE you…and need love, walkies, treats, food, rubs, vet visits, you know, dog stuff…HURRY!
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You must have had three cups of coffee this morning… good rant thou! I always get mutts and bitches too, I don’t like my tires and wheels stained nor the outside walls, the wheelbarrow.
I’m so old, I drink coffee all day now. That, and my filter is plugged, broken, lost, ida know. I’m unlikely to fix it though.
Also, I’m shaped by not having “human” kids, just the loyal kind.
Barking rat. ;-))
AAAWWWWWW, so cute, truly angelic love.
Though, I noticed it acts a little different than my crew.
Oldest, a 15 year old, female, long haired, long bodied, 10 pound, blond chihuahua, calm, loving mutt, an 8ish week old, found wandering around at the local community college, by my large, beautiful niecelet.
Next, a 12 year old, female, Doberman colored, medium haired, 65 pound, gentle, rescue mutt. Found at a thrift store that doubled as a private shelter. A great watch dog.
Next, another Doberman colored mutt, 8 years old, 33 pounds of Beagle, somethin, somthin’. A pushy sweetheart, great watchdog. Found in a front yard FULL of the MOST hungry, diverse puppy litter you can imagine. Always hungry, has NO physical parasites. Doesn’t know she’s not a big dog. Don’t know how she’s made it this long.
Latest, our 1st male dog (ealy on, the wife set the requirement for bitches, they won’t climb a 6 ft fence to find the bitch in heat, 3 miles upwind and pee EVERYWHERE), a 3/4 Malinois, 1/4 German Shepard (looks 100% Malinois) strategically located in front of Tractor Supply. As the wife goes in, she hears a veteran saying to the conniving, sweet lady holding the bad puppy, “One of those dogs SAVED MY ASS in Afghanistan!”. She walks by. When she comes out, there’s a different veteran, saying “One of those dogs SAVED MY ASS in Irac!”. The wife stops, pets the dog, finds out it’s male and heads for the truck. Now sitting in the driver seat, looking at the terrible woman and the conivingly cute, MALE, puppy, she’s hearing me in her head, “We need a big, bad ass, male dog to fight off the zombies and Orcs that the Deep State and Vax have been creating and importing!” SIGHHH, she knows I’m right and it’s time. Back to the bad, kindly woman with the cute, offending puppy. Pleasant exchanges, gets her phone number.
Gets home, confesses. We call the terrible, nice lady and make an appointment to see her puppy pack of 8.
We show up, the whole family is waiting, mom, dad and 6 brothers and sisters, 6 months to 16 years, one sweet, cutie autistic boy. We exchange pleasantries, look at mom and puppy pack in compound. They’re released and we’re trying to find OUR puppy in the swirling scrum. One soon separates out and plants its ass on my foot. The rest keep zooming around, but this one stays on my foot. He’s made his claim. Yes, a dreaded HIM.
Turns out they are responsible breeders with a kid that let a 50/50 male Malinois/GS yard/guard dog in with pure bred, in heat, Malinois bitch.Voila! Instant litter of 3/4, 1/4 puppies. Pure breds are $2500. our dog is 300, after some discussion, foot percher boy is going home with us. There’s some good stories of his making it, alive, to 2 1/2 years, but I’m already too wordy.
He’s the most fierce, hundred pound, gentle, loving, giant watchdog. The bitches taught him not to be TOO brave after dark, “If we don’t go out to investigate, you stay here too!” Our neighbors trail cams have pictured, 1 bear, 2 wolves, 3 mountain lions (“Those AREN’T in your AREA!!!”, Tn. Wildlife Resource Agency) and tons of Bobcats and some lynx. There are about 3 packs of coyote/wolf hybrids in the area.
The coyotes from old home, San Diego Co. were 30-40 pounds. Here, we will see some 50 pounders. Early on, 8 years ago, we had a dumb coyote scoping out the chicken pen, from the tree line (35 yards). The 300 BO pistol dropped him like a sack of beans. Center line hit, top of chest, he didn’t even twitch. The rest of the yotes got the memo. The only other yote spotted was a 100+ yards away, crossing the driveway, skirting the protected zone, clearly just passing through.
We have 25 acres, surrounded by the only neighbor’s, 400 acres of 35 year old woods, it was clear cut back in ’90. So, the mutts are free range, but rarely go more than a couple hundred yards from the house. We have deer, turkey, skunk, racoon, opossum, armored pillows, squirrel, bunnies, snakes, turtles, Sasquatch and more. If they brazenly show themselves in front of the porch, they get a stern bark and chased, back into the woods. No, they don’t chase them a mile, just several yards into the woods.
SO! Go get a rescue dog, they are the most grateful, appreciative, loving dogs. That way they won’t be murdered at the pound or shelter and they will LOVE you…and need love, walkies, treats, food, rubs, vet visits, you know, dog stuff…HURRY!
.
You must have had three cups of coffee this morning… good rant thou! I always get mutts and bitches too, I don’t like my tires and wheels stained nor the outside walls, the wheelbarrow.
I’m so old, I drink coffee all day now. That, and my filter is plugged, broken, lost, ida know. I’m unlikely to fix it though.
Also, I’m shaped by not having “human” kids, just the loyal kind.
That doesn’t look like you?