BTW, love that pic of Molly with her head buried in the snow. Being privileged enough to share in a dog's pure joie de vie and sheer delight at "getting amongst it" is one of life's most underrated pleasures.
Except of course when it involves rolling in those huge bird poos that straw-necked ibises drop all over the local playing fields.
BTW, love that pic of Molly with her head buried in the snow. Being privileged enough to share in a dog's pure joie de vie and sheer delight at "getting amongst it" is one of life's most underrated pleasures.
Except of course when it involves rolling in those huge bird poos that straw-necked ibises drop all over the local playing fields.
We are pleased to report a marked improvement in the last 24 hours in both appetite and bodily functions.
Bob indicated his desire to go out this morning so we enjoyed our first walkies together in over a week.
And yes Houston, we have poo! Quite a lot. He fell over twice in the attempt and managed to sit in one deposit. Given the logistical problems involved in being a dog trying to shit when you're right hind leg is out of action, it's hard to see how he could have achieved a result before now.
Yay! Go Bob! Shit, Bob, shit!
How's his get-along? Is walkies a sort of lurching affair? Glad he's feeling better, at any rate.
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.........Except of course when it involves rolling in those huge bird poos that straw-necked ibises drop all over the local playing fields.
I hate it when that happens. Wait, I mean "Holy shit! You have straw-necked ibises on your playing fields!"
Here in Oakland we have pigeons, seagulls and dead people.
The pictures really don't do it justice, since it just looks like they're just looking. But it's this really, really intensely focused stare where they'll sometimes stand completely still while while they stare down whatever it is. I believe I read somewhere that it's one of the few traits they're bred for.
These days, Molly usually gives the eye to a yellow frisbee that she has just recently (as in the last couple of days) started to catch in the air.
His new nickname is Hop- Along Bob. Recovery is now happening apace. He's got a bit of the circus dog about him. Likes to dance around on his hind legs (attempted this today) and does vertical jumps up to about 4 feet off the ground from a standing start. How the hell am I supposed to control these behaviors? Not to mention the blitz thing the bichons do. Which is what he was doing when he injured himself.
He also had a go at his fuck buddy tonight. An old quilt he moulds into an appropriate shape (did I mention he's also a soft materials constructionist?) and tries to screw (he's desexed). Kinda like the canine equivalent of a blow-up doll.
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You have straw-necked ibises on your playing fields!"
Here in Oakland we have pigeons, seagulls and dead people.
The ibises eat grubs that pupate in the soil and the birds dig them out to feed on.
My encounters with dead people are on the street. Two in the last year. One dying (me and some dude did CPR to no effect) and another just a couple of weeks ago who I had to check for vital signs because the woman who enlisted my help was too scared to go near him (he was just shit-faced fortunately). Although there was the burning woman in the park last summer. Luckily I didn't witness that one.
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To which I add:
<snip>
You know about Footrot Flats. Yep a whole comic strip about a border collie. They made a move of it too.
His new nickname is Hop- Along Bob. Recovery is now happening apace. He's got a bit of the circus dog about him. Likes to dance around on his hind legs (attempted this today) and does vertical jumps up to about 4 feet off the ground from a standing start. How the hell am I supposed to control these behaviors?
Unfortunately, there is only one solution to this: change his name to Harrison and cover him in weights.
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You know about Footrot Flats. Yep a whole comic strip about a border collie. They made a move of it too.
Yes, the picture is a bit photoshopped. Why? Because it was for a project last year. My dog, a like Molly, loves the snow. She is a Bouvier-Noir, and her breed is used for people who need seeing eye dogs. She is very smart, and fat
It sounds mean, but it's a really versatile lyric.
I loved that song as a little kid (the Rolf Harris version) and based a "book" I wrote (and illustrated) on it when I was about 7 or 8. I still have it.
I think you should change the verse (There's a green one......etc) to:
There's black and white ones
And black and white ones
And black and white ones
And black and white ones.
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My dog, a like Molly, loves the snow. She is a Bouvier-Noir, and her breed is used for people who need seeing eye dogs. She is very smart, and fat
Never heard of the breed but love the oooh la la name.
Reminds me of the time Bob visited the local branch of Alliançe Francaise in search of his French roots.
But those damn Frenchies treated him like a doormat.
Last year I was at the local renaissance festival and was stunned to see a little gang of sheep tripping across the hill nipping at the tourist-trampled grass, looking mildly cross at a whistling noise floating through the air. I was all like "What the hell's happening??" when I saw a janky black shape shoot out and hang a hard left, a harder right, finally snapping to a halt like a fighter jet on the deck of an aircraft carrier. BAM! dead stop.
Of course it was a border collie.
Turns out that I was seeing a demonstration of border collies at work, herding sheep. The dogs didn't look overjoyed at having real sheep to work, they looked intent and businesslike... this is what they do for a living.
What's funny is, this little pack of demonstration sheep *almost* seem to have learned what the whistles meant... often moving to the intended spot before the dog had time to "work them".
get used to some major activity--i had a family friend that used theirs for cattle and on the off times, the mom would tell "shelly" to get the kids and she would go through the neighborhood rounding up the kids. it was hilarious. the dog would go door to door bark and "herd" the kids home. funny funny, thought it was a trick. the dog i guess tell which "hood" in the area they were by smell. awesome animal very smart and a great family pet. a bit active but sweet
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Except of course when it involves rolling in those huge bird poos that straw-necked ibises drop all over the local playing fields.
BTW, love that pic of Molly with her head buried in the snow. Being privileged enough to share in a dog's pure joie de vie and sheer delight at "getting amongst it" is one of life's most underrated pleasures.
Except of course when it involves rolling in those huge bird poos that straw-necked ibises drop all over the local playing fields.
She's quite the snow dog.
Quick update.
We are pleased to report a marked improvement in the last 24 hours in both appetite and bodily functions.
Bob indicated his desire to go out this morning so we enjoyed our first walkies together in over a week.
And yes Houston, we have poo! Quite a lot. He fell over twice in the attempt and managed to sit in one deposit. Given the logistical problems involved in being a dog trying to shit when you're right hind leg is out of action, it's hard to see how he could have achieved a result before now.
Yay! Go Bob! Shit, Bob, shit!
How's his get-along? Is walkies a sort of lurching affair? Glad he's feeling better, at any rate.
.........Except of course when it involves rolling in those huge bird poos that straw-necked ibises drop all over the local playing fields.
I hate it when that happens. Wait, I mean "Holy shit! You have straw-necked ibises on your playing fields!"
Here in Oakland we have pigeons, seagulls and dead people.
She's quite the snow dog.
She looks like she suspects there might be some elk showing up soon that will require herding.
The pictures really don't do it justice, since it just looks like they're just looking. But it's this really, really intensely focused stare where they'll sometimes stand completely still while while they stare down whatever it is. I believe I read somewhere that it's one of the few traits they're bred for.
These days, Molly usually gives the eye to a yellow frisbee that she has just recently (as in the last couple of days) started to catch in the air.
How's his get-along?
His new nickname is Hop- Along Bob. Recovery is now happening apace. He's got a bit of the circus dog about him. Likes to dance around on his hind legs (attempted this today) and does vertical jumps up to about 4 feet off the ground from a standing start. How the hell am I supposed to control these behaviors? Not to mention the blitz thing the bichons do. Which is what he was doing when he injured himself.
He also had a go at his fuck buddy tonight. An old quilt he moulds into an appropriate shape (did I mention he's also a soft materials constructionist?) and tries to screw (he's desexed). Kinda like the canine equivalent of a blow-up doll.
You have straw-necked ibises on your playing fields!"
Here in Oakland we have pigeons, seagulls and dead people.
The ibises eat grubs that pupate in the soil and the birds dig them out to feed on.
My encounters with dead people are on the street. Two in the last year. One dying (me and some dude did CPR to no effect) and another just a couple of weeks ago who I had to check for vital signs because the woman who enlisted my help was too scared to go near him (he was just shit-faced fortunately). Although there was the burning woman in the park last summer. Luckily I didn't witness that one.
To which I add:
<snip>
You know about Footrot Flats. Yep a whole comic strip about a border collie. They made a move of it too.
His new nickname is Hop- Along Bob. Recovery is now happening apace. He's got a bit of the circus dog about him. Likes to dance around on his hind legs (attempted this today) and does vertical jumps up to about 4 feet off the ground from a standing start. How the hell am I supposed to control these behaviors?
Unfortunately, there is only one solution to this: change his name to Harrison and cover him in weights.
You know about Footrot Flats. Yep a whole comic strip about a border collie. They made a move of it too.
Oooooooh. Very cool.
Unfortunately, there is only one solution to this: change his name to Harrison and cover him in weights.
I was thinking of an anvil attached by a foot long length of rope.
Stitches out and all well. He was a bit peeved because it wasn't our usual vet on duty and he didn't get a treat at the end.
So here's the World Famous Li'l Bobby Dog Song. It can be sung to any tune or musical style, or spoken as a poem.
He's a Li'l Bobby Dog
He's doing Bobby Dog things;
He's snifflin' and he's snufflin'
And he's eating chicky wings.
He's a Li'l Bobby Dog
He's a happy kind of chap
He likes a bit of lovin'
When he jumps up on your lap.
There's a third verse about his penchant for singing to the slide guitar solo in John Hiatt's "Lipstick Sunset" but it still needs work.
So what's Molly's Song midwinter? Let's hear it!
So what's Molly's Song midwinter? Let's hear it!
It's a continual improv of the Malvina Reynolds song "Little Boxes." I should record it at some point... But the lyrics have usually gone something like this:
Molly Collie on the hillside
Molly Collie made of other collies
And they're all made out of collies
And they all look just the same
There's a green one
And a pink one
And a blue one
And a yellow one
And they're all made out of collies
And they all look just the same
It sounds mean, but it's a really versatile lyric.
Yes, the picture is a bit photoshopped. Why? Because it was for a project last year. My dog, a like Molly, loves the snow. She is a Bouvier-Noir, and her breed is used for people who need seeing eye dogs. She is very smart, and fat
here's another one i just took today:
It's a continual improv of the Malvina Reynolds song "Little Boxes." I should record it at some point... But the lyrics have usually gone something like this:
Molly Collie on the hillside
Molly Collie made of other collies
And they're all made out of collies
And they all look just the same
There's a green one
And a pink one
And a blue one
And a yellow one
And they're all made out of collies
And they all look just the same
It sounds mean, but it's a really versatile lyric.
I loved that song as a little kid (the Rolf Harris version) and based a "book" I wrote (and illustrated) on it when I was about 7 or 8. I still have it.
I think you should change the verse (There's a green one......etc) to:
There's black and white ones
And black and white ones
And black and white ones
And black and white ones.
My dog, a like Molly, loves the snow. She is a Bouvier-Noir, and her breed is used for people who need seeing eye dogs. She is very smart, and fat
Never heard of the breed but love the oooh la la name.
Reminds me of the time Bob visited the local branch of Alliançe Francaise in search of his French roots.
But those damn Frenchies treated him like a doormat.
Singing Bob and friend.
Unfortunately, there is only one solution to this: change his name to Harrison and cover him in weights.
What about the glasses and thought disrupting earphones?
What about the glasses and thought disrupting earphones?
You don't have yours already?
Of course it was a border collie.
Turns out that I was seeing a demonstration of border collies at work, herding sheep. The dogs didn't look overjoyed at having real sheep to work, they looked intent and businesslike... this is what they do for a living.
What's funny is, this little pack of demonstration sheep *almost* seem to have learned what the whistles meant... often moving to the intended spot before the dog had time to "work them".
You don't have yours already?
Well of course not, my thoughts are... (BRANG, CLANG, GOOOOOOOOOOONG).......
um... what ... uh... oh yeah... vote Democratic.
Nick
I see there's still a bit of work to be done on the whole fetch thing.