Pit Bull Blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TtGT2apOlKw&feature=player_embedded#! ^ | 8-21-10 | Me

[Brad’s Gramma]

Woof!

[Salamander]

Amen to that.

I’ve met “trainers” that just made me stop and stare in mute shock....and they’re getting paid big money to ruin people’s dogs.

I can’t go on vacation because of my Ibizans.

I trust _no one_ to observe the hard and fast RULES “NO off lead. NO unfenced yard. NO loud voices. NO small “prey-like” animals in their presence.”
[-one- little slip up and I could easily have a flattened dog on the road]

I do have a business card from a very serious woman who comes to *your* house, observes *your* pre-stated rules and tends the dogs in *their* own home.

If I -had- to go away for more than 10 hours, for some reason, I’d call her.

[Brad’s Gramma]

All is well.... Not to worry.., I’m just a sap for big dawgs...

[Brad’s Gramma]

I’m sure you remember Texas Cowboy???

That brat would find pictures of the biggest baddest snakes he could & email them to me...

;)

Boy, I miss him...

[JoeProBono]

I made my own self cry!

[Lil Flower]

Oh my that video is so sweet! You know, you can’t make people change their mind. They are gonna believe what they want regardless. I love my bulldog with all my heart. And even though we’ve had several different breeds over the years, none have been as sweet, loving, or wanted to please more or be loved more, than our bulldog Rufus.

[JoeProBono]

[Lil Flower]

[JoeProBono]

[TheOldLady]

AAAArrggghhh! Kitten claws in the nose! Kitten claws, sharper than the finest needle!

Good dog really does love his kitty.

[TheOldLady]

[and I just made the horrible mistake of sticking my hand near Odin's mouth as he was eating his bloody breakfast steak and drew back a stump hand full of smoochy 'Thank you for the meat, Mom" slobber.

Awww. He's a beautiful boy.

[Salamander]

He’s a hundred pound lovey-dovey lap dog.
[I think he hasn’t comprehended the size change from puppy to adult]

I only weigh 103 and one day, hubby will find me squashed flat on the sofa, “loved to death”.

Every morning I wake up with numb, paralyzed legs because he sleeps with his giant head across my hips and his ‘arm’ wrapped tightly around my waist.

[you never know...I might actually slip out of bed without his knowledge and be separated from him briefly, God forbid]

On the upside, the odds of somebody kidnapping me in my sleep are pretty slim.

:::rolls eyes:::

Dobermanns are called “velcro dogs”.

He’s gone way beyond velcro to super glue.

[Slings and Arrows]

That he does.

[Brad’s Gramma]

Oh Joe......I just now watched it....that is something else.

I’m sending it, mass email...to “the world”.

[Brad’s Gramma]

BLOOD SUCKERS???????

Oh. I think NOT!

[Brad’s Gramma]

Oh geeeez....I know a family, who years ago...had three of those dobies. TOTALLY well trained. I’m NOT afraid of big dogs...but going in to their home, having the 3 of them surround you is mighty intimidating.

Says she, with a couple of GSD’s......

[Brad’s Gramma]

Some people shouldn’t even own a photo of a dog.

Very well put. I know someone like that....

[Brad’s Gramma]

LOOK AT THAT POOR FRIGHTENED CHILD!!!!!!!!!

:)

[Brad’s Gramma]

LOL!!!

[JoeProBono]

Do you think Shibumi is ignoring me - perhaps because I'm verbally handicapped?

[Brad’s Gramma]

I’m ignoring you!!! ;) :)