Posted on 10/09/2017 11:44:33 AM PDT by mairdie
Mixed doctors and companions in Enya's "White is in the Winter Night"
Lynn-Dah-The-Dog was a Lab/Chow mix who absolutely LOVED Pink Floyd’s 20 minute opus “Dogs” from their album “Animals”. She would sit there in front of the speaker with her ears up, and tilt her head this way...and then that way, for the entire song.
Odie (a Maltese), who looked a lot like your dog, loved to ride the Harley with me.
Torey, the Border Collie/Jack Russel mix was so smart that she could howl on pitch during my vocal exercises.
Preston the Samoyed was an excellent Shedder and OD’d on Valium (Angell Memorial saved his life!)
My current BFF is Penny-The-Prancing-Pitbull, and I sing her name to her using the tune of “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer”, which brings us around to the ORIGINAL intent of this thread (LOL) the cultural trappings of Christmas, which are part of the American landscape, and which the left would love to take away from us! :-)
>>the cultural trappings of Christmas, which are part of the American landscape, and which the left would love to take away from us!
And which we won’t let them!! All in for a rousing chorus of Jingle Bells!
I’ve seen a German Shepherd on a motorcycle, but I bet the Maltese was a lot cuter! Wouldn’t happen to have a picture????
The hug at the end was the one I meant. I didn’t properly state which one.
There was plenty of heartbreak in that hug.
That was the perfect ending just sitting there to be properly used.
Nothing like a song that keeps repeating “Goodbye.” Sorry I was confused. I watched her whole series several times. A lovely lady and a real loss.
Bookmarking for later
I have had several dogs, all the outdoor type.
My wife had a Jack Russell she kept in the house.
As our kids had gotten older she wanted someone around as I was a long haul trucker.
She said something about a baby, I told her to get a dog.
When I came home at the end of the month I quietly crept into the house at 6 am while everyone was still asleep.
Suddenly there was a ball of growling fury attached to my ankle! And it wouldn’t let go!
My wife ran into the room and disengaged the furball from my ankle.
That home time was a disaster. Dang dog spent the whole three days growling at me.
It took four months for the mutt to realise I belonged there.
Unfortunately after my wife died the dog was never the same. Wouldn’t go outside even though I had a dog door for it to use. She started urinating on the floor, then I had to watch where I stepped because she would poo on the floor.
I was trying to work through my own grief and it was too much.
I found her a nice home and let her go.
I do, but it is in a frame, and I don’t have a scanner.
It’s from back in the days of that ancient medium called “FILM”.
(((Just imagine a Maltese, in a fringed leather jacket with red bandanna lining, sitting in a shopping basket on the back Seat of my Harley)))
>>imagine a Maltese, in a fringed leather jacket with red bandanna lining
I CAN!! I CAN!!
Maltese are terrific little dogs.
Once she accepted me was a very nice dog. My wife spoiled her rotten and I didn’t go that distance.
When my wife was in the hospital the last time the pooch knew something was wrong.
I loved truck driving. I got to see every state and a good part of Canada. I met great people and not so great people. Saw beautiful country, drove in every type of weather.
37 feet is a big vehicle for someone not used to it.
Pulling a 57 foot trailer I had a hard time driving my pickup truck while home.
I had a Dodge with 4 speed + overdrive. I was always trying to shift into 6th gear. NOT GOOD!
And backing up was a nightmare. I would subconsciously steer the way I did in the rig.
The kids would laugh their butts off.
In a few years I am going to outfit a van and tour the country. Off the interstate highways, all US and state routes.
That is a nice looking friend you have there.
Isn’t that coloration called brindle?
My son had a pit that color and it was a great friend. He had to get rid of it when he moved into a rental house. The landlord wouldn’t allow pit bulls.
Yes...Penny is a brindle.
I have seen boxers with that coloring too.
I have encountered restrictions too, especially in Florida Senior Housing.
No dogs over 20 pounds.
No Pits or Pit Mixes.
At one point, Lynn-dah (a Lab mix) and I were facing homelessness.
The manger of my current trailer home park met Penny and fell in love with her.
Have you seen the Donna character *I forget her name) doing a youtube with Tony Blair? Funny stuff ... there is also a youtube of Tennant doing a sub teacher role on English Lit, with the gal as an harassing student.
Tennant and Catherine Tate: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WxB1gB6K-2A
Catherine Tate and Tony Blair: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfkjvagVsRI
That’s a great picture of you and Penny!
That pond is less than 2 miles from our house. We go there all the time.
It has some slightly challenging trails, a fishing dock, a boat ramp that’s handicapped-Accessible, and some nice woods.
We love to walk together, and I think the joy shows in both of our faces!
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