[nuconvert]

"For one thing, the house contains the most wondrous thing in the world: the kitchen counter. One time a piece of turkey fell off of it. The dogs still regularly visit the spot where it landed, in case it shows up again. There's an invisible Dog Historic Marker there."

LOL

[upchuck]

My dog Snoopy, that's him to the right, spends most of his time transcribing my thoughts.

Which means he works very little :) In which case he's sleeping.

[DH]

My old dog, Sandy (who died a couple of weeks ago at 17 years of age) was so into the Al Gore thing that whe did the same thing each morning that we do when we get up, drink coffee and check our email. She had a slightly different twist however, she would go outside, walk up to our mailbox by the road and check her "PEEMAIL."

She was able to read whatever came in the peemail overnight and spend much of her time sniffing (reading) it.

[apackof2]

There's an invisible Dog Historic Marker there.

True except in my Maddie's case its a spot anywhere that a very lucky varmit somehow managed to escape her "jaws of death". She will return to that exact spot loking for the one "who got away"

[TC Rider]

[mercy]

Well!!

SOME people have really stupid dogs. MY dogs are multi-taskers. Their current main function (to their mind) is the eradication of the Armadillo that is methodically rototilling my entire 1 acre yard. (We don't count the surrounding many acres of wilderness.

However there is some dissension on this point as Third dog (who is actually to her mind First dog) believes that sitting under the trees and barking at the squirrel is the primary focus around here and that the Armadillo is just play time.

Anyway, after several bouts of squirrel harassment during the day they settle down after sunset in their beds along the back french doors to do guard duty. The wiley Armadillo has become quite leery of coming out before 11:00 or so. They take turns standing guard but for dinner time where they assume their accustomed place under the table waiting for bites.

After dinner they go back to the french doors. Until about 10:30 which is THEIR dinner time. After, they do another few minutes at the french doors until that stupid smooth thing comes out.

First dog is always the one to spot it. I think he has the best eyes. How providential that it is time for them to go out and potty anyway. They all rush out ( I have learned to stand well to the side of the door as the combined weight of the three of them is about 240 pounds and my knees are shiite these days).


After rolling the hapless smooth thing around a bit (just try grabbing up an Armadillo sometime) it invariably escapes to one of its eight or so holes in the wilderness I call the back yard. (Hey! I mowed once this year) Once the smooth thing is gone under the rock or down hole #2a they dutifully water the appropriate trees and come inside.

Well that's a lot for one post regarding such magnificent dogs. Maybe sometime I will tell you about riding in the pickup truck which is what these canines were REALLY made for.

[Boxsford]

a main dog and backup dog? LOL!

[Boxsford]

and, you know nu, speaking of Seinfeld (and you have in the past)this story sort of has a correlation between dogs and men. Jerry Seinfeld admits himself what men are thinking about--'nothing'. think about it--historic marker; kitchen counter....food! ;)