Sunday, November 23, 2014

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

What's Better?

To have friends there to send you off?

Or, to be greeted by friends on your return?

Monday, November 17, 2014

Monday Memories

Baby Sable at two months of age scolds her big sister Lucy.  Maybe she was claiming ownership of Kong?

Thursday, November 13, 2014

My Baby Is 11 Years Old Today

It doesn't seem possible that my Sable could be 11 years old today.  She had five siblings.  One of which is a yellow Lab named Spike that my brother adopted.  Her mother is still alive as well. Unfortunately, like so many, Sable never knew her father.
Sable has been a great dog especially since the woodwork and wall plaster eating puppy days have passed.  Sable likes to eat, swim, eat, and sleep.  She's never been a barker unlike her Uncle Joe.  I can still see her at Lucy's side when she came to live with us on New Years Eve 2003.
Happy Birthday Sable!

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Joe's Just A Flirt



 Joe likes to chase.  He often shows interest in Golden's.  Does he remember Lucy?
 I'm sure he has some good lines and lays it on thick.
But when it comes to a commitment, he turns and runs.

Monday, November 10, 2014

A Tense Day At The Park

Sunday was a gorgeous day and I could not avoid taking Sable and Joe to the park.  I waited till later in the day thinking that the crowds might clear out but that was not the case.  I prefer going at day break.  Sable stays by my side.  She shows no interest in other dogs now like she used to do.  She will tolerate them around sniffing to some degree.  Joe, on the other hand, is at full throttle as soon as the gate is closed and the leash is off.  I can not keep up with him.  He's out chasing and getting chased. So I am concerned when I hear dogs starting to fight thinking that Joe could be in the middle of it all.  I was a bit unnerved when two or three dogs got in an all out fight as their owners stood by but relieved Joe was on the other side of the park.  Soon one owner was whipping the dogs with a leash while another was cussing and bystanders yelling "YOU DON"T HIT DOGS".  I heard one man tell another that he wanted his phone number after examining his dog.  He said why your dog started it and then another confrontation begins.  I was thinking "Sunday Bloody Sunday" might be the title of my blog post.  One never knows these days what will happen in a large crowd.  I don't go to concerts, sporting events, or mega churches anymore.  I might  have to return to my early morning time slot at the park as well.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

An Alarm Clock Named Joe

 It starts with a menacing stare and slight growl.
 Then the growl becomes louder and a bit threatening.
Eventually, it becomes  "get your ass out of bed it's Sunday" barking.