My silly dog has discovered the Great Outdoors
Yrs trly is semi-crippled.
My left knee is bone-on-bone, and needs to be replaced.
It has me hobbling so bad, I can’t take my dog to the park, or even up-the-street.
I haven’t taken her anywhere for about a year. I used to take her to the park three or four times per week.
About all I can do is walk her around my property every night, and that hurts.
She’s an active dog. She’a always showing me her harness, which signified the park.
I have 4.7 acres, and we allowed it to reforest. It’s partially woods.
Perhaps five years ago my wife and I (my wife was still alive at that time) decided to fence a large part of our property; five-foot chainlink.
Maybe three acres, $16,000.
Best investment we ever made.
I can let the dog out to roam without worrying about her getting clobbered on the highway, a state road where everyone exceeds the speed limit.
I’ve had motorcycles pass my house at 100+ mph — except the blatting Harleys, which might make 80.
I’ve had cars go by at 70 or so.
The speed limit is 40.
I think the world of my dog — she’s very attached to me. Having her run over by a speeder is not an image I want.
Not able to take her to the park, I had a very depressed dog. I’d get the hang-dog look.
But I think the Great Outdoors has reversed that.
The dog barks to go out, she zips out, and disappears.
She’s merrily hunting rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks and moles.
I try to call her in, but she’s busy.
“What do I wanna do? Go inside to be with my master, or stay out here and hunt?”
She hunts.
• My current dog is “Scarlett” (two “Ts,” as in Scarlett O’Hara), a rescue Irish-Setter. She’s eleven, and is my sixth Irish-Setter, a high-energy dog. (A “rescue Irish Setter” is an Irish Setter rescued from a bad home; e.g. abusive or a puppy-mill. [Scarlett was from a failed backyard breeder.] By getting a rescue-dog, we avoid puppydom, but the dog is often messed up. —Scarlett isn't bad. She’s my fourth rescue.)
• My wife died of cancer April 17th, 2012. I miss her dearly.
My left knee is bone-on-bone, and needs to be replaced.
It has me hobbling so bad, I can’t take my dog to the park, or even up-the-street.
I haven’t taken her anywhere for about a year. I used to take her to the park three or four times per week.
About all I can do is walk her around my property every night, and that hurts.
She’s an active dog. She’a always showing me her harness, which signified the park.
I have 4.7 acres, and we allowed it to reforest. It’s partially woods.
Perhaps five years ago my wife and I (my wife was still alive at that time) decided to fence a large part of our property; five-foot chainlink.
Maybe three acres, $16,000.
Best investment we ever made.
I can let the dog out to roam without worrying about her getting clobbered on the highway, a state road where everyone exceeds the speed limit.
I’ve had motorcycles pass my house at 100+ mph — except the blatting Harleys, which might make 80.
I’ve had cars go by at 70 or so.
The speed limit is 40.
I think the world of my dog — she’s very attached to me. Having her run over by a speeder is not an image I want.
Not able to take her to the park, I had a very depressed dog. I’d get the hang-dog look.
But I think the Great Outdoors has reversed that.
The dog barks to go out, she zips out, and disappears.
She’s merrily hunting rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks and moles.
I try to call her in, but she’s busy.
“What do I wanna do? Go inside to be with my master, or stay out here and hunt?”
She hunts.
• My current dog is “Scarlett” (two “Ts,” as in Scarlett O’Hara), a rescue Irish-Setter. She’s eleven, and is my sixth Irish-Setter, a high-energy dog. (A “rescue Irish Setter” is an Irish Setter rescued from a bad home; e.g. abusive or a puppy-mill. [Scarlett was from a failed backyard breeder.] By getting a rescue-dog, we avoid puppydom, but the dog is often messed up. —Scarlett isn't bad. She’s my fourth rescue.)
• My wife died of cancer April 17th, 2012. I miss her dearly.
Labels: Dogs
posted by BobbaLew at 2:03 PM
2 Comments:
And this IS Baby Bunny Rabbit time. We have large raptors circling the sky every afternoon looking for those cute baby bunnies who say, "I'll just stand very still right here in the grass and nobody will see me..."
Ans everyone is served; the world is not overrun by rabbits and the big bird is served supper. God's in his Heaven--- All's right with the word. (Rob't Browning, Pippa Passes)
I was kind enough to not say the dog was also hunting baby robins. She gets about three or four every year. She gets more baby robins than anything.
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