Saturday, April 25, 2009

Dog Thoughts

The dog of my youth was a cairn terrier named Spot, who cried when I cried, ran joyfully around the house when we returned from a trip, and assassinated rats.

My friend sometimes left her black standard poodle with me while she worked. Gaia was the most intelligent of dogs, and would lay her head on my leg when she needed to go out. When I spoke, she cocked her head to one side, pretending to understand everything I said.

Years ago, I painted a portrait of three dogs, one of which was totally blind. When it was rounded up for a reference photo, the dog took one whiff of me and ran away. My reference shot turned out to be the owner running down the street after that ungrateful mutt.

My niece’s black terri-poo, Dexter, loved organic chicken from the health food store. When I had him over, he slept at the foot of my bed, and chased his tail each morning when I awoke. Was he happy to see me or the chicken breakfast sure to follow?


jadahari said...

spot is XTREME Cute.

i posted my first in months -

Sheree Rensel said...

You made me realize some of us recount our lives via the dogs we have had. For me, there was "Friendly" a black lab we found running down the freeway. Then there was my sweet "Teddy". I bought her when I was 20 years old. She was a golden retriever mixed with St. Bernard. Ah, yes, imagine that! She was the smartest, most loyal, prettiest dog I have ever owned. Sshhhhhhhhhh. Don't tell "Gizmo". He is my dog now. He is my man. He is almost 13 years old. I can't remember NOT having him here with me. He isn't the smartest dog. However, he is the most predictable. He has been a true friend. Oh! You mentioned catching rats. It made me think of my "Gizmo, Wizard of Wizzlewolf". He is a very macho Yorkshire Terrier. He will take on citrus rats, opossums, and anything else that moves in our backyard even though he is nearly blind. He smells his way around!!! LOL

drak said...

arte y tortas aqui