The Dog House

So good to see the happy faces. I have a secret love for scotties (that is one, isn't it?). Maybe it started with some magnets I had as a child. And, look, a corgi (or corgi mix)!
All those white pearly teeth in the dog smiles..

Oh, I had those Scottie magnets when I was a child too, osso. Weren't they a pair--a black Scottie and a white one? And the dogs were each standing on the magnetic base. I loved playing with them.

I think mine were both black but I'm not sure. And yes re the magnetic base. Those kept me happy for quite a while. Or so I think.

local dog park = happiest place on earth...

Such a face.

That was Hansen. Here's the love of his life, Sally -

Your Sally is beautiful, Vonny.

I have a Sally who is the best little pal in the world. She is a Jack Russell terrier mix. Sorry I don't have any photos of her. I lost most of my photos when I got a new computer. Sigh.

I have at least one Sally photo somewhere, Diane, and I think Dys posted a couple on a2k too. I'll look around a little later today to see what I can find.

Oh thank you, Jo.

Sally's a good name for a dog! The Sally I knew personally was a beautiful border collie - she was a rescue dog, really wonderful - she only had one bad habit, herding people! She once chased a bunch of schoolgirls across a field in the park, circling them as if they were sheep - we were ill with laughter! Fortunately they saw the funny side of it too!

Vonny, that must have been an hilarious sight. Border collies can't help themselves, can they?

My border collie of Long ago, Morgan, was the same way. If we went for a walk, she circled around me. If we met our dog-walking friends, she wanted to herd all the people and the dogs.

But Vonny's comment about being ill with laughter reminded me of another incident when Morgan was still just a pup (she was born in September, 1980). The university i worked for had been closed down for the weather for the first time in its history. So i took Morgan for a walk in the morning, a rare enough event. For those familiar with blizzards, the first snow had been granular, almost like hail, and there was a thin sheet of ice on every flat surface. By then, it was blowing a fierce gale, with blowing snow reducing the visibility. We had just reached the old university high school building, which had a wide concrete walk flanked by oak trees leading to the entrance. A squirrel had just come down out of one of the trees, and due to the poor visibility, didn't see us right away. Morgan and the squirrel saw one another at the same instant, and Morgan tore after the squirrel as the squirrel tore out for the tree. Or, rather, they both tried to tear off--but neither could get a purchase on the sheet of ice. So both animals were furiously pumping their legs, and getting nowhere. Their legs were almost a blur, but they were . . . moving . . . in . . . super . . . slow . . . motion. I was laughing so hard i almost fell down. The squirrel finally made it back to its tree, and Morgan had to give over. She gave me a very reproachful look as she came back to me.