Let me quickly stay the course with Staying the Course by getting this Staying the Course week-opener up. I have thought about writing it all day, but I have been busy, busy, busy. A Mended Hearts meeting, then helping DW prepare homemade beef stew she wanted to make for the whole family (and that meant chopping onions, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, carrots et al), then at dusk taking a walk to get back in practice. There is talk in the family about getting me another golden dawg --- so if that comes to pass, I need to be in better shape to walk her.
Sad thing on my walk -- I saw the same sweet black dog I see about every time I walk -- alone in his back yard, this time with night falling. I see him in mornings and afternoons, same way. Granted, he has it much better than dogs who are chained outdoors, which is cruel in my opinion -- this good dog has an electric fence, a good-sized yard and what looks like a sturdy dog house under a protected overhang up against the house. So he probably would be comfortable out there most of the time -- except in case of a big storm, or extremely cold weather. I just wonder if he ever gets to go inside. I also wonder when he gets love and attention. I have never seen anyone out there petting, praising, and playing with him. When he sees me, he barks a little but I start praising him as a good boy and he starts wagging his tail. A few times, I have probably stepped over a line and gone into his electrified yard to pet him. I am tempted to bring him treats, which probably would be wrong.
But what the hell, dogs are sociable creatures, loving creatures, man's best friend. This boy needs praising and loving. He needs to be able to go in the big house, the people house sometimes, too. Why the devil do some people get dogs and then just use them as inanimate yard ornaments?
If I get a successor to Sadiedawg, you can bet I will cherish my loyal companion.
And yes the stew was excellent and yes I gave Dasher my visiting granddog his fair share of lean beef bites.
Cheers,
SUPERBOB
Sad thing on my walk -- I saw the same sweet black dog I see about every time I walk -- alone in his back yard, this time with night falling. I see him in mornings and afternoons, same way. Granted, he has it much better than dogs who are chained outdoors, which is cruel in my opinion -- this good dog has an electric fence, a good-sized yard and what looks like a sturdy dog house under a protected overhang up against the house. So he probably would be comfortable out there most of the time -- except in case of a big storm, or extremely cold weather. I just wonder if he ever gets to go inside. I also wonder when he gets love and attention. I have never seen anyone out there petting, praising, and playing with him. When he sees me, he barks a little but I start praising him as a good boy and he starts wagging his tail. A few times, I have probably stepped over a line and gone into his electrified yard to pet him. I am tempted to bring him treats, which probably would be wrong.
But what the hell, dogs are sociable creatures, loving creatures, man's best friend. This boy needs praising and loving. He needs to be able to go in the big house, the people house sometimes, too. Why the devil do some people get dogs and then just use them as inanimate yard ornaments?
If I get a successor to Sadiedawg, you can bet I will cherish my loyal companion.
And yes the stew was excellent and yes I gave Dasher my visiting granddog his fair share of lean beef bites.
Cheers,
SUPERBOB