With everyone reminiscing about their departed pets I am forced to relive a long, difficult time from my own past. For 17 years I was under the spell of Ginger, an English Cocker Spaniel. She was a gentle tyrant, but a tyrant nonetheless. She ruled with an iron paw in a velvet glove. She was a monster in a muppet suit.
Sure, she looks cute, but underneath that ball of fur was an intensely ambitious mastermind, a manipulative genius who had everyone she encountered wrapped around her paw. She instantly owned any room she entered. People would coo and giggle at her antics all the while unaware that she was maneuvering them into giving her treats: cookies, biscuits, anything they had on them. And I was her worst enabler. She could get me to 'reward' her for any behavior. I was putty in her paws. I think she laughed at me behind my back. I remember my wife telling me I had no spine when she once caught me giving Ginger a biscuit after she pooped on the carpet. I was so ashamed...
But I wasn't Ginger's only victim. My Mother-in-law once threw a large Christmas dinner party. She set an exquisite table and kept us all out of the room until everything was ready. We all stood with our mouths agape as she threw the dining room doors open to welcome us in - only to see Ginger standing in the middle of the table eating the ham she had prepared. And what did we do? We laughed. God help us, we laughed.
But ginger's thirst for control was insatiable. She sought greater and greater amounts of power. Imagine my horror when one day I came to the groomers to pick her up when who do I find fawning over her but first-lady Barbara Bush, her handed extended with a treat in it as Ginger mesmerized her with soulful eyes. This was no chance meeting. To this day I am convinced that Ginger had somehow found out which groomer the President's dog frequented when in Maine and coordinated this encounter. What this dog could have done if she got into the White House makes me shiver.
As I said, for 17 years I was subject to the will of this dog. I had no dignity left. No pride. When she passed she left me a heartbroken and lost idiot.
After Ginger, I vowed that I would not allow myself to again be manipulated in such a way by a dog. Never again would I be roped into submission by a dog's cutesy canine charms. And so I got Piper, a feisty Australian Cattle Dog mix. Piper doesn't use machiavellian strategies or ruthless mind-games to keep me under her paw. She does it by honest intimidation.
Awesome 1st dog by the sounds of it, 2nd dog looks intriguing ... and you are a really awesome writer!!!! Good luck with The Intimidator.
Saw this pic in another thread, and meant to say something there. Great looking dogs; are they your spotters?
probably would have done better than who was.
and before some one says something stupid. they are always moved out of the way of the cable just like everyone else. the cable had already been used and some one is actually pulling it up the hill so i dont drive over it.
Originally Posted by Vroooom
At first glance, it looked like the dogs were pulling the jeep out of a hole.
the golden actually tries to make the holes bigger by digging. one time i had her almost helping dig me out.