masseyrider
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I brought home a GS from a place I worked. They were going to have her put down because she barked too much and woke the livestock.
She immediately bonded with me. I belonged to her not vice versa. She was very possessive.
Lady was getting fairly old when I started to date my ex. When we used to go for a walk around the farm Lady would stick her nose between our hands to separate us and do her best to keep us apart.
I should have paid her more attention.
A terror/terrier *****, Sandy, would scratch her own back.
In the kitchen we had an extra chair next to the sideboard. The bottom wood was pretty ornate and her back just rubbed up against it when she walked under. She figured out that if she arched her back a little she got a nice scratching from it. Sometimes she'd get carried away and you didn't know which room the chair would end up in by the morning. I ended up tying a chair leg to the sideboard to keep it in place.
Ma had a Siamese that liked to sleep on the back of the sofa in the living room. Numerous times after a good nap Puppy (long story) would get up and stretch cat like and suddenly take off.
Off the end of the couch onto the carpet, into the dining room, slide sideways from the dining room hardwood floor into the kitchen, hard sliding right turn on the linoleum through the kitchen and down the hallway to the basement stairs. Just before she'd get to the stairs she'd lock up all 4s.
Too late.
I always imagined it being like the Looney Tunes Coyote when he realizes he's aboot to fall down into the canyon, She'd fly off the end of the hallway and into the abyss. You would hear her land somewhere down the stairs.
A little later she'd come back like nothing had happened.
What made her do it nobody knows.
Nobody chased or spooked her. Human she would ignore. Dog would get a face full of needle sharp claws.
She just went for a little thrill ride.
She immediately bonded with me. I belonged to her not vice versa. She was very possessive.
Lady was getting fairly old when I started to date my ex. When we used to go for a walk around the farm Lady would stick her nose between our hands to separate us and do her best to keep us apart.
I should have paid her more attention.
A terror/terrier *****, Sandy, would scratch her own back.
In the kitchen we had an extra chair next to the sideboard. The bottom wood was pretty ornate and her back just rubbed up against it when she walked under. She figured out that if she arched her back a little she got a nice scratching from it. Sometimes she'd get carried away and you didn't know which room the chair would end up in by the morning. I ended up tying a chair leg to the sideboard to keep it in place.
Ma had a Siamese that liked to sleep on the back of the sofa in the living room. Numerous times after a good nap Puppy (long story) would get up and stretch cat like and suddenly take off.
Off the end of the couch onto the carpet, into the dining room, slide sideways from the dining room hardwood floor into the kitchen, hard sliding right turn on the linoleum through the kitchen and down the hallway to the basement stairs. Just before she'd get to the stairs she'd lock up all 4s.
Too late.
I always imagined it being like the Looney Tunes Coyote when he realizes he's aboot to fall down into the canyon, She'd fly off the end of the hallway and into the abyss. You would hear her land somewhere down the stairs.
A little later she'd come back like nothing had happened.
What made her do it nobody knows.
Nobody chased or spooked her. Human she would ignore. Dog would get a face full of needle sharp claws.
She just went for a little thrill ride.
