Loose Leash Notebook
Gerty MacDogell meets her canine friends in a wooded location that must remain undisclosed (they break the local leash laws). They've formed a gang to combat common enemies. When the enemy is not near, the group dynamic sometimes breaks down into a pissing contest. Below, Gerty shares a daily accounting of life among the dogs:
Friday, October 13, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
How cruel our owners can be!
Today they threw a party for the oldest of the owners. I saw them hand him a stuffed toy owl. I tried to reach for it to tear it up, but my owner wouldn't let me ... then what was it for? The cupcakes were chocolate so we couldn't even get in on that. What torture, cruel humans!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Good day, bad day
Any day I get to spend time with my super-sized Sheltie pal is a good day. We played chase through the woods.
Otherwise my exocrine pancreatic insufficiency is making me crankier than my norm (ok, don't laugh). My owner got a new batch of meds and it doesn't seem to be working well. My stomache is in knots. Maybe she's got the amount wrong. I just hope it gets straightened out soon.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
What a weekend it was
My owner had a "blonde moment" on Saturday and locked her keys in the car while we were at the park. Of course I didn't care. It meant we never had to leave.
Unfortunately, my owner got the same Ranger who gave her a written warning in May to rescue her. I still had a good time barking at Ranger Rita. It was worth it to smell her fear. My owner said I wasn't very nice. (duh!)
Ok, my owner had a second blonde moment on Sunday. She took me to a "pet communicator". The woman said I would make a good hospice dog. When my owner relayed that bit of info to her dog-walking friends on Monday, they had a good laugh. They said I would have the invalids back on their feet, trying to get away from me. Now, wait a minute, I'm not THAT aggressive ... am I?
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Dog and human lookalike contest
Check out the link below. The competitors have sappy stories about cuddling with their dogs. Can you imagine my profile as written by my owner?
It would read something like this:
"My dog uses me as a chauffer to get to the park. As soon as we are home, she's through with me until meal time. In my dreams I look like my svelte Gertie. My Gertie is such a good example of how to work and play hard. She always maintains her independence. She would dump me for the next person with a biscuit in hand. Vote for us."
http://www.petsmart.com/lookalike/index.shtml?advertCode=PAWS_061906_T4_bar2&cm_ven=atOnce&cm_cat=PA
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
THE ENEMY HAS WON
A Ranger popped into the woods today.
Coincidentally our enemy, "Yellow Jacket", was leaving the parking lot just then.
It seems "Yellow Jacket" has finally turned the tables on our intimidation of him. (Ours was never purposeful though. We can't help it if some humans don't like our dog gang).
Aggressively barking, I tried to get Ranger Rita to back off. My owner yanked me away. OUCH.
I sat in the car helplessly as my owner handed an ID over to the Ranger.
In the end, the Ranger handed my owner a ticket with the warning to keep me on a leash.
What will tomorrow bring?