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Did the dogs jump any pheasant?
No but they did jump a couple of flying ring-necked golden tennis balls.
Who's Ruby?This is getting like one of those Westerns where they intro'd a bunch of new characters at mid-season.
The downed golden tennis balls are called "marks". Neither dog was very good good at "honoring" the other's retrieves, unfortunately. Zeus managed to remain calm and quiet while Ruby worked but I'm afraid that was 99.9% due to being "all give out".
Irene, Ruby is Zeus's new friend who he met today at the new Dane County Capital Springs Recreation Area.
Two pigs in a poke.
. . . and as you know, for Yellow Labs, "Ruby" is a family name.Way to go, Zeus!
Are they dating or is this just social?
Yes. Although, I'd have to say this Ruby was more Amber than Ruby - with a very fluid gait, soft mouth, and extremely affable disposition.
It's good to see that Zeus still loves me. That dog has a beautiful soul.
Thanks, Meade.I think we'll have to check out the small "Small Dog" area there.
Social, Ed. Zeus is not even six years-old. Although he clearly "likes the girls" if you know what I mean.
It tells you something about the Althouse blog that, not only the proprietress and her inammorato like family, as are many of the commentariat, but so are the dogs.Sherlock sends a hearty, "Ref, ref", to the kids.
tradguy, every dog loves you. QED.Irene, I predict P, B, and R would love it. The other R too.
Are dogs happy? Do they pursue it? Are they interchangeable with humans?
We kicked a few pheasant up out in Oregon last weekend. My friends dog flushed a strange little bird that I've never seen before. They said they thought it was a chukar, but I've never heard of chukar in Wisconsin. Maybe some get out of game farms, or escaped pets.
Wonder if you will hear this said anywhere else. I live in Clackamas County outside of cool Blue Portland Oregon, not far from the mall where a shooter randomly killed two, badly wounded a kid and killed himself. Now that they identified the guy, you see he is a Hipster, by that I mean one of the Accepted, funny, friendly Tribe of twenty-somethings that haunt the late evenings of oh so Portlandia SE Hawthorne Blvd. Folks that worked with him at the trendy late-night sandwich stop, old girlfriends, et cetera wonder, what the heck?! Because he was so much like them, so funny and friendly.I feel bad for a lot of things about this event, but right now I feel bad that everyone will try to avert their eyes that "He is one of us", and bury that truth so deep it will not be part of any review and course correction. That is not to say that Hipsters all must have some course correction, but someone smart did say An unexamined life is not worth living, and it is a shame not to use every opportunity. I think I may need to go park on Hawthorne and 'Hold the High Watch' for all the dear young folk around there, that they pause and go deeper, find their anchor and experience true discernment. . . . and live their lives in Perfect Peace. Impossible prayer, OK, but there it is anyway. (Amen.)
Ricpic, I don't think "happy" really applies to dogs the way it does to humans. "Joyful" does. Sadly enough, "miserable" too often can also apply. "Sleeping peacefully" frequently applies. And so does "sleeping joyfully".
Amen and God's peace, cf.
garage mahal,We kicked a few pheasant up out in Oregon last weekend. My friends dog flushed a strange little bird that I've never seen before. They said they thought it was a chukar, but I've never heard of chukar in Wisconsin. Maybe some get out of game farms, or escaped pets.Weird that you should mention chukar, because I had literally never heard of them until this morning. I was looking out the kitchen window, pre-dawn, and there was something that I at first thought was a scrub jay, hopping from limb to limb on one of our two huge moss-covered oaks. Then it got closer and it obviously wasn't a jay; it had an orange breast. Closer still, and you could see the hooked beak and the rather severe gray cap. Sharp-shinned hawk, I think. I just didn't think to see a hawk hopping around the lower limbs of a moss-covered oak at 7:30 a.m.Anyway, it was when I was trying to find this critter in Sibley that I ran across chukar.
Golden lab is awesome camo for that particular field.
Just an observation... I'm not asking for help.. or as some in the blog would put it.. I'm not whining.For some time now, I've noticed that when I go back to the main page, from the comments page, it takes quite a bit of time for the blog to reload... so much so that I timed it... it took over 10 seconds. While coming from the main page to the comments is virtually instantaneous.10 seconds may not sound like much but to constant users like myself... they add up.I supposed it could be that my computer is infected... but I was wondering if that was happening to any of you, less productive, garden variety users ;)I guess this is not just an observation... but I've allready written it and I'm not going back and stating over.
Anyway, it was when I was trying to find this critter in Sibley that I ran across chukarFunny how coincidences like these come up sometimes.And I don't have a Sibley guide. Do I need one?
Having multi blog pages open helps mitigate the inconvenience a bit... but its still annoying.
...And, in other Not-News:Molly Norris? . . . Mol-ly Nor-Riss??
Lem, I've noticed the same thing and wondered if it was Chrome.I guess it's just dumb old blogger.
I've up-Flikr a little video of my subtle scourge.
garage mahal,And I don't have a Sibley guide. Do I need one?Define "need." If you are interested in wild birds, it would be silly not to have one.
I demand that Zeus receive his own tag. Not a dog tag, but a blog tag. If garage mahal merits a tag then surely Zeus does too.
That looks like perfectly good wheat there just being wasted. Don't cranes and geese and such come flying in there to eat that stuff?
I thought labs have toys like dolls with real feathers that they get a real super charged kick out retrieving. That would be fun. Realistic toys. Complete with the sound of gunshots.
You'd think hipsters would kill using a bow and arrows, rope, or their bare hands.
I channel surfed through Nature last night. A mama leopard with her two four month old cubs. The baboons were moving into the area, a ravine and stream. Mama climbs/jumps up and beckons the cubs to follow. One makes it up...the other can't make it up the steep wall of earth. I'm yelling at the tv NOOOOOOOO and have to change the channel. I can't watch the baboons kill and tear apart the leopard cub. It's just a widdle baby. Nature's a bitch.
I survived my first deposition. Had to wait...so I started singing I'll Be Home for Christmas and worked on my Christmas to-do list. Take that, bitches.
Gee, where did Ruby come from?Meade should start a dog-related small business in the age of Obama.
garage mahal said...Did the dogs jump any pheasant?Ha! First thing I thought of when I saw the picture.
garage mahal said...We kicked a few pheasant up out in Oregon last weekend. My friends dog flushed a strange little bird that I've never seen before. They said they thought it was a chukar, but I've never heard of chukar in Wisconsin. Maybe some get out of game farms, or escaped pets.We used to hunt them as bonus birds in, of all places, the UP.
"Gee, where did Ruby come from?"Just someone else's dog at the dog park.
Ha! First thing I thought of when I saw the picture.:-)
My daughter just made partner at Jones Day--a major world class law firm. We are officially allowed to brag now. Her mother and I are so proud of her.
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