What did Petey eat?

[rainbabies]

[DCJenn]

I never would have believed that I could be such a sucker for this dog. It's really disgusting. Actually, what happened was that my cat Rascal (who treated me like poo and I always came back for more) died and I just replaced my unhealthy attachment to my cat to the dog. I have three awesome girl kitties, but Rascal, he was the most fabulous cat ever. Mostly because he was 100% cat- totally didn't care about anything until he felt like caring about it. Petey- he's a nightmare- but he's a relatively well-trained nightmare. He sits, stays, does down, knows all kinds of commands- BUT he's a herding dog in the city. #1 on the list of priorities for the house in San Antonio is a BIG yard for the dog. Poor puppy. As the Cattle Dog website says, "A bored Heeler is a Destrictive Heeler" and no truer words were ever written. We have to walk at least two miles a day or he goes nuts.

Jenn

[rainbabies]

We've got this book. I can't believe it didn't occur to me to mention it to Jenn before. Thanks for the suggestion, Tracy!

[DCJenn]

He's Australian Cattle Dog- mostly. He has the body shape, the brains, and the energy of the ACD, but he's a little taller and a little longer than most.

http://www.cattledog.com/

Jenn

[Auspicious]

Huh. I've got this other idea for a children's book where the main character refuses to eat breakfast. Eggs and canadian bacon, perhaps. But the eggs and canadian bacon will be green, see, to make it more original. It'll sell a million copies, I bet.

[Gwendolyn]

Huh. I've got this other idea for a children's book where the main character refuses to eat breakfast. Eggs and canadian bacon, perhaps. But the eggs and canadian bacon will be green, see, to make it more original. It'll sell a million copies, I bet.

We used to have a beautiful AmStaff that truly destroyed everything in his path...including our matteress (we were in college when we got him and were unaware of the whole crate training thing), the carpet, two couches, the backyard wooden gate, every corner, and even a bottle of bleach In his third year he mellowed out and didn't even look at the trash...it gets better

Now our two pugs Orville and Wilbur are happy as clams nibbling on their rawhide and an occasional colored pencil or crayon.

Is it sick that I actually got a bit nostalgic for the Einstein days of yore as I read those first few posts while laughing so hard I was actually drooling?