Monday, June 07, 2010

I Got Nuthin'...

... so you get a re-run, Gentle Reader.  Well I could talk about hockey (excellent game last evening - the 'Hawks played like the favorites they're supposed to be and Chrissy Pronger was a -5 on the night, which warmed the cockles o' my black lil heart) but only a couple o' you care.  But everyone likes...


Apropos of nothing…except for the fact that there’s waaay too many frickin’ cat pictures on these here inter-tubes…here are a few pics of my late, lamented puppies. Late is an understatement: the last of these old ladies left this life back in 1996, well over ten years ago. I’ve been dog-less ever since, mostly because having a dog is semi-incompatible with my lifestyle. Yes, people who live in RVs own dogs. I’m more than aware of the fact. But a dog is a big commitment, and I tend to be commitment-averse these days. Let’s leave it at that… and get on with the biographies. 

First…FiFi La Bonne, otherwise known as The World’s Ugliest Dog. She was a mixed-breed terrier and was so damned ugly she was cute. She was also a hunter extraordinaire, and was one of the few dogs I’ve ever seen who could run down a squirrel and kill it. Which she did about two or three times a year when I lived in Michigan, always making sure to bring The Second Mrs. Pennington and I some sort of trophy from the kill. We really appreciated that, ya know. She was also quite adept at assassinating gophers and moles. The gopher-hunting wasn’t nearly as popular with me, as she tended to dig huge holes in my yard in pursuit of her underground quarries. When I say “huge,” I mean bomb-shelter huge. Large enough for me to drive my riding lawn mower into one of the holes and flip the mower over on its side. That huge.

I wish the above photo of FiFi in the snow was better… she had the strangest habit of burrowing in deep snow, and it was a hoot to watch. She’s pictured after coming up from one such snow-burrowing exercise. FiFi came to live with TSMP and I while we were in Oklahoma (around 1984, or so) and lived with us until 1996, when TSMP put her down due to complications associated with old age.

And then there’s Bōgus Dōgus, who was a Lab/Border Collie cross. TSMP and I got Dogus shortly after we arrived in England in 1980, and she was with us for 16 years. She was my favorite, even though she was TSMP’s dog first and foremost. That dog was crazy… in that she had this “thing” for food. The “thing” being she’d eat anything that wouldn’t eat her first. Anything. Everything. Including, on at least two occasions, an entire loaf of bread… snatched off the table once and out of a bag of groceries another time, and consumed within 45 seconds. The first time she wolfed down a loaf of bread I thought she was gonna explode from the resulting bloat and gas. I had to put her outside until the gas went away, for what should be obvious reasons. But not until such time as she laid at my feet… moaning, farting, and generally making life uncomfortable for everyone within ten feet of her.

This is also the dog who tried to commit suicide by leaping off a bridge in Wales. If we hadn’t had her on a leash she would have died in the fall to the river and it was a near-run thing, anyway. Have you ever tried to pull a strangling dog over a bridge railing? It’s not easy, Gentle Reader. As to why she jumped… I have NO earthly idea. I said she was crazy.

Lastly we have Fritzi Ritz, a German Shepard cross. Crossed with what breed is unknown, but a cross she was…and she was small for a Shepard. Fritzi had all the good traits of a Shepard… intelligence, loyalty, and beauty. She also suffered from hip dysplasia, which eventually got so bad we had to put her down. Fritzi was the alpha female, as might be imagined, and kept the other two dogs in line. The first pic was taken in Oklahoma, the second in Ferndale, MI.

Each dog was a mutt; I’ve never owned a pure-bred dog. Further, two of the three were “rescued” dogs. TSMP was active in a dog rescue organization when we lived in Oklahoma; FiFi and Fritzi arrived in our household via that organization. All three dogs slept in the bed with TSMP and me, and they each had their places…never varying position from night to night. You might think things would get a bit crowded, but it really wasn’t. They were very discreet Old Ladies, too, always being considerate enough to give us our space when it was time for TSMP and me to play. It's a great good thing dogs don't talk. Coz those dogs could have told some stories, Gentle Reader.
We'll prolly be back later on, with video or something else equally mindless and boring.  We've been leaving the significant and profound stuff to others lately.


  1. Buck, that's a first for me. I mean, I've driven my wife to thoughts of suicide...but one of my dogs?

    Man... ;)

  2. Too many pictures of cats?
    Puh-leeze. Not enough, you mean!!

    Altho, dogs do steal my heart. My neighbor's dog has the run of my house as well as theirs!

    And I will admit, most dogs don't have the attitude issues cats have.

  3. Way cool post, Buck. You may have gathered in the past that I'm more a cat person, but I love reading anything written by a person who truly loves (loved) his/her animal companions.

    How close did you come to going over the rail when the dog jumped, as opposed to hauling the dog back up? Even though the dog was much smaller, the pull must have been somewhat hefty if you had a deathgrip on the leash.

  4. I love all the fur babies. Being that I can't have any due to allergies and asthma, I live vicariously thru the pets of my friends.

    I'd much prefer the real thing living in my house take what you can get.

    Even if, at the moment, it is enjoying memories of these 3 rascals.

    I grew up with Beagles - long before allergies and asthma hit me. I loved those dogs - only one at a time though. Beagles are very high-energy; more than one in a small suburban house would be bad.

  5. How close did you come to going over the rail when the dog jumped, as opposed to hauling the dog back up?

    The Second Mrs. Pennington had her lead; I just helped.

    Lou: You changed your ID! And... our three dogs were fine when we lived on a couple of acres in OK, but things got "close" when we moved to the city. But we kept 'em, of course.

    Too many pictures of cats?
    Puh-leeze. Not enough, you mean!!

    I said what I meant, Kath. Cats and I do NOT get along. You're right about that attitude thang.

    Andy: Who knows what lurks in the mind of a crazy person? Or animal?

    Kris: Yeah, beagles are fairly high-strung... I'll give ya that!

  6. As I was reading I was anticipating seeing some comment about Fifi's dinner dance and froot loops...they were fun dogs. More entertaining than my Argus who never even learned to fetch.

    Love you Grandpapa!

  7. After reading Amanda's comment, I wipe a tear away...

  8. Buck, I don't know what was up with the change of ID. I think it was Blogger problems - certainly nothing I did.

  9. Amanda: There are MANY stories that could have been told, yanno? Some of which aren't suitable for a PG-13 blog... ;-) I love you, too!

    Andy: She's a sweetie.

    Lou: That WAS strange, no?


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