Clarity,
Office 17622,
PO Box 6945,
London.
W1A 6US
United Kingdom
Phone/ Voicemail:
+44 (0)20 3287 3053 (UK)
+1 (561) 459-4758 (US).
Blue plastic skittle is mine. Love blue plastic skittle. Take it and you're dead.
ah... I know that. Try to train her to fetch things but she just go where I throw it- sometimes- smell it and leavesWhat ball? You threw it where?
He often goes in the opposite direction to where I've thrown the ball and then when I point in the correct direction he sniffs my finger.
Yes I thought Loki looks very sensitive and feminine .
My black Labrador wasn't terribly bright in some respects either. Had trouble with doors. Never quite grasped the fact that in order to go through a closed door she needed to give me the space to open it.
Loki: she is our heart-stealer
unknown breed ; either mixed Pekingese and Spaniel or - as many have told us- an ancient Greek breed called kokoni( small dog)
Sounds right. She still looks a bit uncertain of where she belongs, tentative. Is she energetic or withdrawn, and does she like to sit on your lap or is she still too shy?
I like to think Mojo's still around in spirit, if nowhere else but in the coyotes that ate him, and for sure in my heart.
Kitty has given me many lessons on how to catch mice, but I am an inept kitten and have never done it in good cat fashion. First she belly flops in front of me. Then she smacks the ground with the left paw with claws spread. That's hooking the mouse. Then she turns her head to me and smiles. What fun! Then she smacks the ground with the other paw with claws spread. Don't let it escape! But if it does, it's fun to chase, so she scampers off a few yards as if chasing it and then does her cat power ritual -- sharpening her claws on a post or tree. When I actually do catch a mouse in a trap and show it to her, she turns up her nose at it. I didn't catch it the right way. My sister has also received such instruction.
Hey I just saw the blue plastic skittle in the new picture from Topal. It's funny...I wonder what it is about the skittle that Tweed loves so much.
Jake the snake chaser. He ain't pretty but he's a good dog, a real cowdog, goes on every ride out of here. Mix of German Shepard, possibly Rottie, and who knows what else.
Topal, how did you come up with the name Tweed? Is he/she full black Lab?
she is much much better since the time of this photo. Very energetic, playful. She trusts us and has a special bond with me but goes along very well with everybody in this house and my nieces too who those days are here and enjoy her. We tease her because when we hug she run to join us and sometimes we do it again and again. She loves caressing her and her "normal" posture when we just approach her is to lay down with her back on the floor waiting to caress her, lol. She is "in season" those days but won't try to breed her, she is not at this age- i was told. Thinking to let her give birth once , its healthier I was advised- haven't decide yet.
will post a more recent photo when we download the pics from the camera.
Jake looks like a solid alpha male. Reminds me of a friend of mine who works in a bar in France. He's an ex-bouncer who looks as though he's a member of the Russian mafia complete with tattoos and scars but has a huge heart. If you were in trouble he'd be there like a flash. Not a bad guy to have on your side if things get dicy lol. I imagine Jake has that kind of doggie ethic.
Mojo looks beautiful. I love that desert colouring. I don't know if you mentioned, was he a pedigree?
It was the name that he came with. I think it is in reference to tweed suits that game-keepers used to wear. Before he ended up at the rescue centre in Aberdeen (east coast of Scotland) he had apparently been passed around several game-keepers. There's a strong concentration of estates and managed forests up here with attendant game-keepers responsible for rearing game birds to shoot. Working dogs are sometimes treated badly and Tweed was no exception.
As to breed, yes he is a pedigree black lab. It's a shame but Tweed is an example of black labradors today which are being bred to be smaller - almost the size of large spaniels - with a decrease in head size especially. Which is why you find the ears hanging down much more than partially erect. The original European black labradors were much thicker set and with wider heads - generally stockier. A friend of mine said that this was due to the Kennel Club mentality who think that this new form is how labradors should look. It's nothing but dog fashion vanity in my view.
I grew up with both black labradors, golden retrievers and the now dwindling Red Setters. They were wonderful game dogs. (My father was very much into shooting and hunting). However,Tweed is a disaster on that score. But to be fair, he was apparently raised as a stud dog and was kept in steel cage for most of his seven years.
He may not be the most intelligent but he is the most loving dog I've ever known.
he was apparently raised as a stud dog and was kept in steel cage for most of his seven years.
He may not be the most intelligent but he is the most loving dog I've ever known.
Ahhh, glad he found - and you gave him - a good home. Your initial photo with him in the sea seems different now in my eyes. May you enjoy each other company
Aww, I hadn't realized that. It looks as if he's saying, "are you going to be nice to me? Will I be safe here?" Kudos to you for footing the bill for his dental care and whatever else you're doing to give him a happy life. Heartwarming. That love is returned ten-fold, I'll bet.The above photo was the first day he arrived. You can see he's cowering slightly and underweight. He was extremely nervous but friendly despite it. He didn't move from this spot for hours. His teeth were really bad too - caked with years of tartar - so that had to be taken care of with a hefty vet's bill.
Kitty has given me many lessons on how to catch mice, but I am an inept kitten and have never done it in good cat fashion. First she belly flops in front of me. Then she smacks the ground with the left paw with claws spread. That's hooking the mouse. Then she turns her head to me and smiles. What fun! Then she smacks the ground with the other paw with claws spread. Don't let it escape! But if it does, it's fun to chase, so she scampers off a few yards as if chasing it and then does her cat power ritual -- sharpening her claws on a post or tree. When I actually do catch a mouse in a trap and show it to her, she turns up her nose at it. I didn't catch it the right way. My sister has also received such instruction.
On each and every walk she selected a branch or stick to bring back home....and on getting it home would chew it with relish in the garden. I imagine it served the function of a large tooth pick,,,,her teeth stayed pretty good anyway
Did she get the hang of turning her head/stick sideways when going through a gateway?
Clarity,
Office 17622,
PO Box 6945,
London.
W1A 6US
United Kingdom
Phone/ Voicemail:
+44 (0)20 3287 3053 (UK)
+1 (561) 459-4758 (US).