Me and my DAWG (owner/companion) photo

[paularoid]

For anyone that's at all interested, here's a photo of me and my dawg Ellie. Just taken today by someone trying out their new digital camera.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v25/paularoid/Family/PaulEllie.jpg

By the way, standard operating procedure (that's now automatic) is that Ellie comes over, leans against me (hard) and my hand automatically drops down to that bump on her chest and we're both happy.

(perhaps this belongs elsewhere?)
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[Agnes]

She's cute, paularoid :) Give her a hug for me, will you?

[KarenSews2]

I adore "leaning" dogs! I've never had one, but I love them! In Illinois, we got our cars worked on at a local shop, and they had a BIG black lab mix. I would take doggy treats to him and he would "wait on me" by putting his big paws on the counter. Then, he would run around from behind the counter and lean (hard!) on my leg.

[Cardiffgal]

Very Sweet

[gisli]

Great picture of you and Ellie.

Yeph....you two have happyness written all over you. Ellie really is trying to lean as hard on you as she can, you can see that by looking at her sitting position. Fantastic.

[DaveM]

There are dogs and there are "dawgs".....have always been more fond of the latter. A neighbor's dog from back in the days when I lived in the country definitely qualified--he was a golden retriever and liked to bring me presents.....dead animals or parts thereof, usually. He could not figure out why I did not want the dead skunk or to pet him after he presented it to me. I buried the skunk and he dug it up and brought it back to the front steps. As a rule, if I didn't pet him, he would stick his head under my arm and rub back and forth, so I wound up taking a bath in laundry soap anyway (no, not tomato juice).

My all-time favorite "dawg" seems to have been sent to me. One July day there was an incredible thunderstorm and when it had passed, he was sitting on the front porch. No one ever came to claim him, and so he became my dawg, named Goliath (after "Davey and Goliath"). He was a springer/lab mix and someone had abused him terribly--the first time I picked up a stick to see if he would retrieve it, he cringed and I hugged him and stroked him until he wasn't afraid any more. After that we were inseparable. Sometimes to an annoying extent....I'd be half a mile down the lake in my canoe and look back to see him paddling away in my wake. Have any of you ever tried to get a rather large and very wet dog into a canoe?

He took to wandering the "neighborhood" (five homes in a couple of square miles) with a neighbor's dog and one day he didn't come home and the neighbor's dog showed up on the front steps with a bullet hole in her leg. No idea what might have happened to him. But I think of that story of the Rainbow Bridge, and do hope he is waiting for me. I miss him.

Then there was the little terri-poo, the Inimitable Pot Roast....but that is another tale.

[SongDragon]

Oh my can I relate about leaning dogs! My Nana's dog (sort of mine by the fact that I live there, but not really) is a rather large, sometimes rambunctious, border collie. He is usually a little dazed due to medications, very food driven, doesn't know how to play with other dogs, and is such a mooch! At first I wasn't really part of his family, so he didn't have to worry about me when I "went missing from the pack" so to speak. Then he just started "checking up on me" and I gained some control, such as the abbility to call him back from the brink of chasing something interesting.

He leans now! He just comes up with his back about knee level, or just above, and leans on me. Nana always laughs and shows people how he's always just on the edge from knocking me over!

~SongDragon

[Dar]

and the dog is adorable too. ;)

nice pic Paul!

[hoops]

GREAT picture Paul you two make a beautiful pair
peace
hoops

[dragonlady]

Great shot Paul! I just love leaners...we brought our current dog home from the SPCA largely for that reason. She also happens to be adorable...but she leaned and that was as they say..that.

-di

[paularoid]

I had a reply all typed in discussing the differences between "dogs" and "dawgs" and the system wouldn't let me. No explanation. It just wouldn't let me. :mad:

And it was a good yarn too. Below the size limit (I think) but it wouldn't take.

Guess I'm going to have to start my own blog and post links.
:mad:

I'll condense it to the EXTREME!
I've had two "dogs" and three "dawgs". The three "dawgs" have been the best.
First "dawg" was a Border Collie/Pointer mix named Silky. Long legged collie that pointed and fetched.
Second "dawg" was a Labrador/Pointer mix named Rhiannon (Annie) named after the Fleetwood Mac song 'cause she was "taken by the wind". Found her out in the hills where she got "dumped".
Third "dawg" is the present Ellie named after Ella Fitzgerald. She was chained up outside her house and the owners MOVED AWAY AND LEFT HER THERE!

The "dawgs" have been the best of the bunch. They're smart, dedicated, loving, and LOYAL!
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[DaveM]

The Pot Roast was beyond question a "dawg" (that's two syllables, for anyone who does not know). She loved her people...I would get up every morning and she would appear from nowhere and run as far as the upstairs landing, where she waited for me to pet her. Whereupon she would hunker down and grunt until she decided she'd prefer that I give her something to eat.

Her name was supposed to be Tiffany, though it became Tiffer almost overnight. Frankly, she looked a bit like Yoda and answered to that name as much as any other. A week after we got her, a friend was visiting and got a first look at her--she was about hand-sized at the time and he burst out laughing and said: "she looks just like a pot roast". I think he may have meant "bratwurst" but the name stuck, and she was quite happy to be Pot Roast for all of her 17 years.

She was the only dog with a sense of humor that I have ever known. Reluctant to do "ordinary" tricks, she loved to sneeze on command, "get her doll" (a knotted sock which we decided was her Cabbage Patch Doll), "jump rope" (which also involved the sock, which she was happy to jump over as long as she was sufficiently agile to do so), and "sit up on her butt" (self-explanatory).

She was the only dog I ever knew that could laugh, and who would go absolutely nuts at a cry of "Mama's home!" When she greeted someone, she wagged her body--I cannot think of a better word for it; she literally bent in two, wiggling as her new friend tried to pet her.

I hope she too is waiting at the Rainbow Bridge. Then again, I rather hope she has already crossed over and is dancing and wiggly with new friends. I think she will know me when I arrive.