Kaiser, Tequila, and Jameson were all German Shepherds. Clutha is a Rhodesian Ridgeback. Jazz is a boxer. Both are under a year old and very high energy at times. Other times, they'll sleep for hours! Where the Shepherds were all 'fluffy' dogs, these two are smooth-haired and very solid.
Tequila loved to swim. Jameson hated the water but would run around the pool in circles while I swam. Both liked to chase tennis balls thrown from the pool. Clutha and Jazz ignore me completely when I go swimming.
Jameson loved to go walking, and even in her old age, so did Tequila. The first few days I was here, I couldn't convince either Clutha or Jazz that walks were good. They eventually got over that, and we do go out twice a day. Thankfully, though both are strong, they don't pull quite as much as Jameson and Tequila used to.
They're both lovely pups in their own way, but I have to admit, I miss Jameson and Tequila.
He wears blotchy jim-jam pyjamas.
You never saw jim-jams like those.
A fine-fitting, stretchy, fur dogsuit,
Skin-tight from his head to his toes.
He wears blotchy jim-jam pyjamas,
Black and brown, and dashingly gay.
He makes certain that everyone sees them
By keeping them on all the day.
He wears blotchy jim-jam pyjamas.
He walks with a smug puppy stride.
There's no hiding his pride in his jim-jams,
With their big blotchy marks on each side.
He wears blotchy jim-jam pyjamas
And pauses at times to display
The effect as he stretches his torso,
And he fancies he hears people say,
"I wish I had jim-jam pyjamas.
I wish I were canine and trim.
Oh, look at that brave German Shepherd!
Oh, how I should love to be him, be him.
Oh, how I should love to be him!"
February 6, 2003 - December 14, 2011
- Current Mood: sad
I house sit a German Shepherd named Jameson. Jameson comes from Germany and is the largest Shepherd I've ever encountered. He's from a family of show dogs and was one inch too high to fit the standard so he was left pretty much to his own devices for the first six months of his life. Then, he was adopted by the people in Nassau and came here to keep Tequila company after Kaiser died.
Jameson is gorgeous. Had he ended up as a show dog, he would probably have won honours galore. His coat is thick and full. When he runs around the yard bringing back tennis balls, his gait is a glide, with only the paws moving. I could watch him walk like that for hours. Jameson's only drawback?
He is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. He looks intelligent but he's not. Oh, in some ways he is. All these years later and I can still get him to reply to commands in German, but in others areas, he has a lot to learn.
Jameson has a tennis ball obsession. He loves to chase thrown tennis balls. He hasn't quite figured out yet that he needs to actually let go of the ball so that you can throw it for him. He spooks at things most dogs would casually ignore. This morning, he spooked at the black garbage bag that I have over my car window. I had to walk him up to the car and show him that it was a garbage bag, not some menacing black creature from space that would steal all his tennis balls.
Jameson is now five. Before he settled into his new home, he chewed through two sofas, eight cushions, a mattress and a duvet. He continues to have severe separation anxiety. When I walk Tequila, Jameson sits in the window and howls. He howls until we reappear and then he greets us at the kitchen door acting as though we've been gone forever, when we've really only been gone about 5 minutes (Tequila is very old and cannot do long walks). You would think that after this many years, he would know that she's coming back, but no. He howls. His owners are quite concerned about what will happen when Tequila eventually dies.
So, that's Jameson. Jameson, who chomps water in a bucket instead of lapping it. Jameson, who is sure he's going to drown if he falls in the pool. Jameson, who thinks that if you're killing mosquitoes, he has to get in on the act. His favourite song? The Hamster Dance! He howls and barks whenever I play it or sing it. He is definitely not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
[This post dedicated to birdie, who, unlke Jameson, is pretty sharp, and I'm glad to call her my friend!]
These are all behaviours I associate more with the dogs that I house sit, but this description belongs to one very sociable cat!
Both dogs love attention, as do both cats. However, the younger dog thinks more of love and attention than he does of food! He's all excited when you put down the bowl, but he won't eat until you pet him on the head and tell him he's a good dog. He'll eat a few mouthfuls then put his head up again, wanting more petting. Sometimes he'll repeat this two or three more times before finally settling in to eat. Can you imagine if we humans did the same?
Well, only one of each really –
The mad dog is a Labrador, a black one, named Bilbo. Normally placid and quite friendly, he undergoes a startling metamorphosis when faced with a human in a swimming pool. Bilbo loves to swim at the beach. He thinks the pool is a pit of hell that is going to swallow up the humans he is meant to be protecting. When you swim, Bilbo runs around the pool in circles, barking hysterically. The more he barks, the more spittle forms around his mouth making him look quite rabid by the time your swim is over. His tongue seems twice as large, and you wonder if you’ll make it out of the pool alive; however, when you emerge from the pool, he goes inside calmly as if nothing unusual has happened!
The ankle biter is a small female ginger cat named Tabu. Tabu is Swahili for trouble, but generally she isn’t any. She likes to torment Bilbo at night so she sleeps in her own room. When you open the door in the morning, she walks out and then reaches over with her paws, encircles your foot and starts gnawing on your ankle, or your toes, or whatever part of your foot is closest to her mouth. When you go around the living room, opening or closing hurricane shutters, she lies in wait by the round table in the centre of the room and pounces at you as you walk by. When you try to pet her, she transfers her ankle biting skills to your hands, so be careful when you pet.
Together, the two do not often go out in the noonday sun, but their owners are Englishmen. Hmm…
The house I am sitting now lies on a canal in a development called Sandyport. When I went out on the canal beach with the dogs here this afternoon, the ripple-splash told me I'd startled a sizeable fish! Most of the fish that congregate at this beach are small, about 1" and blend in so well with the sand that you don't see them until they move. Two days ago, a six pack of bigger fish, about 7" long, came circling in, stirring up sand and munchies, so I watched them for a while before coming back in. The spring high tides practically swamp the beach and leave the dogs very little room to do their business. But when the tide is out, there's plenty of room for romping and digging and wild dog chases!