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Showing posts with label Gem. Show all posts

Friday, 19 February 2016

Holiday Dogs - Sepia Saturday

I meet many dogs in our village. This is a Lhasa Apso named 

Billy
He gives me my first link to our prompt for this week.

Billie Holiday with a dog
One dog which always has a place in our heart belonged to my wife's sister but resided with her mother in the 1950s. He has appeared on my Sepia posts before, but deserves another outing.

Major
Now when we go on holiday we always get involved with dogs - and they regard it as a holiday too. These two we didn't know but they loved a Cornish beach.

Paddling on Crantock beach
My daughter's dogs in Michigan always look on it as a holiday when we are there. One of them was always content to practise his favourite sport alone.

Cody fishing for frogs
Buster however was always impatient when we took him out in Caranton Woods in Cornwall.

Come on you two. Keep up!
The dog park near my daughter's home was a place her dogs always loved. It meant that they could dive in and climb out up a ramp.

Cody, Scout, Lily and Gem after a swim off the jetty
Of course there was also the ever present tennis ball to play with, if Cody didn't wander off to look for a treat by sitting down at somebody's holiday picnic spread.

Scout was named after the girl in Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mockingbird' even although he is a boy. 

It seems appropriate somehow to finish this post with him on the day that the death of Harper Lee is announced.

Scout - at rest
RIP Harper Lee.

To check how others have interpreted the prompt this week stroll over to the links at Sepia-Saturday-318.



Tuesday, 15 April 2014

A-Z Challenger 2014 - 'M'


M - Maltese. Mongrel/Mutt, Matriarch

I always knew what this post would be about. It just had to about Gem, the black Labrador Mutt, in the gang of four that appeared in yesterday's post.

However just so that you don't think I'm biased I'll include a picture of a breed of dog that I have never seen. She is a toy dog; one of those descended from dogs originating in the Central Mediterranean area.



"Vairette", a Maltese at a Championship in Birmingham
(By Sannse , 29 August 2003, CC BY-SA 3.0)
But in the "Gang of Four" the two Golden Labradors were the original "Dogs of Troy" and with pedigrees felt they were above such lowly beings as 'mutts.' I let them tell you the story of how Gem changed their minds.

"We had just got our new home sussed when one fateful day we ran out of food. We were left on our own while the mad English woman and the man that also feeds us went out in their car – we thought to buy some more. Then shock and awe, (a phrase we used way before George Bush had heard of it), they came back from the pet store with more than a supply of food.
With them was a small black bundle of fur with legs at each corner. Now we had to share our home with Gem, a six-week old puppy which had been left at the rescue centre in the store. We were not too sure what we should do. After all, we were upmarket pedigree dogs while Gem was just a black lab mutt and a refugee.

Gem, the mutt
We soon learnt as Gem grew bigger that she was smarter than she looked – how could such a young pup have become so ‘streetwise’ at such young an age? Nevertheless we had to teach her not to gnaw things that did not belong to her and not to pee on the kitchen floor. Outside she was such a little thing that the English woman with long legs had to bend right down to stroke and make a fuss of her.

Gem gets some attention
 We were more considerate as by this time we were tall enough to be stroked without anyone having to bend down and anyway we had learnt how to climb and sit on the furniture – how we liked the settee and the soft chairs. Mind you all three of us had to sleep in the garage with two cars.
Her fur  different to ours and when it grew long and it was a hot summer she was taken back to the pet store to have it clipped. She hated it! The first time she went she really showed what she thought of the indignity because when the mad English woman went to collect her she rushed out of the store and across the road and climbed into the front seat of the first car she saw with an open door. You must have thought she was going to be left behind. We can imagine what the car driver thought on being attacked by a black projectile as Gem hurtled in. The mad English woman had to rescue her and apologise on Gem’s behalf. Gem now is calmer when she’s sheared – but she doesn’t have to like it.
Houdini would have been a better name for Gem. It wasn’t long before she perfected ways of escaping from our corral. She could always find that loose bit of wire under which she could squeeze even if she had to dig a hole first. Before she was big enough to jump the fence she perfected a technique of climbing it, balancing on the top prior to making yet another break. Many times when those that feed us came home she would be sitting outside the fence and they never knew how she had got there.

Gem in 2013
Years later Gem became the star at an Olympics for disabled children in Michigan, despite the fact that she had had no training for this. She just loves being the centre of attention and being fondled. The fact that she was allowed to lick their faces made her day.


Incidentally we should explain that the three of us don’t really think our English woman is mad. It’s just that other humans think she and her husband must be mad to keep three dogs. We can imagine what they thought when, a year after Gem joined us, and three dogs at Deer Trail became four with the addition of a chocolate brown Labrador called Jack. With his arrival the pack, known as "The Gang of Four" was complete."



It was Maxie (on the right) who was the 'Matriarch' of the "Gang". Guess who has become the 'Matriarch' of a gang in her old age. (You''ll meet Gem's gang later under the letter 'R'.)


Gem, the Matriarch
Not bad for just a mutt!

(Depending on the source a mongrel or mutt is defined as|:
  • A dog of no definable type or breed.
  • A dog not the result of breeding and belonging to no breed.
Gem would feel insulted!)

When it comes to dogs I meet in the village one of the most nervous dogs I met  could also be classed as a mutt although there's a lot of the Border Collie in her.


Skye
When I was walking behind her she looked back, nearly every step, apparently worried at my presence. It took a long time, almost a year, for her to get over this. Now I'm pleased to say she comes to meet me and waits to be stoked before barking quietly to show her pleasure.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Shadows - Thematic Photography

The theme of 'Shadows' is one of those that you can meet by accident or design. Many of my previous posts would be fine here also, but I try not to repeat photos I have shown before.

Boat waiting for transport
In this shot it would have been impossible to shoot the boat without incorporating its shadow. However other shadows have been included as well.

When shooting dogs (not literally) you sometimes do not have time to think about shadowy effects.

Gem on her way to the house
The shadow in the next shot enhances a view on a Michigan golf course.

Oxford Hills Golf Course - looking back from 10th tee 
You may be able to make out the shadow of a golf cart too.

Then there are times when the shot has been taken deliberately to catch the subject in shade.

Blind Sam smells his way home
In the next shot I was more concerned about framing the road with the trees; the shadows turned out to be a bonus.

Oakwood Road, MI
When it comes to old ruins, no not me, shadows can add a dramatic effect.

Fountains Abbey, Yorkshire
But enough of my shadowy past, it's time for you to check out other shades at Carmi's Thematic-photographic-225

Friday, 22 April 2011

Scarlet Lily Puts Her Case

A-Z Challenge ‘S’

Hopefully you will remember Lily Scarlet  http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2011/04/lily-scarlett.html
She  sent me this email to put the record ‘straight.’




Gramps,

I hear there's been some bad press about me lately. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Ok, ok, I guess I was caught in the act of the dishwasher thingy, but there is currently no evidence to suggest that I bunged up the dang toilet. Daddy is still threatening to smash open the toilet, so until then, I'm in the clear.

I do try to be a good girl. I got smacked on the nose for stealing Gem's bone the other day. I think stealing her bone was well-deserved though because (1) Gem thinks she can carry it around until we have all eaten ours and then torment us with it and (2) I can fit two bones in my mouth, so I look particularly cute. Oh, but FYI-smacking me on the nose does work though.

I am actually learning not to eat Gem's food when I am done. Actually, I don't do it at all when Mummy and Daddy stay for dinner, but if they go inside, then Gem has it coming really. She should learn to eat faster.

I absolutely must wear the bell any time the garage door is open. It's called the Scarlet Letter--hence my middle name (and after some equally obnoxious lady in some film). Anyway, I need the bell because apparently "come" is not in my vocabulary yet. I never run away. I just take my puppy-old time coming back, that's all.

I think you are going to fall in love with me when you get here. I'm not bad, I promise. Daddy says I'm just "spirited" and Mummy says that I'll grow out of my puppyness, but I am lovable--you'll see.

Lots of love
Your Project, Lily Scarlet

Tuesday, 12 April 2011

Jack


A-Z Challenge – ‘J’

 You’ve met Jack, the Brown Bomber, before in this A-Z Challenge (under the letter ‘D’). I’d like to tell you more about him. 

The other three dogs had never seen a dog like Jack. As the only male till he arrived Sam liked to think that he was in charge. There was no hope of this once Jack found his legs!

Jack was a rescue dog in a sorry state. He had been so badly treated mistreated that he had been taken away from his owners. He could only stand on three legs. However once he had four feet on the ground he was in charge. It was no good Maxie and Sam arguing just because they were older.

He was so fierce when he first arrived; if the other dogs got in his way he would attack without warning. He even snarled and snapped a lot at people, especially if they touched his back. Because of the way he had been mistreated he got away with a lot the others would have been severely scolded for. 

Sam, Maxie and Gem learned very quickly not to go too close when he was eating. They had to rush their food as Jack just bolted his and then would proceed to bolt theirs as well. Once he was mobile it became a never ending battle to keep the dog food secure and out of his reach. The dogs were often in trouble for creating a mess in the kitchen – but it was Jack who knew how to open drawers and cupboards and how to empty their contents; he even succeeded in taking a frying pan through into a bedroom.

Jack still acted as though he was fierce when unknown people visit. Once when his mistress was home alone you should have seen him bristle, growl, snarl and bark when an armed marauder knocked upon the door. Sam, Maxie and Gem were proud of themselves It was just routine for Jack


 He became a big softie really when he grew older. Who would have thought that macho Jack would proudly carry a soft cuddly toy named Piggy all over the place? He may have been the alpha dog but he was still scared of guns, thunder, fireworks and any sudden loud noises. You should have seen see him scurry when you threatened him with a squeaky toy.

 The dogs had a ‘game’ called running the gauntlet but this wasn’t about playing with a leather glove, even though that might be fun for them. It was about how they had to take their lives in their paws when they had to pass Jack lying on the mat just inside the back door.

Dog flaps in each door made it easier for the dogs to get in and out of the house, and from the garage into the corral. This meant that they had the run of the house when they were left home alone.

Jack, the scourge of the other dogs had a problem with his back legs and, according to the vet was in continual pain. This may have explained Jack’s short temper and why he snapped.

Because he slipped on the parquet floor, carpet strips were placed strategically from the back door into the kitchen to make it easier for Jack to get about. He had another privilege denied to the rest of the dogs, unless he was not about. He had his own little room inside the back door equipped with a duvet on which to sit.

Unfortunately, outside the door to his room, just inside the dog flap from the garage, there was the mat on which Jack laid in wait. When the other dogs entered the house through the flap at peace with the world and one another – Snap! All hell broke loose. Many a wound was inflicted before they had the chance to run. 

Sam developed a phobia about going through the flap in case Jack was waiting inside. If there was anyone at home he adopted one of two strategies. First he went on to the deck and stood at the door from the lounge hoping someone would take pity on him and let him in. Failing that he just sat in the garage and barked. He knew that it was safe for him to traverse the flap when he heard, “It’s OK Sam.” Then he entered quite nonchalantly as if that was what he intended all along.

Jack had other annoying habits, some comical enough to make an English Cheshire cat grin – but most just annoying or downright embarrassing. He persisted from time to time in trying to hump all the other dogs. You can imagine what Sam thought of that.

We never worked out what was his pleasure in licking the air. He pestered the rest and if they let him, Sam was too scared not to, would lick the wax out of their ears. It’s too delicate to mention where else he licked. 

When swimming in the lake Jack became quite manic, snapping at the water surface. He couldn’t really think could he, that he had a hope of catching fish? Sam, of course standing in the shallows with water up to his knees, was bemused by this behaviour. To him anyone in the lake was mad anyway.

Once when diving in to fetch a stick Jack let out a yelp as he hurt his back. It wasn’t really funny – he might have drowned if his owner had not dived in to rescue him. Then, for a while, whenever Jack went swimming he had to wear a harness that made sure he wouldn’t sink. There was a length of rope attached so that he could be pulled out if he got into difficulties. He would have looked more macho than usual – if it hadn’t been for the rope.


 Jack had a nasty habit, mind you Gem did too, of eating any deer poo he can find. He and Gem often played outside with a Frisbee and then they were good mates. Outside the corral they often wandered off together to explore the neighbourhood and Jack developed selective deafness to all shouts to come back. It has been known for them both to have to be fetched. Gem didn’t not like being scolded. Jack? He didn’t seem to care and gave the impression he was coming back anyway.
 
However Jack’s love of food had its advantages for the others as you will see. But no-one could understand why he tried to chew a can of ravioli before the can was opened.

Jack could tell the time and each afternoon when anyone was at home he barked to let them know that it was time for the dogs to be fed. If shouted down, he proceeded to nudge whoever it was with his head or play with their feet. Oh, and he had a foot fetish by the way.

His persistence usually worked and the food routine came into play. Jack had to stay in his room while Sam, Maxie and Gem sat patiently in the garage while the food was shared out in four separate bowls with water added to Jack’s. On the command OK they set to with a will. Jack’s bowl was carried back inside for him. Why did he have water added to his? This was to slow him down and to give the others the chance of finishing before he burst out through the dog flap to lick their bowls, just in case they had left a scrap.

Peace reigned while all four dogs went outside to deposit more poo for us to clean up.

Poor Jack had to be put to sleep after developing a problem with his throat which made it very difficult for him to eat. His ashes were spread around the property and as a special tribute part was distributed in the centre of the lake in which years earlier he had nearly come to grief. 


Tuesday, 5 April 2011

The Man Who Talks to Dogs


A-Z Challenge – ‘D’

Because of my interest in dogs I started to write about the dogs in the village where I live. The outcome – I suppose I now know as many dogs as people and I’ve heard people call me, “The man who talks to dogs.”

The first dog I remember was when I was very young, I’m not sure that I was old enough to go to school. The only photograph (now lost) that I saw of my father was him kneeling on the front lawn with Punch. Punch was an Airedale with a simple attitude to cats – he hated them. Mind you he took it to extremes when he killed the landlord’s cat for being on his lawn.

The first dog that I was allowed to take out for a walk was a white Labrador/Lurcher named Laddie, the gentlest dog you could imagine. He kept us in rabbit meat during WWII. Poor Laddie came to an untimely death when he was chased out off an alleyway behind a village pub straight under the wheels of a lorry.
Flick, the Whippet, came from South Wales. She covered herself in glory in a very short time by catching a hare almost as big as herself. I once wrote a short story based on this event called ‘The Chase.’

Major the Springer Spaniel had a demeanour to match his name. I’ll swear he sat to attention while his photograph was taken. Major was owned by my future wife’s family in Stamford, Lincolnshire.

 Major

My wife and I have never had a dog. One of my sons and my daughter have made up for this. Milly and Cara were the last two Irish Water Spaniels owned by my son. Milly was the most intelligent dog I’ve ever met and not a bad footballer either. She craved chicken bones and was the scourge of the neighbourhood raiding refuse bins for the remains. (You may read about Milly and Cara at http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2010/04/irish-water-spaniels.html).

Milly and Cara

My daughter who lives in America had two golden (yellow) Labradors, a brother and sister, named Sam and Maxie. They are the stars in my blog post ‘Dogs of Troy’ at http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2010/09/dogs-of-troy.html

Gem, Sam, Jack and Maxie
 When my daughter moved house, the pack increased to four with the addition of Gem, a black Lab mutt, and Jack, the chocolate Labrador know affectionately as the ‘Brown Bomber.’ Jack is my Lucky Dog (http://bobscotney.blogspot.com/2010/12/lucky-dog.html)
 
Jack
 Only Gem of the ‘originals’ is still alive and she has been joined by the elder statesman, a Retriever named Cody – the most obedient dog I know. He loves fishing in the lake.

 Cody

Scout and Lily are the younger Retrievers in the house. I have been told that it’s my job this summer to train Lily to behave. Wish me luck when I talk to the dogs.

[Posts and photos on North Yorkshire Village Dogs may be found in my blog archives in December 2009, January, March, June, July, September, October and December 2010]