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Here’s another photo (Adam spied her in First Snow) of my dog, Fang. Her previous owner called her Jill, Jilly Cakes, Jilly Pops, girly names to be sure. That was before the dog learned to join me at construction sites where men, standing knee deep in snow, rip walls down while dressed in animal skins . The name Jill? It had to go.
Fang is a man’s dog. She wakes me in the morning (bark, bark), alerts me to invisible threats (bark, bark), and, as I say, joins me at work. Pictured here, you can see a slavering Fang preoccupied with a baseball (fond memories of her previous owner’s son?). Soon Fang will be fitted for tool carrying cargo bags. Last night she chased down a doe and brought me the hind quarters for dinner.
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ball boy
“Fang” is a gentle and intelligent soul, but all dog. Can fetch balls for hours and will patiently and demurely (as in this photo) ask any willing human to input the ballistics (but won’t whine or pout if not). If she chased down a doe, it was only to reunite her with her fawn, and she probably got the hindquarters at Idylwild with her “owner’s” credit card…….
pohaku
Clearly Fang has just finished off the pitcher.
Now she is wondering if the ball should be next.
goose
Well Mike, fang is doing well at her original home and i guess we are back to the difference between a man’s tool and a woman’s tool!
michael
I thought it cruel to steal Jill/Fang right out from under my snoozing self. I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye!
goose
well mike u can take Fang to work any day of the week you want. If would get out of the house and we can tell that she had a good time with you guys
mothergoose
Fang, indeed…. I had to save her from your influence, clearly. And I honestly don’t know what you were thinking….trying to make her out to be so masuline-tough. Surely you know that females are tougher than males (in general) any day of the week. And her tendancy to lay on her back and beg for belly rubs only shows that she is tough enough to be vunerable!
michael
All distortions aside, Jill was an absolute joy to dog sit. Besides an occasional heart attack inducing spontaneous out-of-nowhere loud bark, she was as polite as an elderly relative.
Maybe more so.
Wondering
And just what “elderly” relative would you be thinking of?