Results tagged “dogs” from South Bay Pets

Not long before his death, Harry and I headed out for a walk that proved eventful. He was nearly 13, old for a big dog. Walks were no longer the slap-happy Iditarods of his youth, frenzies of purposeless pulling in which we would cast madly off in all directions, fighting for command. Nor were they the exuberant archaeological expeditions of his middle years, when every other tree or hydrant or blade of grass held tantalizing secrets about his neighbors. In his old age, Harry had transformed his walk into a simple process of elimination--a dutiful, utilitarian, head-down trudge. 

A dachshund that held the record as the world's oldest has died at the age of 21. That's 147 in dog years, which leads me to believe that the forumla we use to calculate dog ages is slightly flawed.

Coincidentally, my own dog turns 3 today. How did the idiot dog celebrate? By running away last night. I chased him for three blocks before I caught up with him. The moron had run into somebody else's backyard.

If you're going to go to the trouble of running away, why would you run into the exact same place you're escaping from?

I dragged his sorry ass back home and vowed that this year, things will be different. Yeah, that's going to happen.

Here he is laughing about the whole thing.

Fort MacArthur Museum is hosting a yard sale on its grounds to benefit the K-9 Corps Guard Dog Cemetery. The cemetery is the final resting place for many dogs who served in the armed forces.

The event runs from 8 a.m. to noon Saturday, Aug. 29. It's at 3601 S. Gaffey St., San Pedro. Call 310-548-2631 for more info.

The dog was probably just getting revenge for them doing this to him.

HOUSTON --  Prosecutors told jurors Monday that a Texas woman accused of cutting off her infant son's genitals two years ago was a drug abuser who showed no remorse or concern for her child as he was on the verge of death.

Katherine Nadal's defense attorneys, however, said an expert will back up the 28-year-old woman's claim it could have been the family dog, a 6-to-7 pound dachshund, that mutilated her son in their suburban Houston apartment in March 2007.

Nadal is on trial on a charge of injury to a child, a first-degree felony. She faces up to life in prison if convicted of attacking her then-5-week-old son, Holden Gothia. Her trial is expected to last at least a week.

If you have a dog, you know they smile. Sometimes they do it because they're angry. Sometimes they do it because they're upside down and they have flabby lip muscles. And sometimes they do it just because they find something amusing. This is my dog giggling after he chased the cat around the house.

This pup looks so happy, so serene, he kinda makes me want to be a dog. If only he knew how to kick his legs to get some momentum going.

Some days my job is easier than others. This is an easy one. I got an e-mail from the Washington Post (who ever thought i'd write that sentence?) about a story running in the paper.

So I cut and pasted the e-mail's subject line and turned into the headline for this post. Now i'm going to paste the body of the e-mail. Then you can go read the story yourself...

Today The Washington Post features a story about how one lost dog helped its owner find unexpected connections in a foreign city. Post foreign correspondent Pamela Constable writes about how her dog, Ahu, a small, slender brown and white street hound which she rescued from under a taxicab at an airport, went missing when the gate was left open, vanishing into Islamabad, Pakistan.

 According to Constable, Islamabad is a city of many pet owners but few animal lovers. Affluent families dote on imported Persian and Siamese cats and retired officers walk their German shepherds or stout yellow labs, but she has rarely seen anyone express concern or affection for a street dog. So she is surprised when, during her search, she eventually connects with strangers in a city where she has many professional acquaintances but no close friends

It's a true fact that I I have the cutest dog in the world, don't bother denying it. (True, he's the worst behaved dog too, but behvior and looks don't really intersect)

But for those who foolishly disagree, a contest is being held by a dog-food company that will settle the issue once and for all.

Here's a press release I got (I get a lot of press releases) (I also use a lot of parantheses)

Yeah, this is stupid. But one of these dogs really is my dog. If you guess which one, I'll send you a Daily Breeze pencil! And no multiple guesses allowed. No sisters either.

Being a dog used to be more fun than it is now. Can you imagine doing this now?

The king of cable blowhards, Bill O'Reilly, has been predicting that if gay people are allowed to get married, then everybody will be able to marry goats. Or something like that.

It seemed a tad over the top to me, but looks like he was on to something: Dogs are now getting married! There's even a Web site devoted to it.

OK, there are Web sites dedicated to everything. And honestly, I'm just mentioning O'Reilly to get more traffic. 

Judging by the time people are fleeing the office these days, I gather there's some sort of basketball thing going on. Maybe it's March Madness or something.

I'm not into sports, but here's a dog that should be a Laker. They'd win the championship in five games if they did.

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It was two years ago yesterday that I got my dog. As I've written before, it was on Mother's Day and for some reason I decided to stop at a shelter while driving to my mom's house.

Boy was she mad when I showed up with a strange dog.

It's been two years of frustration and fun. But Rocket is becoming less and less of a monster every day. He no longer destroys things (but that's only because there's nothing left). And he doesn't try to escape nearly as often (probably because I turned my house into a dog fortress).

Here's a picture of the two of us hanging out.

Ha ha. Its funny because that dog actually looks like Rocket. And, of course, I look like a monkey.

But the pair in that picture are actually friends at an animal shelter. And I thought we were the only monkey-coon hound pair in the country. The two swim together and the orangutan actually takes the dog for walks. See, they ARE just like us.

Actually, this dog has nothing to do with Torrance. I was just tricking you...