I Finally Am Allowed To Post Again

Once again, a large period of time has elapsed since I last talked jc into updating my blog. He keeps coming up with excuses, and it's only because I threatened to chew through all the network cables and pee on the server that he relented and condescended to bring everyone up to date about ME.

The sad reality is I don't live a life as exciting as Beckett or
The Thundering Herd. Which is really sad, 'cause I'm a GSD and they're not. MY life is supposed to be exciting, filled with adventure, rescuing the Timmys from wells, locating lost children, finding IEDs (Improvised Edible Devices), and apprehending crystal meth dealers. Instead, I spent a lot of time snoozed out on the couch, harassing Moon, or playing with Makeeta.

So what's happened in the last 10 months? I almost had jc write an entry I wanted to title 'Hook, Worm & Stinker', where I got a case of worms because I wasn't on the correct meds because we were trying to figure out why I have the itchies & scratchies. I still do, but at least the stuff I'm taking makes me not I&S, but it kinda saps my energy. A little more about that later.

I could talk about the time I yanked Cindy off her feet and got loose. At night, no less. jc and Cindy got out the big flashlights, and were waving at traffic to slow down. I was standing in the middle of the road, with cars stopped on either side of me. I, of course, don't come when I'm called, but jc called me, and started running towards the house. That ol' prey drive kicked in, and I chased him down to the house, where he flung open the front door and I went skidding on in. Yup, I got played. By a human. Now when Cindy takes me out, she uses a wrap around her waist and snaps the leash to it. That way, even if I pull her down, I'm not going anywhere.

Since about late September, the weather has been good for walking. jc and I go to the park and walk a few laps. I used to be able to walk 5 laps [jc: A lap is about .83 miles] without even slowing down, but now after 2 or 3, I have to take a breather. These meds I take for the itchies & scratchies take it out of me. It's a known side effect, and we still don't know why I have the I&S's in the first place. jc feels we're treating a symptom and not a cause. Tonia (remember her? She was my vet until she retired in April. Lucky her!) was just glad I wasn't on Predisone any more, because that can have long-term bad effects.

I really enjoy walking in the park. There's often kids there, and they almost always want to pet me (what self-respecting human wouldn't? I mean, I'm a GSD!). jc encourages them to come up and pet me, and has even gotten some really scared ones to do it. Sometimes they just touch me, and sometimes they pet me like so much I think I won't have any fur left! jc says I'm an "Ambassador of Good Will for GSDs". I'm told there are nasty people out there that teach their dogs to be mean, and some people are scared of GSDs (can you imagine?). To show that not all GSDs are bad, he encourages people to pet me.

Recently we were up there, and there was a little girl who was about 1 1/2 years old. We walked by and she squealed in delight. jc ask her parents if she wanted to pet me, and they said she would. So I sat still while she came over and touched my nose. Then she gave me a great big old hug, and held my paw, and whispered in my ear. I gave her the ol' nose-lick and she giggled. She kept wanting to pet me, but we had to finish the walk and get home to dinner. This kid had no fear, so I think she'll be fine with big dogs when she gets older.

Another time we were strolling through the play-ground area (I'll get jc to take some pictures with the Giggle Phone), and a little boy was toddling around. jc asked his dad if he wanted to pet me, and the dad had the brains to ask, "Is he friendly?". Seriously. I mean, isn't that the dumbest thing you've heard? Like a human is going to walk some baby-killer through a public park. Yah, right! Dad was told "Of course not. He loves kids." So the little kid petted on me, and I did the ol' nose-lick for him too. Now I dunno what this kid was eating, but it was good. So I kept giving him nose-licks, and he kept giggling. Dad allowed as how I sure was a friendly dog (the man is a genius...).

You may remember from a previous post that I said I liked to go to Van Pugh Park and walk on the islands. Lake Lanier has come up 20 feet from it's lowest level, and now the islands are almost gone. We tried to go walking on one, but some loser had a little puff dog running around loose (leashes, humans, we need to be on freakin' leashes!), and jc didn't want me to risk getting indigestion from eating it. So we gave up and went somewhere else.

Well, that's about it from now. If something interesting happens, I'll be sure to update y'all on it. But unless someone pushes a Timmy into a well, and I'm nearby, I'll probably be on the couch...

*woof*