Remember boys – two heads are better than one 🙂
Now’s our chance – let’s finish that tunnel!
Spirit and Merlin gossiping again 😉
Jazz – this is how you dog paddle 🙂
Hey Spirit, you know how I told you – Never trust the humans 😉
Well these ones are tolerable
However, this one with the camera is totally weird 😉
A boy and a dog called Jazzy
Best friends
can be short or tall
bright or quiet
booky or sporty
anything at all
mine just happens to be
a goofy, woolly
poodly, woodly
labradoodley
type beastie
with a coat of gold
soft as marshmallows
melting in the camp fire
pinkest tongue
cool wet nose
that reminds me when
a hug is due
boofy head
that rests on my legs
like I’m the best pillow
ever
following me from room to room
my loyal shadow
liquid eyes
of chocolate brown
forever sad
even when eating
but a shaggy, waggy tail
reveals
a heart filled with happy
jazzy, fizzy stuff
that bubbles all around me
tickling me with love.
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Note: A repost 🙂
Artist Benedicte Delachanal has done a sketch of Sheba dreaming of a catdog existence – thanks Ben 🙂
The blue ball point pen is making a comeback, if you didn’t know 😉
Woof! Meow! zzzzzzzz
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What’s with all the Dog Pee?
Do dogs mark their territory with pee?
Are dogs checking their ’email’ when sniffing the urinated bark of a eucalyptus tree?
Are dogs revelling in the release of stress on the smelling of another dog’s wee?
Compatriot in the blogosphere Kate Shrewsday from England recently alerted her readers to a study in Psychology Today that attempts to wipe the dog owner blackboard clean of fanciful theories of canine intelligence and wizzing behaviour 😉
The ‘study’, if you can call it that (I would call it a musing) puts forward the thesis that dogs are deficit in the grey matter department and are merely reacting to bodily signals of stress, rather than marking territory and other silly theories put forward by the dog loving ignoramus contingent.
The author Lee Charles Kelley’s logic can certainly be argued against (and I would if I could be bothered) or cherry picked for the affirmative. But I would rather just throw up a poem I wrote some time ago (and I will be consulting with Labradoodles Jazz and Sheba to develop a more comprehensive and palatable theory of my own). 🙂
Social networking for dogs
Bum sniffing beasties
whiffing their way round town
straining at leads
checking pheromone laced emails
rolling over reeking
rigor mortised possums,
advertising
dropping logs
instead of blogs
dispensing regular pee updates
what’s happening
twitter feed for furry friends
wagging their happiness
howling their displeasure
nose to bum
ear to ear
disconnected but connected
neighbourhood pack.
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ps. Psychology Today (phfff!)
pps. I am a dog owning psychologist – so there 😉
ppps. Anthropomorphising in literature is not inconsistent with cognitive theories of dog behaviour.
pppps. If human’s are so smart, why is the planet in such a mess and why do we have reality TV shows?
ppppps. That Lee could be onto something but this is lot’s of fun.
Archiving some photos for the Memory Bank 🙂
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What is it with dogs rolling in dead things!
My kids washed Jazz and Sheba the other day. Nice, clean labradoodles emerge dripping with water. They both do the doggy shake, water flying in all directions. Kids emerge as wet as the dogs.
Happy days 🙂
Dogs get towel-dried and the front door is opened so they can go crazy outside. Dogs run around like demented rabbits for a few minutes.
Then Sheba proceeds to roll on smelly dead toad!
Arrghhh!
A stream of invective emerges from my usually clean mouth 😦
$#@%^$#&^%$##*#*#*#*@@$#%^@&#
I like to think of it as a metaphor for what has just happened.
This is not a one off and dog owners everywhere will be nodding their heads in knowingness.
We’ve had the dead possum roll, the dead fish roll, the dead shark roll. Anything in a state of decomposition and suitable smelly will do.
Theories abound for why dogs roll in smelly, dead stuff, but I like to think they do it just to piss me off.
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If I could talk to the animals
The kids and I have been reading Doctor Dolittle, one of my all time favourite books, and we’ve been wishing we could talk to the animals.
Never mind! Some animals can understand a bit of what we are saying, even if they can’t quite get the words out to answer back (except the occasional talented parrot). Apparently dogs are up there with your average 3 year old when it comes to understanding language (with the ability to comprehend over 100 words).
I have no doubt it’s true.
My dogs Jazz and Sheba will cock a head, shift ears or raise eyebrows on hearing the following words (sometimes they will even follow an order 😉 ):
dinner
food
treat
chicken
pigs ears
cheese
dumbass
smackos
walkies
sit
stay
on your mat
come
here
heel
woopsy
fetch
drop
leave it
bath time
stinky bum
fluff buckets
tennis ball
ball
play ball
wee wees
water
blanky
Jazz
Sheba
dumb and dumber
howooooool
leave the #*# kangaroos alone!
you want a smack on your furry ass!
etc.,
Can your dog or cat understand what the hell you are talking about?
Labradoodle!
It’s such a noodle name
for any sort of dog.
A dog that’s neither Labrador nor Poodle,
a bitser this and that, for sure.
Purists will quickly point out,
the muttiness factor of the dawg.
They hold their noses way up high
to extend their view of down,
they pontificate on colours,
size and necessary standards,
ending up with quite a frown,
but I don’t care for such things
you couldn’t get a cuter dog
then the dandy Labradoodle
(my bias is showing, I have two I call my own)
and mutts they’re not to me.
They are a woolly combination
of both silly poodleness
and labrador loyalty,
intelligence (a modicum, enough to get them by)
and sloppy, lovingness in spades,
they might not frighten burglars
or sniff out contraband
but they’ll love you as their leader
and follow your commands.
Well that’s the theory!
Social networking for dogs
Bum sniffing beasties
whiffing their way round town
straining at leads
checking pheromone laced emails
rolling over reeking
rigor mortised possums,
advertising
dropping logs
instead of blogs
dispensing regular pee updates
what’s happening
twitter feed for furry friends
wagging their happiness
howling their displeasure
nose to bum
ear to ear
disconnected but connected
neighbourhood pack.
Gabe Feathers McGee 
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