To: Gone_Fishing who wrote (9887 ) 1/18/1999 1:34:00 PM From: Charliss Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 15094
Heya GF! >We obviously have two camps on this thread, the "Cat" people and the camp that I belong to, the "Dog" people...< My partner, Jennyanydots, had two wonderful black labs with whom she loved to cavort- mostly by playing tricks on them. Poochese, the female, was the first black lab. This is the one who loved to swim along the shoreline with me at camp, go for fast boat rides, and hold the flashlight in her mouth while she guided us during late night walks along the narrow mountainside road behind the camp(to this day, I am convinced she deliberately reversed the flashlight as she picked it up once after dropping it....of course, as she turned to us in the dark, the inside of her mouth was lit up like a jack-o-lantern) Jennyanydots used to hide behind and on top of things and then pounce on Poochese as she walked by or turned a corner(I believe this is how she developed her trading skills....her relationship with Poochese was kind of like "paper trading") Blackie, the second black lab, was a male who apparently had been abused by his previous owner, and when I first saw him at the animal shelter, he was a frightened and trembling wreck. The vet at the shelter was afraid that he was finished, that the trauma he had sustained would prove to be too much for him to recover from. As a final effort to create recovery, I brought him home. He had never learned anything apart from fear, and so it took a good while for him to become at peace with being alive, but eventually that happened. Jennyanydots assisted him in this process: often,. she would curl up against him and they would both nap and sleep that way. Sometimes she would lick him about the ears and face, the way cats wash themselves and their young. As Blackie aged, he became blind, and yet he learned to negotiate around the house and even outdoors for long periods of time. He was happy. Jennyanydots, while still a close friend of his, and still somewhat of a guardian, could not resist taking advantage of his blindness. She would walk right up to him as he was standing still someplace, right up under his nose, and while Blackie knew she was close by, he had no way of knowing just how close. Then, she would reach up and swat him on the nose(this was kind of like two traders active in the same stock, one with Level 2 and one without), and then he would pounce down in that silly way that dogs do, front legs flat on the floor and rear quarter remaining high- reacting to what she had initiated. Life can be so interesting!