Torture
May 17, 2009 by Douglas · Leave a Comment
Not a huge fan of my dogs right now. One of them is sick and we will be taking him into the vet this week. The other is pretty well behaved, but is arrogant. I think he’s mixed with some cat-compatible breed.
We got these two guys when we lived in an apartment in Kent. The neighborhood wasn’t the best, and since we were partially afraid of letting our kids run rampant in the parking lot like other ‘parents’ we decided to compound the issue by getting a dog and giving them something to play with inside. I never claimed to be a smart guy.
The whole thing came about after my sister (who lived in the same complex) got a pair of girl dogs from a litter out in Bremerton or something. They were so cute, and after finding out there were more waiting to be adopted we ran out to pick out one of our own. The genius that I am suggested we get a second one after the girls didn’t select the one I wanted (the sick one) – which made our happy home all the more crowded and noisy.
The dogs are miniature Dachshunds mixed with Pomeranian and something else – I think raccoon or something else feral. This means that they are highly strung and have this undercoat that makes them shed year round, all over our house. I guess if you were keeping track of the pros and cons, the only pro I can think of right away is that they were “free”. Free meaning we left their mother’s home without shelling out any dollars… but that was just the dealer’s intent. The first one is always free – then you have to support your stupid habit.
If we were smart and really had wanted dogs, and not made stupid emotional decisions after falling in love with my sister’s dogs (who I somewhat enjoy) we would have picked different breeds and probably paid something for them. Nothing stupid like a Labradoodle or some other dog conglomerate from some designer dog-o-phile, but something with an assured temperment to say the least.
Suffice to say these are the last dogs we will own. Unless some one can come up with a breed that is easy to handle, even tempered and has a decent name. You could combine a Portuguese Water Dog for instance, with a Border Terrier… if you named it a Water Border, I’d buy one in a second!
“Come here Cheney… come on boy! Good dog!”
But I wouldn’t take it hunting.
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