In retrospect, my entire life has revolved around dogs. I have had dogs since the age of 10, and I can’t even conceive of what life would be without dogs.
I am a dog fanatic. It’s embarrassing sometimes; when I visit a home with dogs, I often spend more time playing with the dogs than talking with my hosts. I can’t help it, but they understand, being dog lovers themselves.
Dog people are different from non-dog people. I’m not sure I can even trust non-dog people…but I digress.
My house has turned into a zoo. The dogs run the house, and we are there just to feed and care for them.
I moved to California in December 1997 with my two dogs, my beautiful Collie, Candy Bar, and my feisty, lively Shepherd, Shelby. They are both gone now, but we have three other dogs whom we love, and love us.
The picture of Candy, Shelby and me at the pool was taken shortly after I moved to California.
The pictures of Candy and my Black Lab, Jacques, were not posed. They were buddies and often cuddled up to each other. They were hilarious together.
My female Doberman, Zizi (named after the famous French ballerina, Zizi Zeanmaire) is 90 lbs. of solid muscle. She is the most intelligent dog I have ever had, and constantly amazes me. She is always a few steps ahead of me, and, being very aggressive as Dobermans are, always tries to take over the house. It is a constant battle of wits and wills. She gets into everything and steals whatever she can, most notably, my shoes and slippers. She doesn’t damage them, but places them in her bed. Actually two beds. We bought a new bed at Costco, but she wouldn’t let us throw away the old bed, so now she has two large beds she can stretch out over. She is lovable, loving and incredibly funny.
Jacques is a Black Lab, also 90 lbs. The other two dogs are the watchdogs. He is the canine version of the Wal-Mart greeter. He loves everyone, and plays with everyone who comes into the house. He loves playing with the exterminator when he makes his monthly visit, and follows him round the house, with a toy in his mouth, hoping the exterminator will play a tug-of-war with him.
Jake is half-Lab and half-Shepherd, and is a huge dog, at 145 lbs. People are intimidated by him, and his barks are very loud, but with us he acts like a big black Teddy Bear, giving us big kisses and licks with his oversize tongue.
Jacques and Jake used to be buddies, but when I brought Zizi into the house, they became bitter enemies. The second day she was there, they got into a fight in the back yard and tore each other up. It cost me almost $1,000 in vet bills, and when I tried to separate them I got bitten on the forearm, and had to get a tetanus shot.
Now, Jacques has one half of the house to himself, and Zizi and Jake share the other half. A door separates the two halves.
I am a dog fanatic. It’s embarrassing sometimes; when I visit a home with dogs, I often spend more time playing with the dogs than talking with my hosts. I can’t help it, but they understand, being dog lovers themselves.
Dog people are different from non-dog people. I’m not sure I can even trust non-dog people…but I digress.
My house has turned into a zoo. The dogs run the house, and we are there just to feed and care for them.
I moved to California in December 1997 with my two dogs, my beautiful Collie, Candy Bar, and my feisty, lively Shepherd, Shelby. They are both gone now, but we have three other dogs whom we love, and love us.
The picture of Candy, Shelby and me at the pool was taken shortly after I moved to California.
The pictures of Candy and my Black Lab, Jacques, were not posed. They were buddies and often cuddled up to each other. They were hilarious together.
My female Doberman, Zizi (named after the famous French ballerina, Zizi Zeanmaire) is 90 lbs. of solid muscle. She is the most intelligent dog I have ever had, and constantly amazes me. She is always a few steps ahead of me, and, being very aggressive as Dobermans are, always tries to take over the house. It is a constant battle of wits and wills. She gets into everything and steals whatever she can, most notably, my shoes and slippers. She doesn’t damage them, but places them in her bed. Actually two beds. We bought a new bed at Costco, but she wouldn’t let us throw away the old bed, so now she has two large beds she can stretch out over. She is lovable, loving and incredibly funny.
Jacques is a Black Lab, also 90 lbs. The other two dogs are the watchdogs. He is the canine version of the Wal-Mart greeter. He loves everyone, and plays with everyone who comes into the house. He loves playing with the exterminator when he makes his monthly visit, and follows him round the house, with a toy in his mouth, hoping the exterminator will play a tug-of-war with him.
Jake is half-Lab and half-Shepherd, and is a huge dog, at 145 lbs. People are intimidated by him, and his barks are very loud, but with us he acts like a big black Teddy Bear, giving us big kisses and licks with his oversize tongue.
Jacques and Jake used to be buddies, but when I brought Zizi into the house, they became bitter enemies. The second day she was there, they got into a fight in the back yard and tore each other up. It cost me almost $1,000 in vet bills, and when I tried to separate them I got bitten on the forearm, and had to get a tetanus shot.
Now, Jacques has one half of the house to himself, and Zizi and Jake share the other half. A door separates the two halves.
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I love doggies too !
Irina Bulici
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