Dog Hood

When the couch was against the wall I would refer to it as the dog's jungle gym. But now that we are in the new place, the couch is no longer against the wall and the couch is still the dogs jungle gym. They hang out on the arms and back of the sofa and so far, they haven't fallen off, though they've missed a few jumps from the slippery floor to the top of the couch back. It's a good thing it's a camel backed couch because it's fun to see them go up the camel's hump to get to the other arm. This new neighborhood is very doggie. And unlike NYC, the dog people introduce themselves and then their dogs. So you have to remember two or three names for each pooch you meet on the street. I feel the need for ginkgo biloba living here. There is a wide variety of doggieness too, and nary a golden lab in the bunch. We have two Italian Greyhounds, one basset hound, a basenji (notice I'm doing the hound group first) some gigantor yappy pekes, various shepards and pits, a dalmatian mix that bit one of the little greyhounds and a mastiff. Yep, across the street there is a 190 pound, unneutered male mastiff. It's like having a pony on the street. I often think that whoever was developing the dog breeds had no sense, like breeding all those flat faced dogs who can't breathe or English Bulldogs who can't reproduce without artificial insemination and c-sections, but the world is a better place because no one in their right mind would actually breed a mastiff sized dog with a jack russell's temperament. Imagine. It's scary.
Hey the spell check wanted to change unneutered to unbuttered!