The Dogs We Met in California
The American Staffordshire aka NOT a Pitbull
Seems like everybody has a dog in Socal. And they are all walking, running, or biking with their dog. It’s really nice. I especially like to see them running on the beach. Ongy was running loose on the beach.
Although if you ask me, they look pretty close to a Pitty. They are all in the bully family. Where I come from, Pits are the dog to own. In some neighborhoods, packs of Pits roam the streets and I fear for the odd dog, cat, squirrel, or God forbid, child that gets in their way. I am always driving a vehicle when going through those neighborhoods. I know, I know, Pitbull lovers argue that they are the absolute best dogs to have especially with children. But why tempt fate? Pit bulls have killed more than 80% of Americans killed by dogs. They also inflict the most severe injuries, that require surgery, more than any other breed of dog.
I managed to insult the young owner of this sleepy-looking dog in record time. It was a record for me.
“That’s a nice-looking chocolate lab you have there,” I said. “He is a short-haired German Pointer,” she corrected. “Oh, yeah now I see the likeness.” I then insinuated that he was fat. Some dogs get fat. There’s nothing wrong with it. “No. He is not fat. He runs 3 miles a day and is solid muscle.” I was told. When I say I was told I mean I was told.
Meet Pepin
Pepin is an old German name and it means “crazy eyes”. Actually, Pepin was bought in Germany from reputable breeders and transported to California. He is a Drahtharr. A hunting dog. He cost thousands of dollars. I couldn’t believe the amount so I quickly erased it from my memory banks and that’s why I can’t say exactly how much. People don’t know how lucky they are to own a purebred dog of their choosing. Unfortunately, I have never had one. I am left with the detritus of dogs. I mean my dogs have been the throwaways (in one case literally). So I get what I get. Maybe one day when I am dogless I will seek out a canine personage such as the stunning Ronnie we met in Belarus. Yep, I might go with a Doberman.
Hot Dogs
“Is that a fox?” I asked. This is a Shiba Inu dog rescued from a puppy mill in Korea and intended to be sold as dog meat. I mean dog meat to be consumed by people. Can you imagine eating a little fella like this? Look at his face. There is an intelligent, knowing, and feeling creature behind those eyes. So in one part of the world people are paying beau coup money for dogs and in another part of the world they’re eating them. People.
When I said goodbye I said, “Goodbye, Shiba!” But walking away I realized that ‘Shiba’ is her breed, not her name. Ugh.
Yoda
From a distance, this little creature reminds me of Yoda, a Star Wars character, in small dog form. He watched me closely but never moved a muscle. I would’ve asked his name, but his lady was engaged in conversation. I notice that he belongs to the pink heart brigade. More on them later.
Have Wheels Will Travel
This guy came tearing out of a store on Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica and just continued on down the sidewalk. Nobody was walking with him. It seemed he was on his own, and with the rate of speed he was going it appeared he knew exactly where he was going and why. You go buddy and a pox on anybody who gets in your way.
Help! I’ve fallen off the sidewalk and I can’t get up!
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