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lizblackdog) wrote2006-03-27 04:03 pm
lizblackdog) wrote2006-03-27 04:03 pm
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She gave her heart to the man in the long black coat
It's been wild and windy here today, and for some reason that tends to make Spike even more batshit insane than usual. Another thing that makes him especially excitable is the walk to One Stop and back - I've no idea what set up that particular association in his mind but he's noticeably more explosive on those walks than any other. Put the two together and you get something frankly scary. Running up trees, dancing on the end of the leash like a hooked marlin, attracting attention all round... I love that dog so damn much.
I know I rave about him more than I do about Squish. I don't love Squish any less; Squish is my adorable little boy - but Spike is my equal, my alter ego, my confidant. Squish is there to be cherished and looked after. Spike and I look after each other and Squish as well - it's more like being in love than just loving.
I know I rave about him more than I do about Squish. I don't love Squish any less; Squish is my adorable little boy - but Spike is my equal, my alter ego, my confidant. Squish is there to be cherished and looked after. Spike and I look after each other and Squish as well - it's more like being in love than just loving.
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nothing's worse than knocking coconuts with a dog - the dog ALWAYS wins.
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incidentally, see the top photo? the garden you can see out of the window with the clothesline and the blue fence? there's a lovely brindle Pit boy lives there. Sometimes we watch him and his owner playing from the window.
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