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Stopped to chat to a nice bloke in a wheelchair, in the shopping centre car park on the way to Grimmauld Place. He liked the dogs and he actually identified Squish's breed. As I told him, if I had a pound for every time that had happened, I'd have three pounds. If I had a pound for every time he'd been called a Dalmatian I'd have a healthy budget for my new production of 101 German Shorthaired Pointers by now.
Spike was doing his usual attention whore routine, and Squish was scanning the horizon for wildlife, as he does whenever he's not in the house, when I felt him freeze from scan mode to THERE IT IS!!!
I followed his nose like a compass needle and there, maybe twenty feet away was a fox. Staring at us with a faintly amused expression. The dogs lost it and started yapping and singing, and the fox still didn't move. I took a few steps towards him and he retreated another five feet, licked his nose and carried on staring. In the end it was me who ran away; I was afraid the dogs' heads might explode. Go fox!
Spike was doing his usual attention whore routine, and Squish was scanning the horizon for wildlife, as he does whenever he's not in the house, when I felt him freeze from scan mode to THERE IT IS!!!
I followed his nose like a compass needle and there, maybe twenty feet away was a fox. Staring at us with a faintly amused expression. The dogs lost it and started yapping and singing, and the fox still didn't move. I took a few steps towards him and he retreated another five feet, licked his nose and carried on staring. In the end it was me who ran away; I was afraid the dogs' heads might explode. Go fox!
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or are they so used to foxhunts that they come out solely to tease dogs on leashes? :D
around here, if we saw a fox standing that still and unafraid...I'm afraid everyone would immediately think Rabid animal! and go find someone to shoot him.
Although, when I moved in here about...ohhh...15 years ago, there was this racoon who used to visit me every night during the summers...he would stand just out of reach and stare at me and Cuddles.
After the rabies scare a few years ago, they hunted down any and all wildlife they could find, and killed them indescriminately...I always thought that was sad, but one of the police officers said you should beware of wildlife that acts friendly...that racoon looked sleek and healthy to me.
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They're not very afraid of people round here. Hunting only happens further out in the countryside - town and suburb foxes get quite used to people. I used to know one in the town centre a few years ago that'd take food from your hands.
It is very unusual to find one that would stay in view of two barking dogs though.
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I like it when people know what he is, but I wouldn't expect them to unless they were really into dogs or they'd had one before. They're not a common breed at all, and black ones even less so.
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And how slow am I? I knew I knew Squish's breed, but it didn't occur to me just then that my grandpa used to have german shorthair pointers when my mom was growing up. My family has always had really good opinions of that breed.
(don't mind me, I'm babbling while waiting to wake up)
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They are truly excellent family dogs for families who are into dogs. They're meybe a little more difficult than "Joe Average Pet Owner" might want for a family dog - sensitive, quirky and drivey - but they're so worth it. Katie was the dog who made me a dog person.