flipper wrote:

On Thu, 13 May 2010 13:58:42 -0400, "Michael A. Terrell"
wrote:


flipper wrote:

Ah, a true Texan: no beans in the chili. LOL


No, he was an Ohio dog.

'Origin' doesn't matter, it's the 'attitude'


My parents both grew up on farms, where beans were a normal part of
your diet.


It's just that some of the other dogs in the
neighborhood were a 'VERY' bad influence on him...

Just sounds to me like he got a proper culinary education. hehe


No, he was just ornery.


My Aussie was like that with his pill. You could, and I did,
multi-layer wrap and pack the dern thing in cheese, poke it to the
back of his throat, hold mouth close, stroke neck... yada yada... and
as soon as you let go a pristine, clean as a whistle, pill would go
plop in the floor.

Needless to say, just sticking it in a bowl of food didn't work any
better than your kidney beans.

I don't remember for sure now but I think I ended up having to grind
the things to powder.


Or dissolve it in a bowl of water.

I would have had to powder it first anyway as the thing didn't
dissolve very well.

I remember now that the issue was short lived because the 'new
version' was a 'flavored chewy' sort of thing.

Don't know why my vet is back to a 'pill' version these days but the
Border Collie will eat dern near anything including, unfortunately,
gloves.

Maybe you should have froze it in
an ice cube? ;-)

If cheese didn't fool him I doubt the ice cube would have either. hehe

But you're right, the Aussie loved ice cubes too.


Add a little 'Koolaide' to color & flavor it, and it would be gone
too fast to notice the pill. ;-)


A friend of mine thought this one looked exactly like the previous
Aussie but the general consensus is Border Collie.

No, there isn't. It was bad enough having to leave him at home when
I left for the US Army. He HATED uniforms. It took him at least six
months to forgive me for arriving home in my dress uniform, when I was
released from active duty.

Interesting. I wonder what it was about 'uniforms' he didn't like.


I have no idea, but he was an equal opportunity pest when it came to
uniforms. His hair would stand up, his ears would be laid back and he
would growl a deep warning to anyone who dared to enter or yard or home
in a uniform.


Sometimes you just never know what they're thinking, though. Like: my
Aussie loved everyone (as does the Border Collie), including the
'never saw before' cable repair guy until he bent over the TV set to
check the cable.


That wasn't 'Larry the Cable Guy' was it? I wouldn't blame the dog,
if it was!


The Aussie went nuts. I don't know exactly what he would have done
because I had him by the collar sitting between my legs at the
chair but he growled, barked, and tried to lunge; responding to
'sit' when I held him back and it only took a few seconds for him to
calm back down.


Maybe he was protesting the monthly fees? Money that wouldn't be
spent on his treats & chew toys?


I was stunned because, prior to that (the only time), I had never seen
him express even the slightest degree of apprehension, much less
'aggression', toward any person no matter what they were doing and I
had just finished telling the cable guy, "the worst thing that could
happen is he might lick you to death... but I've got him by the collar
so he won't bother you."

'surprise'


Maybe he objected to the guy's scent? Some of the chemicals used in
CATV are rather strong, even without the person being soaked in sweat.
The plasticizer used in making the coax, and some of the lubricants &
hand cleaners carried in the trucks can upset an animal.


Near as I can figure, he though the man bending 'over' the TV set was
a 'dog sign' of him trying to establish 'dominance' over it and, by
golly, that TV set was grOURS so BARK off


I was on a TV service call before I went into the Army. The woman
had a Toy Terrier that was almost a carbon copy of my Rat Terrier,
except it could sit in the palm of your hand. She assured me that it
would be no trouble, that it was scared of everyone and it would hide
till I left. I was busy working on her TV when I heard its tiny nails
on the tile floor. It was dragging a rubber pretzel that was almost as
big as it was, to me. She heard it and came around the corner to see it
sitting beside me on the floor. I was working with my right hand, and
scratching its head with my left. She was stunned, and told me that it
had never allowed anyone but her to touch it.

OTOH, flying home in that uniform saved me almost $1000 by using a
military standby ticket.


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have a DD214, and a honorable discharge.