flipper wrote:

On Fri, 14 May 2010 01:26:49 -0400, "Michael A. Terrell"
wrote:


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.

I was joking about him being 'reeducated to 'Texan.

Actually, I like beans too.

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.

Look on the bright side. It means he was well fed enough to 'afford'
being picky.


He wouldn't eat dog food. It had to come from the table, and have
the same scent as what we were eating.


Long time ago, when the Aussie was only a few years old, a neighbor
boy asked me to keep a 'stray' till he worked on his parents to keep
him. I put generous food bowls down for both and the stray immediately
took possession of the lot, forcing the Aussie to retreat. Or, rather,
the Aussie looked 'tolerantly perplexed' wondering what the big deal
was like "well, ok, if it means that much to you I'll take the next go
round."

The Aussie knew there was always plenty of food but for the stray it
was a once in a lifetime 'survival feast' and I'll bet he would have
eaten even beans had they been there


That's something they never seem to lose, after being a stray.


Btw, the Aussie was no push over and steadfastly refused to let my
sister's huge Rottweiler establish 'me boss' over him (same 'stand
over' routine I suspect he thought the cable guy was doing to the TV)
even on the 'foreign territory' of her farm.

He did loose the hilarious round robin '****ing contest', though, due
to a smaller bladder. He simply ran out of fuel but put in an
impressive showing nonetheless.


Ended up spitting sawdust? ;-)


He could have easily taken the small stray had he a mind to.


He would have, if he had considered it a threat.


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. ;-)

That was the cheese theory too, and one would think the same about
'chili covered beans', but you see how well that worked.


We weren't trying to hide anything. He only got a bowl of chili a
few times over the years, and always did the same thing.


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.

I dunno. Did a mailman kick him once as a pup?


No, he was inside a fully fenced yard most of his life. The one he
hated the most was the garbage truck driver.


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

Hehe. No, and he was doing the typical tail wagging 'pet me let's
play' routine before the 'TV incident'. And, btw, things were fine
afterwards too.


He may have had made a motion the dog didn't like, then turned his
back to him, adding to the insult.


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.

That's not a bad theory if it weren't for everything being fine before
and after that 'one thing'.


Sometimes a dog acts that way, until they get a good sniff and decide
it's OK.


Sounds like you were on the floor when it approached and that may have
been why: non threatening posture. Hell, I'd be intimidated too if
'everyone' were 30 times my height. LOL


Yes, but I was up and down several times while it watched me from
under the couch. I think it smelled the sent of my terrier on me and
decided I was OK.


My youngest sister had a poodle only a hair bigger than you describe
but it was 'fearless'. Or at least put on a show of it. My mother used
to crack up when she'd 'peek in' to see if my sister was sleeping
because the little idiot would growl and then 'attack' her big toe.
Then flip over on it's back for a belly rub 'reward' for being so
'brave'.

I always suspected it simply couldn't tell in the dark who the 'giant'
was till it tasted the toe and you remember why 'dogs bark': just
because a bear's never come through that door before doesn't mean you
aren't one this time.


Sometimes they bark, just because they can. ;-)


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