Dogs

Here’s another jogging ‘sausage’, aka a Dachshund. Most people call them ‘wiener dogs’, but I always call them sausages.

Years ago, my first dog, Coyote aka Totos, loved pig ears. At first, I was buying them at the pet store, they were small and would give one to my dog for trimming his toe nails. I just had to make the sign and he would run, bulldoze the cat and put himself in position for the trimming of his nails. He loved them but after chewing on them, he had to pee about 20 times, mostly at night.

Charlie, the swiss mountain dog, is only a year old and he’s already 75lbs or almost 35kg. He’s not going to grow up in height but he’s gaining bulk every week. George, his owner, thinks that Charlie will end up being around 120lbs or around 55kg. Imagine a playful Charlie running full speed toward you to play with you! That’s not a dog, it’s an incoming bulldozer, watch out.

I just got a new dog, no photo yet. It’s a small dog, 9.1kg or about 20lbs. His name is Bogus, yes ‘Bogus’ as in fake. He’s afraid of other dogs and people too. He’s never been on a walk before. Bogus didn’t even know what a walk was. He only went to patches of grass to have his pees and poops.

This dog, Polo, is eager to play but unfortunately he can’t. The problem is that he lives right next to the park. Polo doesn’t live near the park or across the street from the park.

On a Friday morning, I was walking around the Granville Island market and I came across this scruffy dog attached to the railing by the entrance of the market.

We’ve all seen these Border Collies jump and catch Frisbees in mid-air at the Disc Dog/Frisbee Dog competitions. There, both the owners and their dogs do impressive jumps and tricks. Then there’s Max. Here’s Max, Max is not the short version of Maxim but it is for the abbreviated version of Maximilian.

Another Scottie at Ambleside Park by the seashore. The rocks in the background are the edge of the shore, literally, the seashore. The Ambleside Beach is further down the path. The dog wasn’t listening to her owner, a short lady with a high pitched voice. She was screaming for Ettie (I think that was the dog’s name) to come back and not go onto the pathway.

Some dogs walk next to you. Some dogs walk in front of you. And then there are the dogs that walk with you.

Her owner, Manuella, is a lady from Nicaragua who just had her baby. She pushes her stroller with one hand and throw the ball with her ball thrower in her other hand. She told me: