brenda, you tease. You know I'm dying to hear the story now, right?

Heh. You do know brenda has more than just one bar fight story, right?

Bonny, is there any possibility at all the family could be talked into donating the dog to a local police department or search and rescue organization? She would be handled by a pro, kenneled adequately, and given a *job* that she's good at, which is what she needs more than the love of a family she really isn't mentally or emotionally equipped to care about.

He really doesn't have a clue about the evolution dogs and their relationship with humans!

Not even one.

I mean, you can argue cats as pets*. But, man, dogs domesticated us nearly as much as we domesticated them.

*Not with me, I am a cat person. But then I'm not as much a people person.

Also, one breeder mentioned that their slobber (which is the one thing I can't abide) dries like diamonds. If you don't catch it right way, it's there forever. I would perish.

My stepmom really, for a while, wanted a Newfoundland. But finally, I hope, decided that the drool was too much. She would be way too neurotic. Cute dogs but drool machines.

Had a nummy dinner with Pix, ND, erin-obscura and a not!buffista tonight. I really need to explore more local places because Portland has amazing food.

Nora, sure you could!

Check out Society for Non-Profit Orgs: [link]

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smonster, it was the early 70's and since I was a kid, it was blissful We had 11 acres of mushroom hunting, tree house building, waterfalls and streams and crawdads.

We did make friends among our neighbors, but we were always looked askance, as dad worked as a telephone lineman, and the neighbor men cobbled together a living: quarter horses, having an App stud, chickens and eggs to sell, smallcropping, breeding and selling coon hounds (NOT puppy mills) They'd work out at Purina or at the hot dog plant sometimes.

The women in the house would run a beauty shop in their home. A couple of brave souls were waitresses. But mostly the were SAHM. Country farm women, they worked hard.

smonster, sorry your date wasn't fireworks and sparkles. But at least you had a nice afternoon?

I have been reading! Books! Oh, novels, I've missed you. I haven't read a book in a week -- I think I was going into anaphylactic shock.

Your dad sounds pretty badass to me!

Like, Atticus badass.

I am not objective, but yeah, my dad was a total badass!

Bonny, is there any possibility at all the family could be talked into donating the dog to a local police department or search and rescue organization? She would be handled by a pro, kenneled adequately, and given a *job* that she's good at, which is what she needs more than the love of a family she really isn't mentally or emotionally equipped to care about.

Beverly, this is my fondest hope for all of them, but it will be a time before they come to the conclusion that she'd be better off elsewhere.

It's remarkable how many end up in rescues because there aren't enough spaces for rescue dogs and, once a dog gets a bad reputation...for biting, for instance, an organization can't take it. Liability and all.

I'm just hoping for the best.

I'll be having dinner with the family this week to observe some of her most destructive behavior and to help train the kids how to react.

Think a good thought!

xposting in Natter:

Sparky, I just sent you a message about tonight's track. I'll be home to get your call now.

Continued find~your~people~ma going out to Sassy.

Two more possible meetups (don't like calling them dates) on the horizon: one boy, one girl.

Hope the tracking tonight goes well!!