Wow 4 pages already!
Not had time to read them yet,but will post a quick tale about one of my dogs while i have the time,then read the whole thread on my day off
Little Lucky was one of my family since she was a pup,when I bought her off a cruel drunken man in a pub in Wales back in the early 90's.She was
being treated horribly(you do not want the details),and was 5 weeks old when I managed to persuade her owner to let me "take the dog off his
I started at £10,and we bartered-I would have offered him my weeks wages if it was the only way to stop the poor dirty creature squealing
Anyway,that was the only bad 5 weeks for her life--the next 14 years she was part of my family,a small mixed breed terrier of pure awesomeness.
So anyhow,that's Lucky-but what I wanted to tell you all about is her strange interest in the Godforsaken invention that we call "Television."
It started out quite innocently-She would sit at a respectable distance from the TV,and become transfixed only when a nature program was on TV-Soap
operas,not interested.Any human stuff,not interested.
But a program about animals??
Wow...she would study it,tilting her head,watching bears,moles,rats,cats,elephants etc...
It became a kind of treat for her after a good day of exercise and fun.She would sit by the fire right by the best spot to see the TV-if my other two
dogs were lying there,she would boot them off her space!!
And she was only a little dog compared to the others,but when it came to her TV spot she was Alpha dog!
So one night there's a program on with David Attenborough-Its about Lions...Lucky is wary,ears and tail down-still as a rock looking at the lions.
A scene on TV shows a gazelle or similar being chased and caught by a hungry lioness.
Poor Lucky starts looking at the Gazelle and squealing,as though shes trying to warn it about the lion chasing it behind.
I manage to get up and go for the remote control on the other side of the room,to change channel,because she is really squealing,at in that moment
the lion catches the prey,and my Luckty jumps at the TV trying to bite the lion.
Lucky is in a frenzy and almost knocks the TV over(Thankfully 90's TVs were good and solid,not like today's thin screens).
So I manage to turn the TV off,and Lucky takes about 15 minutes to calm down,with hugs and water.
She had never been like that before.
When she calmed down everything was fine-but if any lions were on TV after that day-she would begin to squeal again in such a horrid way,that we had
to ban all nature progs featuring lions for the rest of her days.
From then on,only Moose,Bear,Elephants,anything not a lion were allowed.
I have had 7 other dogs in my life,and none of the others had any interest in TV,except maybe for the odd noise of dogs barking on a program...
Lucky was special,she thought TV was really happening live,with real creatures in that box of lights,fighting for survival.
My Buddhist friend thinks my dog Lucky was a gazelle or maybe a lion in a previous life...
"no question about it" he said.
I don't know about that,but I do know that dog was on a different level to her peers,when it came to TV.
This is Lucky,back in the day.
My little smasher:
I will never forget her,and still I see her from the corner of my eye,sitting on her favorite step.
I don't know if that is my subconscious trying to sooth my sadness that she is gone,or something more.
I hope its something more.