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Tiny boy with his pillow.

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Any of you fellow pooch owners have kids who like to do a 4 wheel burnout after pinching a loaf or leaving a dumpbroski?
 
Any of you fellow pooch owners have kids who like to do a 4 wheel burnout after pinching a loaf or leaving a dumpbroski?
yes;
My dog Baron (white English Lab 11 months now) does it all the time
we've got scratch marks, in the gravel in the back all over,
kicks up rocks sometime too

sometime picks them up even brings a piece of gravel up on the deck
(I wish he would carry around rocks, tried breaking him of it, he's prevailed so far)

supposed to be like a dominance deal, like marking their territory
 
Some of our hounds have done burnouts, others no. One we had would get all bouncy and frisky after every dump.
 
My nephew Keith (I helped to raise, we're close) he's 50 now
& his 10 year old daughter Sydney
(cute lil' 60# petite/small for her age, a sweet polite lil' girl, very outgoing, like a grandchild)
they were here yesterday, to just take a drive or visit, me & dad & ended up stayed last night,
org. they just came up to visit
it's a couple 3 hrs drive up from the valley

(lil' back story; Keith great father & is a Vice Principle/a disciplinarian at a HS down there,
doing well & he's an animal guy too, dog lover (runs in the family), lost his dog
an Aus./American Shepard 'Rebound' last year...
Now, I think he will get another one again soon, he's really busy right now,
his oldest daughter just turned 21, is going to Sac. State
still living at home & his wife Masha is also/getting her Masters, in Teaching & Music,
she's org. Russian, but from Ukraine, moved here like 22 years ago, they married shortly after
& she became a US citizen
)

anyway;
My dog Baron was glued to her/Sydney, she was glued to him the whole time
like 2 peas in a pod, inseparable
she was out back playing & collecting gravel, (just pretty rocks at 1st)
she found a couple pieces of quarts
with what looks like gold in it...
I told her it was "The Motherlode" that got her interest up,
& up here we were known for a lot of gold in the mid 1800-1900s,
she spent most the time picking thru back yard gravel...

My dog Baron was following her everywhere, picking up the gravel
& dropping it in front of her, it was cute, she'd show him ones she found...
(even though I don't like him carrying rocks, I let it slide)

She left with a Ziplock bag of gravel with specks of what looks like gold...
Not pyrite (fools gold), it didn't flake off, it was pretty solid imbedded in the rock...
Baron stared at the door like she was gonna' come back in, sometime soon...
Sort of sad for the guy, misses his new buddy...

I should have taken photos, didn't think of it at the time...
 
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Any of you fellow pooch owners have kids who like to do a 4 wheel burnout after pinching a loaf or leaving a dumpbroski?
Yep - Bailey usually does burnouts after a potty.... 2wd after a 'tinkle'. Ofttimes starts running around in figure 8s too, tho not as often now as when she was a puppy.
 
Furry buddies are great sources of free entertainment. Toga and Zeke are a bonded pair so they act like siblings. Toga will stare at Zeke, or just be in his space, and he starts whining. Its like, "mom, she's staring at me"!
 
Something I remembered yesterday while I was getting the feed troughs ready. We have containers with Buddy Biscuits and Nubz in them. Nubz are mom's treat in the morning, get one each. Anyway I got into one of the BB containers and pulled out the small, broken chunks and put like 6-8 on their slop. As I was doing that, Zeke was actually drooling. Pretty funny. And Toga finished hers quicker than usual. Good way to get the broken pieces used up. I sometimes do similar with me if we're having soup and there is a partial bag of Tortilla chips. Crunch up a handful and drop them in the soup. Ditto for salad.

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No pix but a cool story…
Yesterday I was walking Cora at the train tracks outside of town. I have to take her out of town and off leash her as she has to run everyday. Flat out, full speed running to stretch her muscles. I have these indestructible orange balls that I chuck in a tennis ball chucker, and she chases them. Then she carries the ball.
As we were walking a grouse wizzes by, missing Cora’s head by about a foot. Cora takes off in hot pursuit. This is not good, as I have no idea if she will come back or just keep chasing the grouse for miles. I hear her crashing through the bush, and the crashing gradually fades off into the distance. Not good at all.
There’s nothing I can do, so I continue walking along the train tracks talking loudly to myself so that she can at least find me if she comes back. I cover a few hundred yards in about ten minutes, and Cora pops out of the bush. Without her ball. I holler at her “Cora, where’s your ball?” She cocks her head to one side and looks at me, puzzled. I holler “Go get your ball!” She immediately turns around and runs the few hundred yards back to where the chase began and runs into the woods. In about five minutes she emerges with her ball. How she managed to find it in thick, dense bush I have no idea. If she was even a few feet off she would never find it, but she did and I’m amazed.
 
No pix but a cool story…
Yesterday I was walking Cora at the train tracks outside of town. I have to take her out of town and off leash her as she has to run everyday. Flat out, full speed running to stretch her muscles. I have these indestructible orange balls that I chuck in a tennis ball chucker, and she chases them. Then she carries the ball.
As we were walking a grouse wizzes by, missing Cora’s head by about a foot. Cora takes off in hot pursuit. This is not good, as I have no idea if she will come back or just keep chasing the grouse for miles. I hear her crashing through the bush, and the crashing gradually fades off into the distance. Not good at all.
There’s nothing I can do, so I continue walking along the train tracks talking loudly to myself so that she can at least find me if she comes back. I cover a few hundred yards in about ten minutes, and Cora pops out of the bush. Without her ball. I holler at her “Cora, where’s your ball?” She cocks her head to one side and looks at me, puzzled. I holler “Go get your ball!” She immediately turns around and runs the few hundred yards back to where the chase began and runs into the woods. In about five minutes she emerges with her ball. How she managed to find it in thick, dense bush I have no idea. If she was even a few feet off she would never find it, but she did and I’m amazed.
Smell.
 
Geez I would have to put a tracker on that dog.
They work better on cats than dogs here, as cats don’t go as far. If Cora were to keep running straight east she wouldn’t cross a road because there are none, and nothing to stop her until she hits the ocean a few thousand miles away. To the west, about a hundred miles. South, about thirty miles. North, the lake would at least stop her. There is nothing here but bush and swamp. No roads, no trails, nothing. Even cell service is only in a few areas where the people are. Large stretches of the highway have no cell service. Even with a tracker I’d have to go look for her with a helicopter.
 
Yeah I don't even know if they have accessible tech for that for reg people. I always worry, once I took my dog to a dog friendly beach in Carmel. First time there and I have my dog on a leash since I don't know how she would behave. Some lady started giving me grief saying I have to trust my dog, I'm thinking get away from me you hippy!
If it was a shorter drive I would have gone back and after awhile let her off the leash, but I was too paranoid to do that on a first visit.
 
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