A slamming door. Hearing another dog bark. Me, if I ask her to. A knock at the door. A door bell – at the front door or on t.v. Anyone that walks in front of our house. The garbage truck when it makes the “backing up ding ding” sound. Cosmo, when he stares her down. … Continue reading
We were hauled out of our nice warm beds Sunday morning before the sun came up. It was cold and rainy and I really wanted to go back to bed. The person left us in the back yard while she put a bunch of stuff in the truck. When she was done loading everything, she … Continue reading
Clover settled right in with my parents enjoying the Florida weather and turning brown from the sunshine. She embarked on a 9-month-long vacation while I moved into a small (no pets) apartment outside of D.C. The whole idea was that we would unite in Virginia after I bought a house in a few months. Well, … Continue reading
When I moved back to the States in 2003, I sent Clover ahead to my folks in Florida by a couple of weeks with Delta Airlines. I bought the obligatory shipping container and set it up in the living room for about 3 weeks before her departure. I started feeding her in the crate in … Continue reading
I kept Maya again over Christmas, and the two together accomplished the final destruction of the door frame and the linoleum floor. Maya missed her people, and Clover missed being an only child. Being winter and wet, the yard was practically destroyed with the running and chasing. I didn’t put up a Christmas tree that … Continue reading
Fast forward to this morning. Specifically 7:15 a.m. We are under attack from the sky! Rat-a-tat-tat reverberating through the house! Crap. The woodpecker is back. Every year in March I am visited by a Pileated Woodpecker that seems to be in love with my chimney cap. He hits his beak against the cap off an … Continue reading
Clover always keeps her eye on my dinner, most of the time from a good distance. I have never fed her table scraps and she knows that the food on the plate is mine and the food in the bowl on the floor is hers. I had prepared a bowl of pasta with meat sauce, … Continue reading
One thing this dog could do is scare me. When I got home from work or shopping or anywhere I dare go without taking Clover with me, I expected her to be at the door to greet me when I get home. When she wasn’t there, all kinds of terrible thoughts run through my brain … Continue reading
Clover has always had a fascination with shiney things. She still looks at herself in the mirror and barks at the strange dog looking back. But, it all started with Mary’s patent leather pumps. My friend Mary is a real cat person. I don’t think she had ever spent a lot of time around big … Continue reading
Clover is a big barker! It wasn’t always this way. When she was a puppy, she never barked. I taught her to bark on command. She is a very quick learner, and Clover found her voice quickly! I can still make a signal to her and she’ll bark very loudly, or I can make a … Continue reading
When Clover was a couple of months old, and had started her “search and destroy” mission on the linoleum floor in the kitchen, I thought I would try and defeat her determination. Hah! In the corner behind the door where the lino was coming up “before Clover,” I used some duct tape and taped the … Continue reading
Trying to encapsulate a whole bunch of time into a quick couple of blog entries is difficult. Especially when a person has as much to relate as I do. Hopefully without boring you to death, I can provide some ancedotes of life with my Labrador giving the reader some insight into the crazed personality of … Continue reading
Getting a puppy is a huge commitment. And, in my case, perhaps I should have been committed. To say the least, my first attempt at sole ownership of a dog (all previous dogs had been family pets) has always been a love affair, but in the beginning, I wondered about my decision and sanity. I … Continue reading
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