Friday, February 17, 2012

My Dog…and Moving

Well, it's been a while since I've written anything. As I noted in an earlier post, we've been in the process of moving. Now I'm in the process of carrying boxes from the garage to the living area, but that doesn't matter, nor is it the point of this post.


The point is my dog. He's a rather large 11 year old Cocker Spaniel. He's also active and doesn't act old at all, despite some athritis and a small benign tumor. What he never, or very rarely does, is bark, and then only when I embrace my wife, which I don't do very often anyway.


He's a very loveable fellow and is an immediate friend of anyone who comes in the house. He also loves other dogs; as well as our two cats. Absolutely no problems at all.


All of that said, I was walking him a few minutes ago and saw a fellow walking his dog. I called over and asked, "Is he friendly?" The guy answered, "No." We were at least 20 feet apart. I was heading toward our garage and my dog looked around at actually bared his teeth and growled at the other dogs.


I couldn't believe it. I cannot recall him ever doing that.