I've been sick the past week, and writing about being sick isn't exciting, so consider yourselves spared.
Anyway, meet Clyde. He's staying with us for a few months. Sure, he kinda looks like the Fluke Man from The X-Files, but he's really sweet and quite protective already. His owner says he loves men. Well, he's come to the right place! I'm certain he will enjoy Thanxgiving here, since I will be cooking for a sea of those with a penis.
I agreed to take care of Clyde without meeting him first (for a small fee, of course). I was told, "He's a bulldog & he doesn't bark." A quiet medium-sized dog? Perfect. "I'll do it!"
Well, he's enormous. He's an American Bulldog, very different from a typical bulldog. And he will kick your ass.
I told my friend Marla that I'd be caring for an American Bulldog. She said, "OMG, an American Bulldog just killed a member of the family that adopted it here in Phoenix!" Thanks, Marla. Good to know.
So if you don't hear from me for a long period of time, I've become dog food. Or I'm just sick. 'Kay?
Clyde is very loving and demanding of attention. He constantly tries to sit on you and he has no idea how strong he is. He has a playful streak particularly with a stuffed penguin.
Having watched the Dog Whisperer Friday evening, I felt fully armed to tame him. Saturday was a glorious fall day. For the most part Clyde was very well behaved as we walked through the trails in Rock Creek Park. He seemed to have a fascination with yellow beech leaves. After an hour of choking himself on his lead and me correcting him to stay on my right, he got it. He was in a “calm and submissive state,” and we walked side by side.
Well the next day most of that hard training went out the window when he suddenly jumped on a timid black dog who did not want to play. There where growls, yelps and screams from the various dogs and their owners. This unfortunately occurred at the local dog park. It caused quite a commotion. I was immediately given the evil eye and shunned by the Dupont dog clique. Meanwhile Clyde returned to his calm and submissive state with me yelling at him. I walked off with my tail between my legs while he skipped along with his tale wagging high on my right side and not pulling his chain.
Gives "woof, daddy" a new meaning, eh?
Looks like Clyde is a lip purser (now).
Yeah...dog park mommies and "woof daddies" (there's one doggie DILF I still deam about) can be a tough and unforgiving crowd. We have a wire hair fox terrier and a welsh terrier who both have napolean complexes. They always want to play with the pit bulls and rottweilers in the park. Needless to say after my two smaller dogs giving the big dogs a tune-up I have left the park with my tail between my legs a number of times.
I hope you feel better TJ! :) It was very nice hearing your voice on the phone. I'll see you, Rob and Jimbo sometime this Spring. PROMISE!
You'd make a delicious dog treat.
"Sure, he kinda looks like the Fluke Man from The X-Files, but he's really sweet and quite protective already."
Thanks. You've just saved me $6.40 on the breakfast I no longer need.
I love bulldogs! I used to have an 80 lb. boxer. Great dogs, but the same issue. Get him a drool rag.
Ah, he's cute. He looks more like a Meatball, than a Clyde though.
Uh, it looks like Clyde has some sort of restraining harness around his neck and chest. TJ - you will need to start keeping the bedroom closet door closed so Clyde doesn't get into your personal things.
Shelly was very bad Saturday night when we went to the new gay nightspot, Town. She ate an entire apple pie that I baked that day! Bad dog!!!
Of course she's been paying for it since then... yuuuuuuuuck.
HA! I have an English Bulldog named Cleo. She consider going to the dog park too much of a work, afterall, it's 2 blocks away.
Love the reply from the other half. :D
Now would not be a good time to wear your vest of cold cuts around the house.
So many bloggers are sick right now, including me. Feel better and have fun with the dog!
Tos I've noticed that you've dropped the name 'Town' and the fact that you were a VIP guest (completely out of context) on no less than three comment areas on other blogs.
We get the picture: OMG you were a VIP at Town on opening night. OMG. I can die happy now.
DB: Tos will be at our Thanxgiving dinner. Perhaps you can discuss this with him there. I'll use my camera. Meow.
who the hell is this new bitch?!?!
Aww...he's a cutie--drool rag or not!