I know enough about dogs, mostly from TV documentaries, to realize that they live in a different world from ours. According to numerous actors narrating for PBS, we live in a visual world, looking at things, and dogs live in an olfactory world, smelling things. Dogs do look at some stuff. As […]

At least victory of a sort.
The little white dust mop dog is, apparently, no longer afraid of the kitchen floor. As is evidenced by the following.
1.) He now stands in the middle of the kitchen floor and barks at me, presumably in hopes of receiving bits of toast, whilst I prepare breakfast.
2.) And then […]

I should have noticed this earlier, but yesterday I discovered that my dog is also afraid of the patio.
Now by this I do not mean that he’s afraid of the patio, as in the back garden. No, he’s not afraid to go out into the back yard, because of some unseen, and thus unnoticed by […]

This is an animal that is always a source of educational experiences, or at least amusing ones. My dog is now afraid of the kitchen. Or perhaps more accurately, he is now afraid of the kitchen floor.
I’m not exactly certain when this began, because the little white dog has certain communication problems. […]

I suspect that it’s no great insight to claim that pets are a great deal like children. In at least as much as the proud ‘parent’ is firmly convinced of inherent intelligence and superiority. I know that my dog is a consistent under achiever at every new ‘Dog IQ’ test that comes down the pike. […]

For those unfamiliar with the ‘Little White Dust Mop Dog’ suffice it to say that one of his many idiosyncrasies is considering the TV not as an electronic entertainment device, but rather a window onto the outside world. A window that reveals an intermittent and unpredictable series of threatening animals, only some of which must […]

Yes, that’s right. My dog hates flamingos.
Previous posts have chronicled all the other animals on the TV that raise the ire of the ‘Little White Dust Mop Dog,’ but now we must add flamingos to the list of video screen creatures from which the home must be defended.
Yesterday there was a car commercial on […]

Recently a friend pointed out that her dog became much more sane after it began spending more time working. In this case work could be defined as trotting about the perimeter of the back garden and defending it from the local squirrels who then hurl oranges down upon the canine in question.
The little white dust […]

My aged mother has a dog.
I suppose that this first sentence requires further elaboration. I am officially old, at least according to recent surveys of the American public, thus my mother, who is quite logically older than I, would qualify for the description of ‘very old.’ Somehow I feel that the term ‘aged’ is a […]