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We are pretty sure that we and our pets share the same reality, until one day we come home to find that our wistful, intelligent friend who reminds us of our better self has decided a good way to spend the day is to open a box of Brillo pads, unravel a few, distribute some throughout the house, and eat or wear all the rest. And we shake our heads in an inability to comprehend what went wrong here.

— Merrill Markoe



Veterans Day 2013

Thank you, veterans and military dogs.

History of Military Use of Dogs

At the time of Pearl Harbor, the sled dog was the only working type to be found in the Army. . . Even though it had utilized a few dogs in minor roles earlier, it was not until World War II that they were used to any significant extent as auxiliaries to our fighting men when trained for sentry, messenger, scout, sled and pack duties. 

The extraordinary characteristics of the dog — acuteness of his senses, his docility, his affection for man, his watchfulness, and his speed — enable him to be of great value for military purposes. 

— excerpt, Dogs and National Defense, Anna M. Waller,
Department of the Army, Office of Quartermaster General, 1958

According to the United States War Dogs Association, more than 30 breeds were accepted into the fledgling war dog program during WWII. Not surprisingly, Bassets didn’t make the cut.

My God, you’re right!

You can say any fool thing to a dog, and the dog will give you this look that says,
“My God, you’re right! I never would’ve thought of that!”

—Dave Barry

A Youngun

Dude from Down East

This dog will hunt . . . for fish.

This dog will hunt . . .
for fish.

Tawinkey, formerly of LA

Even though she’s outta LA, Tawinkey is a Southern dog at heart. She was born Twinkey three years ago, but a mis-spelling by her Southern people resulted in a multisyllabic rendition of her name. Twinkey became Tawinkey. Ed: The addition of an extra syllable or two is not uncommon in the Southern US, as in the name Chris spoken as kuh-ree-us.

Tawinkey and her people moved further south, to Mexico. When she’s not busy with her watch-dog duties, she’s learning a bit of Spanish. She understands “Es un buen perro.”

A troika of Field Spaniels

Left to right: Robbie, Andrew and Cadi

Robbie, Andrew and Cadi

One of these beauties emerged from a sickly, bare-boned rescue dog.

My Good Death

I will find myself waist deep in high summer 
            grass. The humming
shock of the golden light. And I will hear them 
             before I see 
them and know right away who is bounding 
          across the field to meet 
me. All my good dogs will come then, their wet 
bumping against my palms, their hot panting, 
           their rough faithful 
tongues. Their eyes young and shiny again. The 
              wiry scruff of
their fur, the unspeakable softness of their 
         bellies, their velvet ears 
against my cheeks. I will bend to them, my face 
               covered with 
their kisses, my hands full of them. In the grass I 
            will let them knock 
                 me down.

—Dalia Shevin

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