Animal Stories: Sunday Entertainment
NOT Panchito PuddlesSheesh. You just can't make this stuff up.
The mayor of a city in Texas took her neighbour's Shih-Tzu (for pet-sitting) and then told them the dog had died, renamed it from Puddles to Panchito (OK, I can see she was doing the pup a favour there), and kept it.
Now she has to resign from her job (would YOU want a dognapper for mayor of YOUR fair city?), and go before a judge to determine who gets custody of Panchito Puddles.
Was it Lily Tomlin who said something about being cynical but unable to keep up with reality anyhow? Casa de Los Gatos heaves a sigh of bewilderment.
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posted by ThePoliticalCat @ 10:24 AM
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A wannabe dog, here's a real one
http://chuckfor.blogspot.com/2007/12/baker-city-white-christmas.html
150#s of Pyrennes, Gus, house dog.
That guy is Gus, he's 5yrs, mellow as the day is long, my work partner - oooh he pouts if the work truck leaves w/o him, won't eat or drink. Pyrennes are guardian dogs, bred to watch over sheep in the Pyrrenes Mts, wolves. Very catlike in their independence but hugely pack oriented, they were left alone with the sheep for the summer months, a tremendously old breed, both St Bernards and New Foundlands were bred from them. At 150# and 32" at shoulder Gus is above avg though short of largest, 34" at shoulder. He is an extremely powerful dog with huge feet and extra dew claws and impervious to cold.
He thinks kids are cool and is afraid of no critter, though the silliest things spook him, flapping building paper is to be avoided at all costs, even snacks. Hates UPS trucks, mail trucks, doesn't care at all about the drivers, who knows, spots them at over 1 mile.
The other house pet is a medium size short hair female calico (all are female) who can drink his water and pretty much do as she pleases, including snag paw fulls of fur off him, he just looks at her. Half of her would fit in his mouth, my thigh does.
He's a good pal (in a doggy way) and watches over my wife if I'm traveling (the .45 Colt Commander is pretty much a moot point - if you ever heard him bark on the other side of a door). Yes, he thinks I'm god, I try not to let him down.
Even fastidious people go crazy over the big drooling beast, if I had a market for it I'd be rich. He rides on the seat of my 78 K20 Chevy utility bed and everybody in town knows that dog & truck, if not me. Now you know more about the dog than you cared...
I like your site, sorry I didn't come hang before.
ah jeeze, political cat, duh, I bet you knew all about Calicoes.
Well, yeah, but you were having so much fun! Who am I to spoil it?
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