"...Yeah, this is a story of a famous dog
For the dog that chases its tail
will be dizzy
These are clapping dogs,
rhythmic dogs
Harmonic dogs
HOUSE DOGS...." - George Clinton in "Atomic Dog"


I read a post from a friend of mine today where she talked about her dog. It made me think of my babies. :-) We gave them away a couple of years ago. Selfish reasons - we didn't want them messing up our new house. :-( Seemed like a good idea at the time, and even tho I've got less time now than I did then to take care of some dogs, I still miss them from time to time.

So I guess that means stay tuned for future posts where I tell fun stories of the antics of my two puppies (I know, the pictures make them look big & bad, but they're just some lil' puppy dogs IMO) - they're names were Crunch (aka Captain Crunch) & Mansa.

I'm pretty sure Mansa (Rottweiler Shepard mix) was a human masquerading as a dog - he was way too smart and crafty. Every day I just expected him to finally speak and say "Hey, Ric. How's it going? I'm hungry, dude."

Crunch (Boxer) was a brave soldier. Never aggressive to anyone, but I've seen scenarios that made me believe he would "take care of" anybody that messed me with me, my wife, or even his buddy Mansa. Like the time I had a helium balloon hanging in the living room. Crunch was SURE that this was the Enemy. He snorted and stood perfectly still and alert, watching it unwaveringly until I finally took it away. (Meanwhile, Mansa had run into the kitchen like a little b... well, you know what i'm saying.) :-)

more to come.