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Lily Shreds trailside. on pinkbike.com
what's that harness the dog has on?
Lily was picking up the rock at the end to throw at her master.
Reminds me of Quantum on a walk. She gets all spazzy like that.Quasy, OTOH, gets to a point where she lays down and gives a look saying, "Oh, carry me, father, I do believe I have the vapors".
Many dogs love to run and they love to chase things. They also like to be chased. Need to be careful, though, as they are prone to heat exhaustion and it's not pretty.
If 1:55 doesn't make you smile then I don't know what to say about you.
Thanks. That was a charming return to earth from way too much politics for one day.
Curious George said...If 1:55 doesn't make you smile then I don't know what to say about you.We had, for a short time, a Jack Russell The Blonde's brother found abandoned and she was like that. When she ran, every few steps, she'd jump in the air like Pepe LePew.
I was worried about those spokes her turning into hamburger.
Mountain Bike Dog? Looks more like a mountain lion snack pack.
"I am in heaven." --Lily.
Time to switch Lily from "Puppy Uppers" to "Doggie Downers".
@John, as a cyclist, that was my first thought. Don't train your dogs to chase bikes!
That was so cool! Rider and dog obviously both having a blast. Great trail too. I'm a cat person but I would love to have a dog just for a companion when mountain biking.
I gotta get me a dog.
That's my cousin Lilly!!I don't know why we are classed with terriers. I'd be much more comfortable classified with the working dogs.
This marks about the 10th time I've received a video or article link from a friend and have then seen it on Althouse. I can think of no better or sharper anecdotal evidence for the discerning eye and smart filtering of Ann and the commenter community. Amazing. Especially for such a rabid, frothing right-wing blog.
Peter Hoh -A Jack Russell is probably not a good choice unless you have a large piece of land with lots of critters to chase.
Wadsworth constant: 1:10:00
I gotta get me a dog.It's all well and good to have a dog until you're both outside at night, in the cold rain and wind, and said dog is picky about where to place what my Mom euphemistically called Dog Dirt.
All dogs go to heaven.Even the ones who shit on your new dining room carpet that you got for the family Thanksgiving dinner in the main dinner room.Dammned dog.
"Mountain Bike Dog? Looks more like a mountain lion snack pack."That was my first thought.Second thought: have these folks not seen I Shouldn't Be Alive. The episode where the old couple goes out into the desert without enough water comes to mind.
As every dog owner knows: As soon as the idea went in the owner's head, "I think I'll go bike riding", that dog knew what to do. Just the thought.They are psychic, I tell you, psychic.Not really of course, but it is amazing how they can read us.
"Mountain Bike Dog? Looks more like a mountain lion snack pack."That was my first thought.Second thought: have these folks not seen I Shouldn't Be Alive. The episode where the old couple goes out into the desert without enough water comes to mind.I doubt the trail is as remote as you think it is.
It's all well and good to have a dog until you're both outside at night, in the cold rain and wind, and said dog is picky about where to place what my Mom euphemistically called Dog Dirt.Or you could get an invisible fence. Best $800 I've probably spent in my life.
For Lily, gravity seems to be a just a minor inconvenience to be dealt with.
I had a dog I used to run behind my bike. Once I rode too far and she ran her little paws bloody. I've never done it since. Dogs don't know when to stop.
Unadulterated happiness. Ah to be a dog for just a little while and enjoy some semblance of sanity in a world gone mad.
I was worried about those spokes her turning into hamburger.Spokes are not moving at the bottom of the wheel.
A dog solid on heel can easily hold a heel on a bike video.(Can't do a new video for today because it's rainy and dark.)You don't rely on the dog's instinct but on its training.
I heel my pointer off a mountain bike because it's the only way I can move fast enough to exercise him. When I'm out of town the wife does it off her scooter. Either way the dog loves it. The trick to saving their pads is to only go as fast as they can trot. Mine can trot seven minute miles.
Dogs are the greatest creatures on God's earth. And of dogs, mutts are the best. Both my dogs (Hamilton and Zoe) are mutts, rescued from shelters.
KenK said..."what's that harness the dog has on?"It's to give the Bald Eagle a better grip.
I once had a Pembroke Welsh Corgi.He wouldn't let me get just one bike out of the damned garage.
Curious George: If 1:55 doesn't make you smile then I don't know what to say about you.I agree. If they ever let dogs in the 82nd Airborne that mutt is a shoo-in.
I had an Australian Shepherd that wouldn't let me out of the house with my roller blades unless I let him come with.I had a five mile circuit I did every day. He'd keep up the first four miles, but that last mile would exhaust him.Didn't matter, he loved it anyway.Rest in peace, my friend.
Michael The Magnificent said... I had an Australian Shepherd that wouldn't let me out of the house with my roller blades unless I let him come with. I had a five mile circuit I did every day. He'd keep up the first four miles, but that last mile would exhaust him. Didn't matter, he loved it anyway. Rest in peace, my friend.Michael, that touched me. My 14 year old boxer, Tink was the same way when my wife and I would go out in the car. She would bark and bark and bark because she wanted us to take her too. "Please let me go with you." she would bark. "But sweetie, mommy and I have to go away for a little while and we'll be back as soon as we can." "NO!!!" she would bark and do twirly jumps and dear hops in front of us to distract us from going, "Look at me mom and dad." she would playfully do.Then I'd look at my wife and she would look at me and we knew. "You wanna go for a ride big girlie?" and you would have thought that Santa Claus himself just gave her the best present of all. She would spend 5 or 10 minutes running around the house with glee and joy at the fact that she was going to go with mommy and daddy in the car with them (this was before we got Bucky, who also ended up and still does the same thing. He learned it from her) and rolling on her back and cooing at how happy she was that she could go for a ride.Then we would get her collar on and she would jump up in the back seat. As she got older she could do that anymore so we would lift her into the seat. Her favorite part of the ride was the garage door going up, backing out, and seeing the garage door go down. She loved those parts. By the time we got out of the driveway, we would open up the back windows for her so she could sniff the air as it went by and then she would curl up in a ball and take a nap the whole trip or unless we stopped somewhere. She was as happy as she could be.We miss her dearly. She was my child and a member of my family. An odd family of multiple species, but a member nonetheless. She is waiting for us on the other side to do more fun stuff.
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