Sorry if this is a repost from last night, but I saved a dog yesterday. This time, Ruby was her name, and she bolted straight across S. Santa Fe Blvd. a quarter mile south of ACC, screaming couple hysterically running after her. She stopped traffic. Thank God nobody was high.
When she came back toward us, bolting, I moved slyly to place myself between her and the road, the damned road.
To my surprise, she came right up to me wagging her waggy tail. Looked like a giant, lanky-stretched Scnauzer, same colors and wiry looking hair. Goofball eyes.
I surmised she had beeen cooped up, or Couped up as you like, and darted away from the vehicle as soon as the door cracked.
That reminds me of the Walden sand dunes, a husky, a mut with attitude, both not mine I was looking after, poorly. Miles and miles of roaming up there...
Probably a Frank Lloyd Wright house. That dog is of a very specific breed--expensive to maintain the genetic line, but it's what the house plans call for, and it's FLW, so you've GOT to do it to maintain the house's artistic integrity.
Then there's the training the dog to go to the right places, depending on time of day. Also specified. Very time-consuming. But it all comes with the privilege of owning such a house.
@CStanley... Those goats on the roof are gone now They were an eye catcher for passing cars in an out of the way stretch of Hwy 41, half way from Tallaulah Falls to Clayton. Think of them as real alligators at a Florida tourism trap to get kids interested.
I work across from a coffee shop. A guy comes up and sits outside. His dog sits on the roof of the car and watches the neighborhood while he's there. Sweet dog. She rides inside though.
I've got a dog that is a climber; found her on top of the outdoor barbecue one day (fortunately it was not turned on). I never leave anything near the fence---or that little critter will be out on a frolic.
@CStanley - Just drove by "Goats on the Roof" about an hour ago, on the way from TN to my GA home for the weekend. Have never stopped there. Maybe on the way home Sunday.
@Mountain man....we had passed by a few times during hiking forays and one day I dragged the family out of the car to check it out because I live cheesy roadside stops.
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I guess he's their huckleberry.
Roof! Roof!
That's what the Romneys said about Seamus.
Original Mike said...
Roof! Roof!
A guy walks into a bar with his dog and says "My dog can talk."
The bartender says, "oh, yeah, prove it and I'll give ya a free drink!"
The Guy asks the dog
"Where do you like to hang out?"
"Roof!"
"What does sandpaper feel like?"
"Rough!"
"Who's the greatest baseball player?"
"Ruth!"
The bartender says "What a load of crap, get outa here", and once outside the dog says "Maybe I should've said DiMaggio."
Great story.
"Ho, ho, hoho, now the ski race ees mine, Huckles-beh-ree." Powerful Pierre.
Sorry if this is a repost from last night, but I saved a dog yesterday. This time, Ruby was her name, and she bolted straight across S. Santa Fe Blvd. a quarter mile south of ACC, screaming couple hysterically running after her. She stopped traffic. Thank God nobody was high.
When she came back toward us, bolting, I moved slyly to place myself between her and the road, the damned road.
To my surprise, she came right up to me wagging her waggy tail. Looked like a giant, lanky-stretched Scnauzer, same colors and wiry looking hair. Goofball eyes.
I surmised she had beeen cooped up, or Couped up as you like, and darted away from the vehicle as soon as the door cracked.
That reminds me of the Walden sand dunes, a husky, a mut with attitude, both not mine I was looking after, poorly. Miles and miles of roaming up there...
There was a post about him on Reddit a week or two back. He's become quite the celebrity.
Nice, Ferdinande!!
Tradguy and other Atlanta area folks might be reminded of this place.
Probably a Frank Lloyd Wright house. That dog is of a very specific breed--expensive to maintain the genetic line, but it's what the house plans call for, and it's FLW, so you've GOT to do it to maintain the house's artistic integrity.
Then there's the training the dog to go to the right places, depending on time of day. Also specified. Very time-consuming. But it all comes with the privilege of owning such a house.
@CStanley... Those goats on the roof are gone now They were an eye catcher for passing cars in an out of the way stretch of Hwy 41, half way from Tallaulah Falls to Clayton. Think of them as real alligators at a Florida tourism trap to get kids interested.
We have a flattish roof that's easy to be on and I have to say, I do enjoy the view of the neighborhood from up there.
CStanley said...
"Tradguy and other Atlanta area folks might be reminded of this place."
Also up in Door County WI:
http://www.aljohnsons.com/our-story/
Go for the goats. Stay for the pancakes.
I work across from a coffee shop. A guy comes up and sits outside. His dog sits on the roof of the car and watches the neighborhood while he's there. Sweet dog. She rides inside though.
Snoopy did it better.
Austin revels in being weird.
If you've lived in NYC, San Fran or other places, not impressed.
They need to teach him how to clean the gutters.
I've got a dog that is a climber; found her on top of the outdoor barbecue one day (fortunately it was not turned on). I never leave anything near the fence---or that little critter will be out on a frolic.
@CStanley - Just drove by "Goats on the Roof" about an hour ago, on the way from TN to my GA home for the weekend. Have never stopped there. Maybe on the way home Sunday.
BTW, Huckleberry is a great name for a dog.
@Mountain man....we had passed by a few times during hiking forays and one day I dragged the family out of the car to check it out because I live cheesy roadside stops.
I saw lots of dogs on rooves in Mexico.
They're all characters. Even the mean ones.
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