When my husband retired he bought his first DSLR Camera. We were all subjected to his “inspiration” but our dogs were especially so. After a while they refused to look at him when he pointed the camera at them. I really think they had got bored with the whole thing.
I am still in mourning the lost of my two dogs. Both died in 2018. I have convinced myself that I don’t want another dog, but for some reason I keep snooping the SPCA’s Facebook page and sneaking looks at the puppies for rehoming in Kijiji. Whether I get a dog again or not, I know it would be unwise in my present state to run out and get myself a puppy.
The other day I came across a picture of a puppy for sale. I fell in love. I fell hard. He was beyond cute. It was a Tibetan Spaniel. I decided to do some research and eventually decided to not adopt just yet, to give myself more time. But since I’d done all the work, I thought I’d post the info on the breed in this blog.
First, here is a photo of the breed full grown. I didn’t dare post the puppy in case I sent someone vaulting over to the Kijiji site in search of one of these beautiful little dogs to purchase.
The Tibetan Spaniel isn’t really a spaniel. He fits in better within the Asian breeds like the Pekinese, Pugs and the Lhasa Apso. The dog was originally bred to work in Tibetan monasteries.
Tibetan Spaniels grow to about 10 inches and weigh between 9 to 15 pounds. Their life expectancy is between 12 to 15 years.
This is a happy breed. They are frisky and curious. They form an easy bond with their owner, but don’t take well to strangers, no doubt because of their original duty of keeping watch over those monasteries. They are quite intelligent. They enjoy playtime but because of their smaller size they don’t need an amount of exercise that would need to be provided to the herding and other working breeds.
They have a beautiful double coat, silky and flat, and they have a mane around the neck. There do have longer hair on the ears, back of the forelegs, the tail and the buttock which may need a bit more tending, but a once a week brushing should be enough. They have a blunt nose and very expressive eyes.
There is a great variety of colour choices from tan to brown and even grey and black.
I read it all the time: This dog is ready for his forever home. “Forever” is simply not going to happen. This past year (2018), I lost both my dogs, one in June and the other, New Year’s Eve. One died from an Epileptic Fit despite all the medicine and the hope and prayers. The other dog died of cancer (and maybe he just couldn’t hang on with his brother gone.) I also had to place my mother in long-term care in October. So I am not putting 2018 down as my best year. It was a difficult one.
However,this beautiful little dog caught my eye and he brought a smile to my lips when I saw him with his mouthful.
The quick answer is absolutely. You simply have to do a search on Google and you’ll get photographs and Youtube videos by the bundle that will be offered as easy proof. Such happy companions, cuddling together on the couch. And I too have had cats and dogs that have got along, played together, slept together, or at the very least said hello with a rollover.
But here I have to be honest. I have had some cats and dogs that hated each other. Often this was caused by an error in judgement either by the cat or the dog.
We had this beautiful black and white cat, one of those tuxedo cats. He was the friendliest cat I had ever had…with people that is. He had a personality flaw that the other animals tolerated but found obnoxious: he was a teaser. Blackie (that was his rather unoriginal name) would find something that irritated the other animal and do it over and over. With his cat-sister, it was to cut her off. He would come from behind at a trot and run ahead of her and make a quick left or right in front of her. She often had to stop abruptly to avoid walking into him. I could see that this habit of his irked her, but I could not see a way to stop him from doing it.
He used to love to sit on the chair directly in front of the busiest entrance in the house so he could keep track of those coming in and out of the backyard. Whenever my sheltie passed by Blackie on his prestigious chair, Blackie would give the sheltie a paw to the butt end. The sheltie put up with this. After all, the cat wasn’t taking out his claws; he was just taping him. Then one evening, when my sheltie was suffering from a sore leg, Blackie gave him the usual tap as my sheltie limped by. All hell broke lose. My sheltie barked and growled directly in Blackie’s face, exactly three times. Blackie backed away, sliding backwards off the chair through the hole below the low rail on the backrest and ending up under the table looking both aghast and astonished. After that they were mortal enemies.
And then there was the dog I adopted from the shelter. Immediately on his arrival at his forever home, he chased my cat up a tree. That ended any chances of the two of them becoming buddies. Even though I gave the dog a lecture, he chased the cat several more times before finally realizing that the cat belonged on the property. After that, he only chased strange cats, but it didn’t matter, the damage had been done. Whenever he got close to the cat, the cat hissed at him, and it sounded as if he was blowing up balloons so the dog was well-warned.
Not long ago I had to move my mother into a nursing home and I took her cats into my home. I asked Memie how she felt about my dog Sadie and this is the answer I got.
I know my dogs notice squirrels. They certainly pay attention when there is a chipmunk in the yard! Oh yeah.
But do they notice birds? Well mine certainly does. She spends long periods of time watching them fly back and forth to our feeder as if she believes if she studies them long enough, she can learn to fly.
Now there is one bird that likes to tease my dog. And my dog has a hard time figuring out where it is, because this is one of the fastest and smallest birds in our yard.
There it is…oops… I swear it was there.
It has been a while since I featured a dog on this blog.
I saw a dog the other day who made me look at him twice, thrice and one more time. The first time I saw someone with dreads, I’m embarrassed and a bit ashamed, I looked at the person the same way. Bob Marlee wore dreads. I’m a big fan of his music.
This dog looks as if he wears his fur in rags – the kind of rags my mom used to use to curl my hair a long long time ago.
This is the Bergamasco Sheepdog. And according to the AKC (https://www.akc.org/dog-breeds/bergamasco-sheepdog/), he is independent, intelligent and sociable.
His height is between 22 and 23.5 inches and the female can weigh as little as 57 pounds, while the male can weigh up to 84 pounds.
Life expectancy is 13-15 years.
This dog comes in black and grey as well as the above brown. I had to know how you would groom this coat so here is a video.
By the way this dog breeds is over 2000 years old, and originates from the Italian Alps.
I have been taking a lot of rides in the country lately. I live in the city and so this is a vacation from all the noise and buzz. I have noticed that most country dogs are mutts.
This one was barking and chasing the car until I stopped and took out the camera. Then he became totally silent.
This next dog was sleeping right in the middle of the road. When I stopped to admonish him, he took serious offense and started howling.
This next dog followed me all the way from his house to a dock on a river. He knew his way around though because once he got tired of me, he left and trotted back home.
Whatever number of breeds comes together to create a dog, the result is always a distinct personality.
This Teddy Bear wears her heart on her foot.
And this Swan wears his at the top of his beak.
And my dog wears his heart on his tongue
Does your dog like to swim. My two prefer to “wade” in up to their “knees”.
A Mourning Dove in my back yard.
Have you ever seen a fat bird? No, probably not. But fat cats and dogs are, unfortunately, not an uncommon sight. I have to admit that my dogs are not on the thin side. I try to cut back on their regular meals but then the treats are slipped in here and there and now the veterinarian is giving me the evil eye. “He had lost weight,” he says, “What happened?” Well…
One reason is that we tend to equate feeding with love. “Good doggy,” I say and offer up a tasty morsel. Of course, if they are in the car with me, I have to reward them for being so well-behaved. (There’s a bag of treats in the glove compartment.) And I always keep a pocket full of treats in case I need to call them back to me in a hurry. I snap the clicker a couple of times, and they come running for their treat. Such good dogs. Then if I want to put them in their “special room” while we eat or sit with our human visitors, they need a treat for enticement. And so it goes.
Thank goodness they like to run after the ball or I just don’t know what they would look like.
My dogs are supposed to be working dogs. I know what that is suppose to mean: that they are intelligent and energetic.
I invite you to watch this youtube video if you don’t believe me. This is not my video but I found it quite informative and entertaining.
Now, consider my dogs. Last fall we were driving with them in the car in the backseat. They were both fast asleep when I shouted, “Sheep, sheep, look guys some sheep.”
But the word meant nothing to them and when I opened the door to show them the sheep, neither one of them seemed to recognize that there was something out there of any interest to them.
Bunch of city slickers, I told them. They just yawned and went back to sleep.