Troutbirder II

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Saturday, August 16, 2008

Well Trained Dog?





















This dog is going to kill me yet. I mean it. Or maybe it is just bad kharma. Now, I must admit I've spoiled him rotten. All my other dogs were hightly trained hunting machines. Mr. Baron has the "youngest child spoiled rotten" syndrome.






I trained him to run beside my bike for exercise. So, he cuts in front of me, chasing a pair of rabbits and the ensuing crash leaves me in the emergency room for crash and burn bikers. Then last week I take him fishing-swimming with me and he gets tangled up in my flyline, runs off and puts a fishhook bone deep into my thumb leading to another clinic visit for extraction purposes.






Last night was the coup de grace. We have an invisible fence for his safety. He has the run of the yard. Now he refuses to come when I call him to put him in his kennel. So I have to lure him into the basement so I can drag him up to the garage for his nightly confinement. And then....






And then, holding him by the leash, trying to make sure the cat doesn't get out, I stumble into the darkened garage and smash my shin against the trailer hitch on the back of the pickup. OUCH!!!! There is something about smashing you leg on a trailer hitch that is especially painful. Right up there with a shot to the elbow (crazy bone).






They say German Shephards are especially intelligent and trainable. I wonder about this one. Of course, having Mr Klutz for an owner doesn't seem to helping the situation either. Maybe I should be warming up to Queen B's cat - Simba. At least our interaction so far seems pretty safe.

12 comments:

  1. Yeouch! You ARE trying to give me a run for my money in the klutz moments championship, aren't you? I wouldn't get to comfortable with the cat, though - in my house they have a tendancy to dash under my feet right right as I'm going down the stairs or carrying something breakable (or edible).

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  2. I am sure Baron is so contrite when you about kill yourself on his account... lol. Cute post. :c)

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  3. Oh, but he is so adorable! We are most likely to be injured by tripping on tennis balls left on the stairs. The things we endure for our dogs. Worth every ache and pain.

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  4. As usual you had me laughing with your story. Hope you are ok

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  5. I do believe he's assured of his place in the family, no matter what. Perhaps he's about the age of the average awkward 13 year old?

    Be careful! :-)

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  6. He sounds like half toddler, half teenager! He IS sprited!

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  7. I like that first photo a lot! :)

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  8. I had to laugh! I wonder if Baron is finding humor in your injuries!

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  9. I absolutely love the first photo.

    He doesn't look big enough to cause all the chaos:)
    Marnie

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  10. I am a dog enthusiast as well as a wildflower picture taker. I really enjoyed this entry. I have a deaf, 11 year old Cavalier King Charles(a.k.a. The Princess) and a 6 year old Border Collie /Schipperke mixed breed (a.k.a psycho-dog)....

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  11. Thanks for visiting my blog! Baron knows exactly what he's doing! Sounds like he's training you! ;)

    It'll get better, you'll see!

    cheers,
    Lola Smiles

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  12. Having owned a dog or two like your Baron, I'm sympathetic even while rolling on the floor laughing.

    We just camped with about 25 other people and 5 other dogs--for the most part the "a dog comes to resemble its owner" seems to hold pretty well (with the occasional deep psychological insight).

    Maybe Baron is trying to tell us something!

    The other equally probable possibility (and with an infinite number of equally probable possibilities, you can figure what my chances are of ever being right about this kind of stuff) is that Baron is trying to complete you. Dogs are good at figuring out what we need, and trying to lead us to it.

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