Tales from the O-NO Ranch
Every ranch or farm needs a good dog or dogs. Every good dog needs a ranch or farm. Well, that is every good dog except maybe a Poodle, Pekingese, or a Dachshund. In my mind, these particular dogs just don’t seem to fit the profile of good farm and ranch dogs. Sorta like thinking that yer pet lizard is gonna save you in bear country.
I like dogs. I have had a bunch of different kind of dogs. Some of them I liked, some I loved and some I just wouldn’t have cared if they left and I never saw them again. I don’t have dogs now. The last two dogs I had got shot by one of my neighbors. They got to roamin’ the country (the dogs, not the neighbor) and somebody either feared them or just didn’t want them around so they got shot. One lived and came home with her butt full of buckshot; the other never returned, so I figured he just didn’t make it.
I was lookin’ through the paper today just checkin’ out the dog ads. I might get another dog one of these days so I was just lookin’ out of curiosity.
What the heck is a Shiba Inu puppy? How about a Redhair Bluetick? That’s sort of like yer barn burning up and burning down at the same time, huh?
Then there’s the Malti-Poo, a Lhasa-Poo and let’s not forget the Lhasa Apso-Poo. Sounds like some real exotic cross breeding going on there to me. What would you get if you crossed a Jack Russell Terrier with a Great Dane? I reckon you would get the first dog that could jump over the moon. Now if you were to cross a Chihuahua with a Pit Bull you would have one nervous, excited dog that squeaked but would be meaner than a Bobcat in the clothes dryer. What do you get when you cross Lassie with a Pit Bull? You get a dog that would rip little Jimmie’s arm out of the socket and then run to get him some help!
I guess right now I don’t really need a dog as my neighbor’s dogs come around often enough to keep me shoveling poop. I’m ready for the “dog days of summer.”
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and I’ll c. ya.