... and it pissed him off! Neither of us could get close to him the rest of the day and he slept most of that night in the neighbors back yard.
He got all bugger-lipped about it!?ÿ?ÿ Literally!
Apparently he was sleeping under the back carport which is just a dirt floor since I still haven't finished it yet. My wife was backing in and it appears she ran over Pokey's snout with her S10. She went all the way over him and he popped up in front of her truck when she stopped. Pokey's mouth swelled up for a few days and now he seems to be back as normal as any dog that will be turning 17 in August or September. We are not real sure since him and his brother were found on the side of the road in the fall of 2003 by the County Grader Operator.
Susan turned down the offer of two cute puppies but didn't make it home before changing her mind and going back. Pokey's brother has been gone for several years now but they were both top notch watch dogs. They were full size dogs mostly Australian Shepherd and both had the nub tail and almost as big as a German Shepherd. Pokey would never come in the house for any reason until about 3 years ago when he figured out what air conditioner is.
I gave Susan a hard time about it for a couple of days. I know that was cruel but she backed over my dog!
James
Sometime while I was in high school we had an exceptionally stupid cat.?ÿ One day it apparently was sleeping atop the passenger side rear tire of one of our pickups.?ÿ Dad fired it up and backed out of the shed.?ÿ The cat apparently rolled off and landed perfectly that the tire ran over its tail but not the body.?ÿ From that day forward the tail would hang limp and did not move at the cat's direction.?ÿ Therefore, we named that cat Stupid.
Sometime while I was in high school we had an exceptionally stupid cat.?ÿ One day it apparently was sleeping atop the passenger side rear tire of one of our pickups.?ÿ Dad fired it up and backed out of the shed.?ÿ The cat apparently rolled off and landed perfectly that the tire ran over its tail but not the body.?ÿ From that day forward the tail would hang limp and did not move at the cat's direction.?ÿ Therefore, we named that cat Stupid.
@jaro I am sorry to hear and hope your doggie improves.
@holy-cow For some reason when I read that.. I spewed beer all over my computer as that was the funniest thing I read in quite some time! Maybe it's because I've been calc'ing pavement stakes all day and I'm going crazy??ÿ
Therefore, we named him Stupid. So basic. So true.
Sorry if I have offended any geezers who think I would name them Stupid just because they................................................
We once had a cat, we called "John Lennon"
He was a normal cat, til one day he got poisoned, (we assume). His voice was nasal, his eyes went glassy, out of focus, like those round glasses John Lennon wore. He looked like John, had a voice like John, and walked around as if stoned, like John. It was a no-brainer. He acted the part for the rest of his life.
N
My brother's wife once had a cat (she had many) that was deaf and had no sense of balance.?ÿ It had been that way since birth and the vet that diagnosed the malady (can't remember the name) suggested euthanasia.?ÿ The poor thing couldn't walk and wobbled her head from side to side constantly.?ÿ My SIL nursed her to adulthood and named the cat "Silly Putty".
Silly Putty eventually was able to walk in a careful and crouched manner.?ÿ She could never jump.?ÿ She was my SIL's constant companion.?ÿ The vet predicted a life-span of less than five years.?ÿ She made it to 18..and my SIL was always quick to point out that Silly Putty outlived the vet.?ÿ
@payden, that's funny!
N
When I was very young one of our cats had a litter of kittens that my sister named based on the Blondie comic strip.?ÿ The only one I really remember lived to a ripe old age for cats.?ÿ That was Mr. Dithers.?ÿ Mr. Dithers was very sexually active and gave birth to many litters of kittens over her long life time.
So Mr. Dithers was one of those gender bending confused cats I take it.
It was sort of fun to see the look on a visitor's face if we would point and say something like, "Here comes Mr. Dithers and her kittens."?ÿ Sort of a conversation starter.
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tell pokey I said hey and I hope when he is back up to speed he bites Susan. ?????ÿ
He can't, he doesn't have hardly any teeth left! He is about 116 years old in dog years.
Years ago, as a boy, we lived in town. We also had a small farm out of town with a large pond on it, and back in town at one stage we raised a dozen or so ducklings in our back garden, to liberate into the pond. Neighbours behind us, down an adjoining ROW, were self appointed upper-echelon and they had a male and female pair of Siamese cats. I can??t remember the name of the female, but the male??s name was definitely Simon. Nothing particularly wrong with that, there??s plenty of pets with human names.
However, one Friday afternoon I??m feeding the ducklings in their open pen when Simon (didn??t know his name at the time) drops out of the sky, grabs a duckling then flies back over the fence. We race out the front gate, and around and down the ROW, screaming. Her Royal Highness (HRH) greets us at their front door - Simon had run inside and deposited the duck on their lounge carpet ?ÿ- ?ÿholds up her hand, flicks it in the direction we'd come from and dismisses us with one line ??I can assure you, your duck is quite dead?. We trudge home, distraught.
Anyway, next morning HRH looks out the window and sees Simon on their front lawn, stiff as board, also clearly quite dead. And, that??s where the name problem started.
We??d all gone out that morning, and unknown to us (this was in the days before mobile phones and internet, etc - there was only landline phones) my brother had come home from Uni, let himself in and plonked himself in front of the TV to wait for us to return. He knew nothing about the cat-duck fracas and no idea of the cat??s name, and had no idea where we were. Then there??s a hammering on the door, he opens it, and there??s HRH foaming at the mouth. All she said was ??Who killed Simon?? then left.
Quite rightly he thinks Simon is the name of their son, and since we were all out, assumes we??ve done a murder and are all now downtown. Distraught, he calls our Aunty and fortunately she knows the story and is able to calm him down. However, Aunty, ??cause she cares for us, shoots around to our house, then shoots next door and from what my brother says he heard, verbally rips HRH a new one.
We later found out that HRH was adamant that Simon's cause of death was ??human intervention by strangulation? and they took it to the vet for an autopsy. Being a small town and in those days privacy hadn't been invented, we knew the vet, who confirmed it was rat poison.
Here is a picture from 12 years ago of Pokey (upper left) and his brother Trey (foreground) helping me rebuild the front suspension on Susan's S10. The same one she used to run over Pokey. She used in on a rural mail route so rebuilding the front end happened more often than I care to think about.
When the dogs were puppies, they were both a light tan fuzzy furry puppy. One had three spots that were a little darker and the other only had one spot. So they became Trey and Pokey for pokey dot. The red and grey colors didn't happen until they were almost grown.
We finally had to let Pokey go this week. It was hard to do but it was for the best.
He would be 18 sometime this summer, not sure just when since he was just a stray puppy when we got him.
Rest in peace Pokey.
