I am the ManDog. It is my job to protect my human, my truck, and my perimeter. I patrol the property with my tail curled high over my back, and when I smell or see an animal I bark in my very deep voice: "Get away! This is Jackie's yard!" I don't like the mailman or the UPS man, no matter how many times they come. They can keep their biscuits. I don't like it when people come too close to my truck. I bark at the vehicle that pulls up beside me at a stop light. I bark in my very deep voice: "Get away! Too close to Jackie's truck!" I don't like it when they reach toward my truck at the drive through window, but when we drive away I eat fries. I am the ManDog.
Thanks Rocky!
This is my photo from the LAIKA Space Mission. Thanks to my friend Rocky for suiting me up for this mission.
Thanks for the trip to the Grand Canyon Smiley!
Goin' to the beach.
My human takes me to the beach. I get quite excited and can't wait for the back door to be opened. I want to bound out, but I wait patiently while my human unfolds and places my ramp. There are other dogs on the beach and I want to go up to them stiff-legged with my high curl vibrating, because I am a ManDog, but my human says no. As a minor act of rebellion I grab my leash in my teeth and prance and bounce along leading myself. My human tells me she will beat the blood out of me if I don't drop my leash and I become even more gleeful, for this is a game we play. We walk for a while and my human lets me stop and sniff as I want. Although I am 10 years old, I become quite excited when my human pulls my floating kong on a rope out of a pocket. Of course, I like the floating frisbee too. As soon as the leash is unsnapped I am off for the ocean, looking over my shoulder for my kong. Even if it is cold, it doesn't bother me, because I am a ManDog with very thick fur that sheds the water so that I do not get wet down to the skin. Nevertheless, if it is chilly my human towels me carefully until I am dry, and rubs my old legs. It is important that I do not overdo and become stiff. I really like it when I get to take my daily exercise at the beach.
I celebrated my 10th birthday in 2006. A good time was had by all. My friend Earl prepared doggie peanut brittle. I could hardly wait for it to cool. It smelled REALLY good. I had Frosty Paws too. Afterward we went for a walk on the trail and I saw Mr. King (snake - stay away!) and shortly thereafter Mr. Black Racer. Then we went for a ride and I hung my head out the window and let my ears stand up in the breeze. If felt so good my tail was waving. On the Elbow Road dogs chased my truck, and I jumped all over the back barking in my very deep voice: "Get away from Jackie's truck!" Would you like some doggie peanut brittle? Here is the recipe:
ManDog's Peanut Brittle
1 cup Dannon natural yogurt
1 cup natural peanut butter
2 beaten eggs
Mix these three together and then add 3 cups of dry kibble. Pour onto greased baking pan. Bake 30 minutes at 275. Then turn over and bake 30 more minutes. Break into pieces when cool.
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The Jack Pack
I would like to introduce you to my pack. We are all former stray dogs. I was found in the ditch in 1996 when I was about 6 weeks old. Bellus was dropped off at the front gate when she was about 6 weeks old. Waco was trapped from the woods when he was a pup. Buzz jumped in the car at a busy convenience store - they said the dog catcher was on the way to get him. Baby Red Snapper wandered up with bite wounds and a couple of broken bones. Her tail was almost severed in half, but the vet. was able to save it. Troubadour walked up one day weighing only 38 pounds. The vet. said that he should weigh about 65. Jammin' Lady was lying at the front gate at 5 o'clock AM one morning. She is the youngest. Bellus, Waco, and Baby Red Snapper were 14 years old in 2006. They all came in 1992. We are all spayed and neutered.
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