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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