tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post7369367146739896567..comments2023-03-16T18:37:15.684+11:00Comments on Speculating about fiction: New puppyTraceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10932807900624163063noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post-80895624182647174502007-07-06T16:44:00.000+10:002007-07-06T16:44:00.000+10:00Hi, Lorraine, thanks for your comment. I suspect t...Hi, Lorraine, thanks for your comment. I suspect the boss dog is going to be red with little white paws! Georgia sneaks in to eat Luna's food, but as soon as Luna makes her way to the food bowl, Georgia, the biggest guts ever, steps back. She's busy playing mum at the moment.Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10932807900624163063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post-87815114527277475442007-07-06T16:18:00.000+10:002007-07-06T16:18:00.000+10:00Just love the picture of the dogs, Tracey. I'm no...Just love the picture of the dogs, Tracey. I'm not entering the dog-vs-cat arena. I've had both and love 'em all. It will be interesting to see who becomes boss-dog. I had two dogs once, not by choice - my Mum and Dad had lost their dog six months earlier, and I thought it was time they had another one. When I went to see some puppies to replace it, I didn't have the heart to tell their owner that I thought they were the ugliest pups I'd ever seen, so I took one home. Mum looked at it and, without any hesitation, said, "I'll pay you to keep it!" She, the dog, was a boxer-pointer cross and our little Altona Special, not much bigger than a chihuahua and of indeterminate breed, ruled the roost over our giant black-spotted, white boxer.<BR/>I wish you all, including Georgio, much happiness with the little pooch. <BR/>Lorraine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post-5671864460226827672007-07-05T16:07:00.001+10:002007-07-05T16:07:00.001+10:00Georgia *loves* the new dog. If the new dog is out...Georgia *loves* the new dog. If the new dog is outside, crying, and Georgia's in, she gets very distressed.Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10932807900624163063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post-5690493096581031692007-07-05T16:07:00.000+10:002007-07-05T16:07:00.000+10:00Well, yes, there is all that. And that was why I r...Well, yes, there is all that. And that was why I resisted a dog for so long. But the counterpoint -- and a very strong one it is -- is the unconditional love. You just don't get that from cats. When I come home, my dog says, "Oh, at last. I can't tell you how much I missed you. I'm so pleased you are home at last. Please don't go out again. Not without me. Please." Whereas my cat says, "Oh, were you out? Any chance of getting dinner?" And that's it.Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10932807900624163063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post-20827292307262713032007-07-05T16:05:00.000+10:002007-07-05T16:05:00.000+10:00By the way, have you asked Georgia how she feels a...By the way, have you asked Georgia how she feels about being relegated to "the existing dog" rather than gorgeous, wonderful, one-and-only dog?Sherrylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04405534589743973581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912938826526390929.post-56418459529906981112007-07-05T09:43:00.000+10:002007-07-05T09:43:00.000+10:00Sounds like doggy fun at your house - but I'll sti...Sounds like doggy fun at your house - but I'll stick to my cats, thanks. No chewing of precious items, no big dog food bill, no having to take them for walks in the freezing cold, no poo to clean up, no slobber (although one cat does dribble if you scratch its head in the right place). And my chooks lay eggs!Sherrylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04405534589743973581noreply@blogger.com