Dogs in Baja

Depends....are you a "teacup Poodle" kinda guy....or a pit bull kinda guy? WGAC???? We Got A Cat??????

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Originally posted by soulpatch Yeah, but whatever you do, DO NOT let your dog poop where I am going to light my fireworks off! You know, that might be offensive.

I'm sure there are plenty of used liquor bottles laying around to use for launching. Doggy doo doo is such a bad thang for you to play with.

Dogs Are Good

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Originally posted by soulpatch Yeah, but whatever you do, DO NOT let your dog poop where I am going to light my fireworks off! You know, that might be offensive.

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Originally posted by rts551 Quote: Originally posted by soulpatch Yeah, but whatever you do, DO NOT let your dog poop where I am going to light my fireworks off! You know, that might be offensive. What? It is a tradition to poop there and I demand the freedom to let my dog continue to do so. Did I spell that right?

Grammar police here---didn't you mean to say, "Did I spell that correctly?"

Now, we need to know to what the pronoun, that, refers. Was it the entire sentence or perhaps just the word poop?

Poop, are you referring to a ship, a state of exhaustion, or defecation---noun or verb????

Now, as far as the idea of canine freedoms, are they inherint or are they granted??

Yes, you must clarify your posts.

BTW your sweet puppy dog would hardly qualify for protection against evil. She is a sweetie even if she still likes trash bags.

Back on topic. Our big dog is a worthless watch dog. One statement of cute dog, or a scratch behind the ear, and the campsite would be history. But his big bark does help.

Now, about the little dog----look out!

Diane

Oh Oh.... Am I going to be banned? Molly is learning to "tongue" people until the give up.
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I love taking my dog to Baja.....and he loves going there!

[Edited on 4-1-2008 by BajaGeoff]

Meet the mighty Cedric

A Baja native who is enjoying a little Baja rain...that famous '6-inch' downpour. The drops are about as far apart as Cedric is long.

Hey...isn't that Fifi over there? What a poodle!

The Hound

We heard a strange sound just before dawn. Very faint and errie voice in the wind...whispering Damiana?..or Damien?

We look outside and there is this hound sitting there....quietly staring at the house. Brrrrr.....

Scurrying inside we turn back for another look and it is gone.

I miss the old rooster.

Home School

Home Schooling

Who is schooling who?

I voted Yes.

I also got an email today from an English Mastiff breeder.

http://www.nacimientomastiffs.com/

I submitted a puppy application a while back. It was accepted and put on file for when/if they had a breeding. They have, and we could be dog owners by mid summer IF I can talk Dern into it.

The talking into it part is not going so well. I think it's too soon after loosing Cora.

I thought that Gene Kira's website photo of an English Mastiff in Baja would help my cause.

Not.

Please send dog vibes our direction.

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ps. Dern, if you read this, no pressure. Really.

That's a dog and a half!

Yes, Paulina I guess you would.

Feel safe that is!

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Originally posted by Sharksbaja Yes, Paulina I guess you would. Feel safe that is!

Meet "Rhubarb", my first English Mastiff. He was 240 lbs. His neck measured 32". He wore a pony blanket in the snow.



He snored horribly. I used to think that if anyone came lurking around my trailer at night and heard him, they would assume a man was sleeping inside. The pair of men's boots that I kept at the door helped as well.

Rhubarb made me feel very safe. One afternoon a car pulled up next to our trailers that contained a couple very much in love with each other, if you catch my drift.

Rhubarb was on a horse lead, tied to the patio and out of sight of this couple. I was alone with my son who was about 6yrs. old at the time. My motherly stink eye didn't do much to encourage the couple to move their make out session to a different beach, so I untied Rhubarb.

As the couple continued about their "business", Rhubarb walked up to the driver's side window. He was eye level with the driver as he looked up from what held his attention, not into my disapproving eyes, but into the eyes of my "man".



Rhubarb opened his mouth and proceeded to gum the drivers window, rubbing his slobbery mouth slowly back and forth across the glass, pressing his tongue and teeth against the window.

I think the drivers head hit the top of his headliner as he bolted up in his seat, turned on the ignition and found reverse gear in 5 seconds flat.

I was laughing so hard, Rhubarb was wondering where his new play toy went and I never had a repeat visit from that loving couple.

Most people in town knew where Rhubarb lived in a very short time and would announce their visits to the trailer by a honk of the horn. There was only one person in town that Rhubarb didn't care for, and I never knew why.

I liked the feeling of security Rhubarb afforded me back then. With times as they are now in Baja, I think I would rest a bit easier with another big guy by our side.

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