Dog lovers tend to want to know more about our mutts, so I’ve added this page to introduce them properly.
Max is the ruggedy handsome chap. Barkley is the brindle.
Barkley is a greyhound / spaniel mix, although we’ve recently discovered that he looks exactly like a Plott Hound. The breed is supposed to tree small animals, which now makes perfect sense to us. He’s absolutely insane whenever a squirrel, chipmunk, cat, small dog is anywhere in his sight.
Barkley was listed in the newspaper as “Free To Good Home”. The gal that was giving him away had him in a small cage where he spun around and around, yelping like crazy. She even went so far as to say, “If he doesn’t work out, you can bring him back. The last two people did.” His name at the time was Bonner, which didn’t make sense. He barked incessently, and thus became Barkley.
He’s mellowed out with age, and we’ve learned a LOT from the book written by the Dog Whisperer titled “Cesar’s Way”. He is now trained to run on the treadmill, and pulls my husband (Whitey) on a skateboard while running about 30mph. He’s got tons of nervous energy. He’s the most affectionate dog I’ve ever known, and can cuddle like none other.
Max is our newest addition to the family. Max lived in Portland in a home with a bit of domestic abuse, and it wasn’t a very good situation for a rottweiler to be in. Our friend took the dog from the couple that owned him, and brought him to Bend with him while visiting. He was visiting Whitey at the bar he worked at, and asked if he knew of anyone looking for a dog. Twenty minutes later, Max was at home with me.
Max growls constantly. It took some getting used to. It’s his way of talking, but it scares the bejeezus out of people who come over to our house. He is a very, very good dog, and is incredibly loyal. He loves playing hide-and-seek, his favorite snack is whatever you’re eating, he has a tendency to lie on his back with his legs straight up in the air, and his favorite activity is swimming.
Max and Barkley are the best of friends. They rarely are in a room without each other, and even snuggle on occasion. They both have a pretty good life together. Every morning, they go on a long walk before breakfast. They typically get to go play frisbee at a nearby park 5 days a week, and during the Summer, they go swimming almost every other day. In the evenings, we’ll take them skateboarding or walk them to my mother-in-law’s house to play with her dog.
And lastly, here are a few photos of my Saint, Buddy Blackdog. Buddy passed away in October of 2005, and I’m still not over it. I’m tearing up right now as I type this.
Buddy hated the water…. but he hated the new dog (Max) even more. I think watching Max and Barkley swimming while at the river, and getting all of the attention for doing so, really motivated him to learn to swim.
Buddy was in the final years of his life when he went swimming for the first time. I remember when Whitey called me at my office, telling me that Buddy was half-way across the Deschutes River fetching a frisbee. I didn’t believe him, and he emailed a photo to me from his camera phone. I was so excited – I ran out of work and drove to where they were. It was a miracle! Buddy was not only swimming, but he was swimming faster than the other dogs to fetch the frisbee. I was like a momma watching her baby learn to walk — completely teared up and clapping my hands while jumping up and down.
This photo was taken the last day he ever went swimming, about a month before he had to be put down. Sweet, sweet Buddy Blackdog. Dammit! Why do I do this to myself?!??
SO….. (wiping eyes) these are my boys. Thanks for looking at their photos and learning a bit more about them. Now you’ll understand why I say that my dogs really are better than your dogs. Because they are.
Update, August 2012:
Meet the newest hellion in our family:
Pepper Oni Lou Minerva Peanut Butter
At least, that’s her name this week.
She’s a little rascal; an Australian Shepard momma with a McNab herding dog for a poppa. She’ll bring blood to your ankles, and rules the house. So far, she likes running, terrorizing the bigger dogs, riding in the golf cart and racing behind it on par 4 and 5 holes.
Her birthday is June 14th, 2012. Send dog treats and band-aids, please.