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May 2, 2003 - Volume 43 Materials in this newsletter are the sole possession of the authors and Dog Company. Please do not copy or use in any fashion without written permission |
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Ace.....Canine Crimebuster Ace was a Saanich Police (dog) Constable who was extraordinary. During his years on the force, this beautiful black and tan German Shepard achieved and overcame many things. Ace even cheated death when he was diagnosed with spinal myelopathy - a degeneration of the spinal cord - he made a miraculous recovery after being put on an experimental drug. The next year, 1996, he competed in the B.C. Championships. His dog abilities are legend. Ace placed top dog overall several times in the B.C. Police Canine Championships and the Canadian National Police Canine Championships; as well, he was the top dog in obedience and agility at the World Police Canine Championships. Now every great dog team has a great handler and for Ace, that would be Sgt. Glen MacKenzie. This team were responsible for 325 arrests during their nine year police work career together. They also have been responsible for the training of other canine teams. Ace retired from 9 years on the force in Feb.2001. He spent his retirement years with the MacKenzie family. Ace passed away Monday, April 14, 2003, of natural causes; he was 12 years old.
Classified (To our advertisers: we'd love to hear if your ad in the Woof was successful. Please drop us a line and let us know.) Wanted: We acquired two dogs last fall and, as we have now decided we would like to travel a fair amount, we are looking for a home for them. Wanted: My name is Kaya, I am 4 years old and I must say I am one good looking German Short Haired Pointer. I am a wonderful dog, caring, attentive, very smart, and a stellar athlete. Wanted: Your 'articles', your 'For Sales', your 'Want Ads', your birthday wishes, your letters to Mam'selle, your names, your ......... ????? By Wed. May 14 .... for the next Woof, please...... peni@dogcompany.com Announcement: Due to staff holidays, the next Woof will be published on May 17, not the 16th. (Disclaimer: Advertisements posted by the Woof are done as a service, not as an endorsement. Please communicate directly with the ad contact for further information on any items.)
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ASK MAM'SELLE Dear Mam'selle: Dear Monty: Ok, this is probably grossing out all the humans reading this and making the canines drool in anticipation. The cure: Putting HOT stuff on is not a good idea....it won't kill you but there are a lot of other ways. Tell your people they need to really pay a lot more attention to the ground as they walk along. One of the best and most effective ways is for them to see the paper first: when you're a step or two away from it, and as you start to pass by, a sharp snap on the leash and a firm but quiet voice says, "Leave it, good boy, by me." It will help turn the focus onto you and your people. The snap on the leash lets you know they will not tolerate any pulling on the leash ...your job as the the dog is to keep the slack in the leash. Your parents need to remember that shouting only makes things worse and everyone gets upset. A quiet firm voice keeps them calm and feeling confident and it helps you keep your focus. If they need more help or some hands on experience, call my mom, Peni, at 656-1659 or woof@dogcompany.com
Phydeau Phun Did you hear about the confused activists who protested when they heard the Eskimos were sleighing their dogs?
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Tips and Tales by Miss Trouble Well, you all read Sweep's article in the April 4 issue of the Woof about the Blossom walk and how we were going to go in it. She gave you all the facts and background information, and now, you get to hear, "the rest of the story." (Think I've heard that phrase on the radio somewhere.) Dad got me up early and took me for a quick walk after breakfast and then Mom and I got ready to go. It was so embarrassing; she had these flower things and she put one around my wrist and I had to wear it for a bracelet. The only good thing was that Sweep and Poutine both had to wear one too. All us furfaces wore a neat floral bandana instead of our usual Trail Blazer one. We met up with everyone else at a parking lot, and loaded ourselves into fewer cars; Kaleb's Mom took Cricket, Pixel, Finnegan and their moms and Kaleb in her car. Robbie rode with Libby's people, (Libby couldn't come in furson, but was represented by her picture and her people) Monty rode with his folks, and the rest of us crammed into Peni's van. Let's see, that was seven dogs and six people; and oh, yeah, we had Finnegan's ambulance too. ( a little red wagon from Marigold Nursery) We arrived at the Curling Club and checked in; the organizers were delighted to see us. They had an official photographer to take our picture, not just in the Curling Club at the start, but out on the course in two different places. We're famous!!! After getting our walk cards, we set off. There was a bit of confusion about the route sometimes, but when the people are reading the directions, that's bound to happen; if they'd let us lead, we'd have had no trouble at all. The walk wound about on different streets and past lots of pretty yards. I'll have to admit, we furfaces probably didn't spend too much time admiring blossoms - there were just too many interesting smells in the grass and on the sidewalks. We went past one house with a resident cat; his eyes just kept getting bigger and bigger as we all went marching past. We even stopped those car things! Well, maybe they stopped because someone pushed a button, but who's to say. Finnegan rode most of the way in his ambulance, but when he felt the need for some exercise, Cricket grabbed a ride. Don Evoy, the man who had helped us register, met us part way along the route with a water bowl, so that was really nice of him. It wasn't that hot, but some of us were a bit thirsty, so we did appreciate it. All too soon, it was over. We'd walked five kilometres and it didn't seem like we'd gone far at all. We heard the human people saying, "10k next year." Heck, that sounds like twice as much fun. We checked back in, got our certificates, looked around a bit, and then loaded back into the cars. We rearranged ourselves a bit more on the way back; Kayla, world's biggest lap dog, managed to fill three laps in the back seat; I'd had to stand on the way down, so this time, I sat on the front seat beside Peni, and made Mom sort of sit on the edge. Much more comfortable for me. Poor Rabbit was stuffed in beside the ambulance, Sweep, Poutine, and Arthur were in the middle seat and I know Mindy was in the van somewhere but I couldn't see her. Wooooo wooo, and a great big "Woof" for the Blossom Walk. What a triumph for dogkind! It was fun and I know that our people were proud of us; we were really good, good dogs and set a great example for any other dogs who might want to try this. We're already thinking about other people walks we can get our paws in. Watch for us!
Woofs of Wisdom "Cat's Motto: No matter what you've done wrong, always try to make it look like the dog did it."
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Life with Teena Let me introduce myself. I'm Teena, a red haired smooth miniature dachshund, and I live with my people and two cats, and life in that household hasn't really been the same since I was adopted. The Dachshund Philosophy states that, "If I like it, it's mine. If I think I might like it, it's mine. If it's in my mouth, it's mine. If it was ever in my mouth, it's mine. If I can take it from you, it's mine. If you can take it from me, it's still mine. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine." I fully support this; just ask my Mom and her slippers. So what if they're as big as me; they're mine, all mine! I also use the cats' scratching post; after all, isn't that what it's there for? I play with the cats when the mood strikes; they sometimes strike too - did you know that cats have sharp claws on the end of their feet? I have to keep going back to see if I really did feel something. I keep my Mom company when she's working, by sitting close to her on my own chair, not the floor - that's too cold. I protect her from all the sounds that we hear and some that only I hear; I've got a great bark. I have lots to do around the house, keeping busy getting into things and keeping the folks happy. Mom talks to me a lot because I'm a great listener, and if it's important, I'll talk back to her. If she's sad, I'll make her laugh. Mom says she never feels alone when I'm there to be with her and alert her to danger. She says that life is more chaotic with me around, but that she wouldn't be without me. From being a cat person only, she's now a dog person too.
Did You Know? The first Rin Tin Tin was an extremely intelligent German Shepherd that had been used as a messenger dog and was found wounded at the end of World War I. He was taken back to the US where he landed a role in Hollywood which spanned 14 years. He was to star in twenty-two poplular films, always signing his own contract with a pawprint. Since his death in 1932, he has been followed by 6 generations of shepherds, each of which has played in new adventures on the screen.
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Slick's Flicks GRRR ... Wuff! Yep, it's time to pop the popcorn ( I like mine with a bit of butter and a big bowl of water.) (These are all available at the video store) Family Flicks Adult Movies Geeesh.......... I can smell the popcorn now! REMEMBER TO LICK UP ALL THE CRUMBS OFF THE FLOOR!
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The Purrrrrrr Here we go, folks; proof positive that dogs are not the brilliant beings that some people seem to think they are. You'd never hear of a cat doing this to their people! CAT BURGLAR RULE #1: When Breaking Into Someone's House, Make Sure Your Dog Doesn't Follow You, or This Might Happen... WEST YORKS (UK) Here's a case of a cat burglar whose dog is a dirty rat. After breaking into a home in Dewsbury, a burglar escaped through a window when he heard the homeowners returning. He might have gotten away, had he not left his dog "Roxy" behind. The homeowners, Rita and Derek Lewis, found the abandoned mutt, put a leash on her and took her for a little walk. Roxy then led the couple straight to the home of 21-year-old Steven Wilson, about 200 yards away. Mr. Lewis, 70, comments, "He should have left the dog at home; it wasn't his best friend that night." Though slightly rattled by the incident, the couple seems to have been more amused than threatened by the attempted burglary. On Wednesday, it was reported in "The Sun" newpaper that Wilson was jailed for 21 months at Bradford Crown Court. I wonder what happened to the dog? Typical canine... no brains! And why are they calling the guy a "cat burglar?" Cleocatra (Cats rule... dogs drool!) (thanks to the UK "Dogs in the News" for this story)
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