Checking out on Pop Culture
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
  American Pop Culture-Dogs!
There's something positive (well...almost) in American Pop Culture. And that is Dogs! I'm a confirmed dog lover. About a year ago I purchased a Bull Mastiff. He was twenty pounds, a red fawn, and cute as a button.

Went to the breeder and saw all 7 male pups. That's right- all male. The Bitch didn't have any females. What a gal! So after I spent considerable time picking out my favorite, I had the owners designate my seleaction. He would be ready for pick up in another three weeks.

So a year's gone by and now my 120 pound "Bully" goes on walks with me twice a day. Trying to put into words the indescribable pleasure I experience while walking is difficult. Now I'm sure it has something to do with me being big (I'm 6'4") and Buckley being big as well. He blows his cover too often however, even though he's 120 pounds and growing he bucks, jumps and twists with excitment. He'll do it for people or other dogs.

My next door neighbor has a very large, unpredictable rottwieller. He's very old (about 12). Very mean and erratic. He chased me out of his yard once while his owner rushed over to keep me from being bitten. Ever since then I wanted to get a big dog, groom him just right and scare the squat out of mean old "Mullet".

So yesterday was D-Day. I walked his direction and turned the corner by his house. Mullet rushed out and stopped well short of the fence. Buckley jumped, flipped and squeeled with delight. "No! No! No! Buckley" I said to myself. "Your suppossed to intimidat this crotchety old rottwieler! Why don't you growl?!"

Oh well. While Buckley didn't growl or snap, he did at least stand his ground. Mullet slinked and crouched slowly toward Buckley. Buckley responded with panting and tail wagging. Jeez...sometimes the best laid plans...

Back to a more head in the clouds state now...Walking with a dog is pure heaven. Especially a big dog. While the down sides are real ( they can lunge, tear one's arm out of your socket, break the choker chain) the benefits outway the negatives. People stop and stare, make mostly pleasant comments like "Oh my...he's so big! ...What kind of dog it this?...Oh my goodness...he's gorgeous. !" I, of course, soak up all the compliments.

Some weeks back I attended a dog walk in Tallahassee FL. This was sponsored by the Humane Society. Everyone brought their dog and promenaded around a small lake. It's probably about a half mile around . I counted over two hundred dogs. Every size, shape, breed or mongrel combination.

The organizers then held the much anticipated 'contest'. Best face, best body, prettiest coat, most talented and several other catagories I've forgotten.

Everyone had a great time. No bad fights broke out. Some major sniffing was accomplished. Some best buddies for formed and I was completely worn out. Managing a large dog while in the company of two hundred others is exahusting.

Buckley wagged his tail until I got him back in the truck heading for home. In seconds he put his head on the floor and was out. I, however, had the job of driving home.

Life is good.
 

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I'm a 50 y/o white guy. Own my own business. Have wife, son & two step daughters. Have a Bull Mastiff dog, chickens, 1 cat. I live on 10 acres deep (in the woods) of north Florida.

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