First of all, there is no Come Here command. At best, it’s a Come Here suggestion. In a dog’s world you don’t do anything without asking yourself, “What’s in it for me?” If there is something positive or potentially positive, then the suggestion might be obeyed. For instance, when a human has a treat in their hand, a dog biscuit let’s say, and they give the Come Here suggestion, it’s a no brainer.
Now let’s take that same suggestion when I’m outside off my leash and playing with another dog. We’re chasing each other and having a good old time and some dumb human (no offense, Dad, hehe) yells out, “Come Here!” Not only is this a suggestion, not a command, but it’s a bad suggestion. I’m not going to call time out from my running and chasing to stop and come to Dad or anyone else.
I’m a dog and I still have some puppy in me. At least that’s what they tell me. I have a lot of energy and can start running in circles for no apparent reason. Today I’m going to talk about going outside to do my business. In the future I’d like to talk about how I go about letting Dad know I’ve got to go out, but today it’s all about what happens when we get out there.
I have a fairly short attention span. As soon as I get outside my nose goes to work and I need to catch up on all the wonderful smells. This is one of the really cool things about being a dog. You wouldn’t believe the smells. Humans would think the majority of them are foul but to a dog they are pure heaven.
Many people have a different idea of the Canadian goose than I do. For some, seeing a flock flying high overhead in the familiar V pattern is beautiful and majestic as they squawk and soar high above. In fact this may be a rare occurrence, perhaps seen only a time or two a year.
It’s different here. Geese are a part of every day life. They are everywhere. That in itself is not a bad thing. But if you take several hundreds, if not thousands of geese and multiply them by the 2 pounds of poop they average per day, you may start to get a picture of a not so pleasant scene.
Okay so he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. But Huckleberry Hound has been around forever and has to make the list of top dogs. He’s about the friendliest, easy-going dog you’ll ever run across. Being so nice, he would probably never make a very good watchdog!
The thing that strikes you first about old Huck is his southern drawl. Maybe someone can enlighten me but that has to be about as far south as you can get! When you think of a southern accent, that’s one for sure. I’ve never heard him bark. I wonder if he barks with a southern drawl. Hmm.
Huck never seemed to get too excited. Things would go on around him and he didn’t seem to be aware of anything. But whatever it was, it always worked out in the end, usually with the bad guy getting his just desserts.
Of course nobody can hear Oh My Darling Clementine without thinking of Huckleberry Hound’s rendition. No offense to Connie Francis but the Huckleberry Hound version is my favorite. He has kind of a tin ear so he isn’t always right on key. I guess that’s what gives it the charm it has.
Huckleberry Hound. If I was going to have a poker game (and take a photo so I could make it into a velvet poster) I would invite Huck for sure. He’s a good old boy, win or lose!