Dog Math Applied to Mac

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Help! I just did the math and a year from now, I’ll be living with Dogzilla! Who is Dogzilla you ask? His name is currently Mac but at the rate he is growing, he will be transforming into Dogzilla sometime around Christmas.

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I haven’t gone to college, and I may be an obedience school dropout, but I know what exponential growth looks like.  He weighed 24 lbs. shortly after I got here in July. He’s added 14 lbs. of bulk in about four weeks. That’s some serious growing! Yes, Mac, that cute little adorable pup who liked to snuggle down by your feet while in the car so he could get the AC blown directly on him, is becoming something much larger than a puppy.

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Shark Week

Shark 6I was going to call this post My Enemy the Shark because I don’t think I like sharks. I’ve never seen one in real life but I can’t think of many good reasons to like them. They are a threat to us dogs who like to swim in the ocean.

Since I moved to Florida I found out that I like swimming in the ocean despite the salt water. However, there is always a risk that a shark might be out there lurking. Sharks have an unfair advantage when we go swimming in the ocean. They can see us but we can’t see them. They can also smell us and it’s said they can hear us when we bark.

We ran into a lady who grew up close to our favorite beach in Florida. She said the local laws didn’t allow dogs on the beaches when she was a kid because the sharks would hear the barking and think it was baby seals. Thank goodness they changed the rules. We love to come to our own dog beach here in Venice and we’ve never seen any sharks.

And besides, any shark that doesn’t know the difference between a dog’s bark and a baby seal can’t be very bright. Then again, I’ve heard some pretty whimpy barking that I thought was something besides a dog!

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My First Bobcat


I wasn’t quite sure what to do so I did what most dogs do in those situations. I barked. Not a lot but a few times to show some authority, although I don’t really know what was the right thing to do.

Let me give you some background. It was about 8:45 in the morning and I was out on the patio with Dad. I was still panting a little from our trip to the dog park and the dozens of balls I’d retrieved.

I had put my head down and was beginning to feel the warm glow of one of the dozens of naps I take throughout the day when something didn’t seem quite right. I lifted my head up and before I knew it, there was a 25 lb. bobcat just a few yards away – I’m going to guess about 10 to 15 yards. It was a beautiful cat (did I say that?), moving gracefully as it sauntered by. Continue reading