StKildaMal

...or other dogs.

All dogs have a sharp end ...all owners have a responsibility to ensure that their dog's don't use it. As with everything there's a small minority of people on both sides that ruin it for everyone else, both small and large dog owners. Most are great though. I've owned Cavs, a Malamute and now a beautiful medium sized mutt. The Cavs were bullied by some big dogs, the Mal was constantly attacked by small dogs (there was a certain terrier back when I lived in Melbourne who I couldn't go to Albert Park if he was there, even when I had the Mal on a leash this dog would come running over and bite her back legs and the owner would tell me my dog was a killer and should be muzzled ) My biggest complaint is owners that don't think. My local dog park is very big. Generally the big dogs are at one end and the little ones at the other. There is two gates. Most people work out which end their dog "belongs" in and goes there. Yet some small dog owners bring their yappy fear aggresive small dog into the big dog end, then complain when they get rumbled by the big guys. Common sense is required. Again, they all have a sharp end, if owners aren't confident they won't use it, keep it on a leash.

It's been a month now since Keisha left me. We spent almost 10 years together and I've been trying to work out the best way to sum up why she meant so much to me. I figured counting was the best way, over 10 years we: Lived in 5 different cities/towns Lived in 12 different houses Had 24 different flatmates Had 6 different girlfriends Went to 7 different jobs (well I did, they wouldn't let her go, although she did make surprise appearances occaisionally) Lost 3 grandparents and an uncle Witnessed the birth of 3 nieces and nephews Went through two bouts of severe depression (me about 5 years ago and my partner more recently) Went through 2 bouts of cancer (the last one got her) Through all that Keisha was the only constant in my life (and I the only constant in hers). When I was depressed and didn't treat her as I should have, she still loved me. She was what got me through, and later what got my partner through the dark times as well. Besides my immediate family, no human has been that dedicated to me...that's why she meant so much. Her last few months were spent running around a peach orchard, chasing rabbits and finally getting to spend all day at work with me. She was happy when she left and was PTS before the second bout of cancer got too painful for her. Never an easy decision but, the right one to make. I used to call her "The Dog". My partner renamed her "The Princess" (both in name and attitude). Now she is an angel, waiting for me to rejoin her in a few years time.