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How to Dry A Bouvier
by Kate Gilpin
|A Bouvier Non-Training Event||Ebby, a tribute||Xmas 2004, a collaborative story|
Paws, the Snow Bouv
a collaborative effort for xmas
|Bentley - A puppy's tail||How Truman probably got
black tongue spots
|A Bouv Day by Maureen Buck||My name is Kona & I'm Tuff||My Name is Sam|
|Pia - the cat...er...cake burglar||Blue & Musqua - Bouvs & Bears||Truman @ The Car Wash|
|PITA (Pain in the Ass)||Free to a Good Home
the 2 career marriage
|The True Story of Miss Maggie Mae a deaf dog story|
|A Tribute to Bo||Polly the Cat Thief||Bouv Poetry|
|The Life & Times of
|Truman's Herding Adventures||A Bouvier & His Horse|
|Bogart - NYC in the 70's||Sabrina's Thanksgiving, 1999||Lady & The Ancient Dalmatian, Pepper Ann|
a deaf dog story
|Bogart's Friend, George Collins||A Day in the life of a Housewife|
|Tips for a Rainy Afternoon||For Sale to a Good
too often, too true
|Dog 1 - Car 0 A true story|
|The Pouncer's Birthday||What is it?||Bouv Spit put to use|
|The Dog's Cold Nose; a poem||Gotcha, by Cal||I want my BouvTV|
|Dr. Grizz visits mother||Justin Chastel's Bouvier||The Trials of Bertrand Krakow|
|A slight departure||A Bouv family for the 90's||For our drinking buddies|
|Pizza Anyone?||The Bouv knocks twice
you get it -- right?
|Quotes & Proverbs|
|Her Dogs Get an Allowance||Bouvs Listen & Understand||A working Dog story :-)|
|Bouv Thumbnail Description||Tarra's Story Finnish nightmare||Dogs in Heaven, a parable|
a nose by any other name...
|The male bouv's
|Amazing but True; sure|
From: Stephanie James <email@example.com>
Date: Thu, 10 Jul 97 17:42:19 -0600
Subject: some philosophy
Remember the quote from "The Outermost House" by Henry Beston?
"...We patronize them (animals) for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate of having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we err, and greatly err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete, gifted with extensions of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear...."
I have the whole quote in a frame with a superimposed, cut-out picture of Paddington looking very serene and watchful. It hangs over my desk and has been for 6 years. Lest I forget."
It doesn't escape my notice that as far as anyone can tell, dogs are the only species that chose to live with humans. Oh sure, there's the odd bird or raccoon who wants to hang out and check out the garbage. But dogs want to come inside and LIVE with us. What manner of mystery is this?
From: "Blomefield, Jan" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 09:58:03 -0500
Subject: What breed do people think you have?
When Beej and I are out at a public venue, I hear lots of guesses (mostly wrong) about his breed. They range from "bear cub" to "poodle" to "cocker spaniel???"
My favorite story is about the wino in the park. As we were walking through Tower Grove Park, an old drunk was sleeping it off on a picnic table. As we approached, he raised up on his elbow, gazed at us bleary- eyed and slurred, "Hey lady, what kinda dog is that?"
In my best faux accent, I replied, "He's a Bouvier des Flandres".
The drunk nodded sagely, lay his head back down, closed his eyes and muttered, "Thass just what I thought".
Urban Living!! Dog experts EVERYWHERE!!
From: email@example.com (Janet Land)
Date: Fri, 26 Jul 1996 16:24:27 -0700
Subject: Chinese Instead of Pizza?
Although our Bouv Bea would love pizza, she doesn't even get the crusts since her humans eat it all. (Yes life is terribly unfair for some dogs) She does however get very excited when we order Chinese food 'cause she ADORES the fortune cookies (minus the fortune) that come with it. She is very nonchalant while we're eating but no matter where she is in the house as soon as she hears the rustle of the little bag the cookies come in she is there in a flash. I suspect they have lots of sugar in them so we make them last for a few days but even the smallest bit has her doing every trick in the book.
From: "carol & tim" <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 00:05:28 -0700
Subject: Re: prey drive
I used to have a black Siamese cat who would bring a dead rat in the pet door every night and leave it on my dining room table. When my then-husband moved in with his pet rats, Blackie noticed that I must want LIVE rats, so he continued to bring rats in, but unharmed. He never messed with the tame rats, even though they were out of their cage sometimes.
Blackie is gone now. I kinda wish my Bouvs weren't so, you know, rotten. I'd like to get another cat someday! I dont miss the rats, though.
From: Christine Karkow <email@example.com>
Date: Fri, 31 Oct 1997 17:57:34 +0000
Subject: Re: precocious leg lifting
...once when we lived in Montana, we had an unusual blast of arctic air-we had temperatures around minus 30. Bertrand went out to pee, and his paws were freezing, so he would lift one paw at a time and hobble around on three legs, giving the raised paw a chance to thaw a little bit before touching the frozen ground. This seems to work for dogs, except Bertrand forgot he was on three legs when he lifted his leg, at which time he was on two legs and fell over.
...ok this time I will warn you before i tell you about another mishap Bertrand experienced due to extreme weather. Keep all soft drinks away from the keyboard. when we were living in Casper, Wyoming, it was a windy day, 50 mph winds with 70 mph gusts (this is not uncommon in Wyoming-I'm glad I'm not there anymore!) well, Bertrand had to take care of some business. As he was doing so, a sudden 70 mph gust came up and blew him over. He'd kill me if he knew I was telling embarassing stories about him, but luckily he can't read.
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