I think dogs are the most amazing creatures; they give unconditional love.

For me they are the role model for being alive.

~ Gilda Radner

Saturday, June 13, 2009

a special request

This is how Stumpy looks when she just wakes up... a good thing for one dog to know, in case he is pondering the future...



This is Stumpy, giving me her "look," when she has waited quite long enough.



"OK, I'm sitting, I have been sitting and your point is?"


Stumpy goes to get the ball, and has several other stops to make before she can return. Oops, she will have to go back and get the ball. Her priorities and my priorities are quite different, frequently... Pretty soon, I will be out of balls and have to do a recon mission. The yard is full of balls, but she will only bring one back if it has just been thrown. If she is in the mood.


Note the attractive black band at the beginning of her tail. According to some, that is a genetic trait that ties her to "Hall's Heelers." Thomas Hall is said, by some, to have bred the original Australian cattle dogs. The ancestry of the "heeler" is argued to this day, Down Under. Stumpy, being one of the rare, sooooo highly valued blue dogs, if legend is to be believed, also has some blue blood.

Stumpy was found with her litter mates, all stumpy tailed cattle dogs. By the time she came into my life, we could not find any of her litter mates :( We named her Jibesek, which in Potawatomi, means rotten little stump.

Once Stumpy woke up from her nightmare of a life and came out of her shell she turned into rotten little holy terror of a dog (Jezebel and DeeDee for devil dog were the other choices.) She is called Stumpy in honor of her littermates. We hope and pray they are safe and happy.

Another little known fact...Cattle dogs should only have stump tails if born that way. Of course, here in the good ol' USA we have to improve upon the breed, and that includes chopping off some poor puppies tails.


The End.

13 comments:

Gus, Louie and Callie said...

Ya Stumpy we are so glad to see you again..
Yepper us Heeler's are special breeds.. The mark on our heads is called the Bentley spot. He was also one of the original ACD breeders..
Mom knows what you mean by holy terror. Callie is just that. She never slows down and she is a leaper so Mom is constantly finding her on top of things..
Have a great weekend...

Big Sloppy Kisses
Gus, Louie and Callie

Khyra The Siberian Husky And Sometimes Her Mom said...

Tank woo fur the lesson!

Mom and I are so furry happy when we dogs from outside of the US with their 'parts' intakht! This dokhking/trimming thing is just wrong!

Welkhome bakhk!

Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra

SweetPeaSurry said...

Wb ummm n Stumpy!!! Excellent piccies!

NORWOOD UNLEASHED said...

Stumpy
What a wonderful post. The added music has me dreamy. A perfect touch Stumpy to match that sultry stare (or is it a devilish stare?) Nonetheless I love it. Here's something else we kinda have in common.. where Mom is from Milwaukee.. there is an Indian casino downtown.. guess what the name is.. Potawatomi - http://www.travelwisconsin.com/item_detail/Potawatomi_Bingo_and_Casino.aspx

Thanks for the great post! I was missing that stare.
Norwood

Gus, Louie and Callie said...

Louie is supper special.. Mom calls it the Louie Zone.. Of course if Louie wasn't so special he just wouldn't be Louie...

Big Sloppy Kisses
Gus, Louie and Callie

NORWOOD UNLEASHED said...

Stumpy.
I'm glad you liked my neon lips. I had a hard time deciding b/n green or blue. (boy colored lipstick- if there's such a thing)

Norwood

Life With Dogs said...

It's always nice to see a dog escape the tail chop. Good for you for not upholding that standard - I bet Stumpy would thank you if she could talk!

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T said...

Very nice post! Stumpy is gorgeous! Nice to see you post again!

NORWOOD UNLEASHED said...

Hey stumpy!
Yep that was a fun event! I:m glad u like me unique
Norwood

Gus, Louie and Callie said...

If you don't have any squirrels we can share ours with you...

Big Sloppy Kisses
Gus, Louie and Callie

Southbay Girl said...

Yeah Stumpy! I'm glad you are back!!!! I still have my tail!!! I like your blue band!!

Woof

velcro

Murr Brewster said...

I just had to send you this to cut and paste: http://www.castofcharacters.com/aucatldg.htm
A local woman makes Australian cattle dog cabinet pulls, hooks, etc. out of bronze. Check it out. And in other news, thank you for all your comments on Murrmurrs. I appreciate them all. I also do not like to argue on line (or in person, actually) but I can definitely learn from just about everyone. As someone with a sort of mutt heritage, I don't strongly identify with any group. I do think if one's people have suffered from war, slavery, genocide, holocaust, etc., it sharpens one's sense of identity. Even good ole boys from the South who feel wronged since the Civil War have that sense. But we standard crackers have been at the top of the food chain so long nothing even registers with us. Eight generations back my forebear (Elder William Brewster) came over on the Mayflower feeling mighty abused, I guess, and I can't even relate to that, being averse to religion. I tend to relate more to the Norwegian side of my family, who no doubt strapped on their horned helmets and stomped all over everybody at one point or other. Sheesh.

At least it ends with me: no kids! Best regards.