My Buddy Blue
Tuesday 08/23/2005 1:35 AM
 Just some of the dogs that live with my friend, Bob Johnson, out on his duck farm far east of town. The big bruiser in the front is my buddy Blue. Going from front to back after Blue are Vesta, Shadow and Shiner (way in the back in the most natural of poses). File Under: Bob Johnson; Dogs |
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Have you ever met a dog (or any animal for that matter) that just grabbed you? I can count on one hand my instant connections with furry friends (a few dogs and one giraffe).
A couple months ago, I drove out east of town to meet my friend, Bob Johnson, out on his duck farm. I'll talk more about Bob some other time. Right now I want to talk about Blue. Check your Image of the Day to see this big guy and, yes, that is German Shepard he is towering over. Suffice it to say, Blue is huge!
From the moment his eyes met mine, I knew I had met one of those old soul dogs whose species belies their Zen-like calm of otherworldly wisdom. He followed me around the yard, occasionally breaking away to romp with his buddies. Undoubtedly, as friendly as he was toward me, I was much more taken by him then he was by me.
Yeah, it's all about projection and you know how I miss the Chaunce-Man, but I wish I could have taken Blue home.
More Fresh Market goodness this evening. I picked up some rotisserie Bourbon Street salmon for Candy and I. Also grabbed a Cappuccino Marscapone Coffee Cake. Both were grand.
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