NOR CAL Tripawds Party

We attended our third NOR CAL Tripawds party on Saturday January 9, 2010, at the Mill Valley Dog Park in CA.  For the second month in a row we had seven tripawds playing at the park.  While not a very warm day we still enjoyed each others company and celebrated birthdays, ampuversaries, and meeting new friends.  We got to meet Max (and Linda) who were up with their pack from SO CAL, and Montana, who is in NOR CAL but we had not met before.   We also got to meet Bob and Emily who recently had to say goodbye to Angel Cherry.  It was so great to meet them in person, and hopefully we provided some amount of relief for them, if only for the afternoon.

I think I have heard everyone say at one time or another that this meet up is one of the highlights of the month- that is definitely true for me.

I am still working on my video skills.  One thing you will notice is that I cut off almost every one’s head, unless they were sitting or kneeling.  As I said earlier- when you have pugs you learn to aim low!!

Oh well, this is about our tripawds anyway.

Maggie and the Wabbit

When I first got Maggie we lived in a small house that had a couple of acres of open space behind us inhabited by all kinds of creatures including quail, cottontail rabbits, squirrels, foxes, and feral cats.  The rabbits lived in a bush pile near the back fence.  Maggie liked to chase the rabbits although she usually couldn’t see them if they were more than 20 yards away and sitting still.  I would say “rabbit” and Mag would just start running toward the brush pile.  Eventually the rabbit or rabbits would take off running and Mag would catch site of them and give chase.  I don’t think she ever got closer than about 10 yards from one.  She would lose interest pretty fast and find something else to sniff.

Now that she is nearing 11 years old her interest in chasing things has diminished a bit, but she still has that hunter instinct.   That is what remains of the instinct after  1000 years of breeding pugs as lap dogs.  We have a wabbit that is almost as big as her that she likes to put in its place once in awhile.  It is not clear to me why it sounds like a duck when you squeeze it, but Mag doesn’t care because she doesn’t hear that well anyway.

With apologies to Spirit Yoda here is Mag’s version of a Wabbit hunt: