Big dogs, little dogs
red dogs, blue dogs
yellow dogs, green dogs
black dogs and white dogs
are all at a dog party!
What a dog party!
From: Go! Dog! Go!
Written and Illustrated by P. D. Eastman
Beginner Books/Random House, 1961
I have had my share of experiences with dogs.
Like the time my sister and I left our baby brother in a doll buggy on the sidewalk when we ran home without him. My sister was afraid of dogs, so I was, too. (She has lots of dogs of her own, now. She saves rescue dogs by adopting them, taking care of their medical and emotional needs, and giving them a loving home.)
Like the time I was walking home with a boy in my first grade class. He was very afraid of dogs. I was too, (see above). But in a brave and reckless moment I locked eye to eye with that scary dog and told it firmly to go home. It did! (Magic happened-—I was not afraid of dogs anymore!)
Like the dog that lived with the family I baby-sat for. He let the littlest boy ride him around the house. Dolphie was a gentle giant of a dog. When he jumped up to say hello to me, his front paws draped over my shoulders. His slobber dribbled down my back. He didn't lick.
I have tried sharing my home with a dog. It was a bad idea, both times.
Dogs are a little like very young children. But they don’t grow up. They stay needy. They stay dependent. And their little nails click, clack on the tile floors. And they bark. And they slobber.
I don’t hate dogs. I don’t even not like them very much. I know lots of dogs and lots of dog owners. When I’m out for a walk and meet a dog and its owner, I always ask if the dog is friendly. Usually it is and I give it a nice, gentle pat. Then we all keep going. Sometimes dogs wear muzzles. I don’t talk to their owners.
This is the week of the American Kennel Club’s premier dog show in Madison Square Garden in New York City. What a dog party! Breeds are shown for their perfect hair, their perfect postures, and their perfect manners. Breeds of all kinds compete in agility events.
New breeds are introduced. You can see the program here: http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/plan-your-visit/general-info/
You can see pictures here:
http://time.com/4668293/westminster-dog-show-cats-photos/
And get lots more information here: http://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/2017/02/13/westminster-new-breeds-pumi-american-hairless-terrier-sloughi/97870454/
Did you notice the cats? This is the first time in the 141-year history of the Westminster Dog Show that cats were invited. I hope they had fun!
--stay curious!
red dogs, blue dogs
yellow dogs, green dogs
black dogs and white dogs
are all at a dog party!
What a dog party!
From: Go! Dog! Go!
Written and Illustrated by P. D. Eastman
Beginner Books/Random House, 1961
I have had my share of experiences with dogs.
Like the time my sister and I left our baby brother in a doll buggy on the sidewalk when we ran home without him. My sister was afraid of dogs, so I was, too. (She has lots of dogs of her own, now. She saves rescue dogs by adopting them, taking care of their medical and emotional needs, and giving them a loving home.)
Like the time I was walking home with a boy in my first grade class. He was very afraid of dogs. I was too, (see above). But in a brave and reckless moment I locked eye to eye with that scary dog and told it firmly to go home. It did! (Magic happened-—I was not afraid of dogs anymore!)
Like the dog that lived with the family I baby-sat for. He let the littlest boy ride him around the house. Dolphie was a gentle giant of a dog. When he jumped up to say hello to me, his front paws draped over my shoulders. His slobber dribbled down my back. He didn't lick.
I have tried sharing my home with a dog. It was a bad idea, both times.
Dogs are a little like very young children. But they don’t grow up. They stay needy. They stay dependent. And their little nails click, clack on the tile floors. And they bark. And they slobber.
I don’t hate dogs. I don’t even not like them very much. I know lots of dogs and lots of dog owners. When I’m out for a walk and meet a dog and its owner, I always ask if the dog is friendly. Usually it is and I give it a nice, gentle pat. Then we all keep going. Sometimes dogs wear muzzles. I don’t talk to their owners.
This is the week of the American Kennel Club’s premier dog show in Madison Square Garden in New York City. What a dog party! Breeds are shown for their perfect hair, their perfect postures, and their perfect manners. Breeds of all kinds compete in agility events.
New breeds are introduced. You can see the program here: http://www.westminsterkennelclub.org/plan-your-visit/general-info/
You can see pictures here:
http://time.com/4668293/westminster-dog-show-cats-photos/
And get lots more information here: http://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/2017/02/13/westminster-new-breeds-pumi-american-hairless-terrier-sloughi/97870454/
Did you notice the cats? This is the first time in the 141-year history of the Westminster Dog Show that cats were invited. I hope they had fun!
--stay curious!
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