No sign of spring yet, other than winter has loosened its grip on us. It has been a
lethargic winter for me, where I spent too much time inside. It’s time to play outside.
It’s time to start the hikes again. Yesterday it was warm enough for Fergie so we
took him out for a half mile, then we did 3 miles ourselves… and then took Fergie out for
another 1/2 miler when we got home. I hate to say it but… we felt it. Ferg didn’t; he was
a homicidal ripper as usual… but Hannah and I were happy to take a load off after 4 miles.
We’ll go again today and by the time summer hits we’ll hopefully be ramped back up to
respectable distances. I’d take Ferg on the longer walks because I know he can do them,
it’s just that he’s a short haired beaner dawg and he’d freeze up.
I’m seriously considering winter wear for him but he’s still gonna have
too much exposed skin for long range dawg patrols. I’m also beginning to
wonder about his genetics. His father is a purebred chihuahua. His mom is
a chihuahua/yorkie/alley cat cross… but he looks just like the fella in the
pic above.
I get beaten up and egged by official dawg aficionados because of my heretical
views on genetics. I say Ferg is a purebred dawg. Consider: all the “right” genes
manifested - he looks exactly like the pup in the pic. All the ‘wrong’ genes were recessive.
Ol’ Mort was the same…he was an unpapered Pyrenees.
Such things only matter to breeders… and who cares what they think? Bah! That
stuff is for frumpy old women to fret and obsess over. My dawgs are champions. And -
we’ll be watching ALL the senior delinquents VERY closely. Mind yer P’s and Q’s today…
or else!
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