Dirt Road Ramblings

Random musings of an aging kid-at-heart who marvels at life's wonders around her

Six Labs

L to R: Kenya, Elsie, Tuc, Ridge, Pinot, Chessie

Long time LabTails readers know that DH and I love Labrador retrievers. Over our 37 years of wedded bliss, we’ve enjoyed the faithful companionship of nine Labs: Stoney (black), Strider (yellow), Baxter (black), Ridge (fox red yellow), Elsie (cream yellow), Kenya (black), Pinot (fox red yellow), Tuc (black), and Chessie (chocolate). The last six Labs from that list are pictured here. And with the exception of Ridge, who came to us as a four-year-old, all of our Labs joined our family as either seven-or-eight-week-old pups or as fresh-from-their-mommas’-wombs neophytes dropped during whelping into our waiting gloved hands.

We love Labs.

How in the world did we end up with Merlin, the non-Lab, then?

 

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In the early 1900s, when most transportation was of the four-legged variety, the small city of Carbondale, Pennsylvania, boasted a lovely city drinking fountain in its town square that quenched the thirst of humans, horses, and canines alike.

The post card below depicts that fountain in its prime, before up-and-coming horseless carriages, those miracles of modern technology, made horse-watering fountains unnecessary in a town square.

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At its prime, the city of Carbondale’s town square fountain (early 1900s). People and horses found refreshment in the fountain’s upper bowl; dogs and other smaller animals drank from the lower bowl at the base of the pedestal.

 

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When I made my return to blogging a few weeks ago, I mentioned that “Joanie Tales” was my new blog’s default title only because I couldn’t think of anything better. I also needed something I could come up with quickly before I lost my courage to start blogging again.

“Joanie Tales” seemed like a fitting spin-off from “LabTails” (my blog from years ago for which I was known best), a name that could be easily remembered by those who know me, and one that suited my wear-my-hair-back-in-a-ponytail style.

It worked as a starter name. But only as a starter name.

I don’t, however, think “Joanie Tales” fits. It isn’t accurate.

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Okay, so the proposed Friday Funny feature turned out to be more than I could handle.  Ack!

What can I say? I’m a wimp.

Here’s the thing: I may find funny things about which to write nearly every day, and I can find them just about anywhere, but what I think is funny may not be what you think is funny. Humor is quirky that way. Last week’s happy idea of The Friday Funny morphed, in my mind, into a writer-blocking, ear-chirping Godzilla chanting, the Friday Funny must be rib-tickling, knee-slapping, guffaw-inducing, make-’em-laugh-’til-they-snort hilarious, or you’re done. My anxiety whispered that whatever I wrote had to be stand-up-comedian funny. Johnny Carson funny.  Mrs. Maizel funny.  Or I’d fail.

No pressure, eh?  So…

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It’s our first Wigglebutt Wednesday at Joanie Tales. Yay!

It seems appropriate that our first Wigglebutt Wednesday happens to fall on the day before Valentine’s Day and the day after the 2019 Westminster Dog Show.

[Sidenote: I’ll spare you how disappointed I am that a Wire Fox Terrier took Best in Show yet again, for the 15th time, when a bouviers des Flandres, a Havanese, and a longhaired Dachshund (breeds that have *never* won Best In Show at Westminster) were in the running. I was personally rooting for Bean, the Sussex Spaniel (his breed has taken Best in Show one time before, I believe, in 2009), but I would have been thrilled for a historic win by a different breed than had ever taken the Westminster crown before.  Anything but another Terrier. Geesh. Oh well. C’est la vie.]

Anyhoo, today’s post falls between our culture’s celebration of canines and its celebration of love. How fitting.

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