tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63069958880796669782024-08-30T13:22:26.439+10:00Life and times of a German Shepherd in sunny BrisbaneDollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01474325577183231867noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6306995888079666978.post-19582569269176861022009-12-24T21:00:00.002+10:002009-12-24T21:03:36.558+10:00

Down at the park there are quite a few small fluffy dogs, and to be honest I don't know whether they are a pedigree or a bitzer. Like Gary, they all look the same to me. Check this little fella out. I believe his name is 'Noodles' but if anyone can tell me what breed he is, write a comment below. Ta.

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Boy, another blisteringly hot day in sunny Brisvegas. To think, it’s going to be like this all the way until March or maybe longer. Yikes! The sub-tropical heat is all very well for you humans. You can slop around in tees and shorts but us Shepherds are stuck with our thick double layered fur coat. Anyway, guess what I’ve been doing today? Puppy-sitting! I’ve spent all day keeping an eye out

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Recently, a little miniature Dachshund has come to our park. His name is…bugger…I’ve forgotten but he’s a funny little thing. As you can see by the photo he is sort of tan and greyish with a dappled pattern. He’s only a pup so he’s full of beans and scared of no one and no dog even those three times his size, which given he’s only a couple of inches off the ground includes pretty much every&

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As a shepherd with a double fur coat I am not too good with the heat. Gary is equally as bad. In fact, both he and I wind down until we are are at sloth-like speeds. Here in Brissy, the temperatures can get pretty high in summer, often in the mid to high 30s and not uncommon for the mercury to trip over the big four-zero! You know it's getting a tad uncomfortable when peopel walk around

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At my local doggy park, there are dogs of all shapes and sizes, and many weird and wonderful breeds.  There are of course the ubiquitous Poodle, Labrador and Jack Russell, but there are also unusual breeds such as this big guy: He looks like a bear! You know what he is? Give up? Well he's a Tibetan Mastiff. I've never heard of them before. At first I thought it

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Sunday. Woo-hoo! Gary promised that we'll head to the beach today and I've been raring to go all week. Even better, my little Cocker mate, Shelley and her three human family-members, Ali, Jack and Haz, are coming too. We usually go to The Spit, which is about an hour or so away by car. So the six of us squeezed into Gary's little car, and off we went. It was Shelley's very first time

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Aaahhh...I love a massage as much as the next pooch. Gary's been learning the finer art of doing it. Check out this vid and give your best mate a soothing treat: How To Massage Your Dog on Howcast And don't forget - a big juicy bone at the end will top it of!

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Aah Saturday, my favourite day of the week. Gary's too. Well, actually, everyday is a Saturday for him these days. Typical of this time of year, the sun shone brightly so we decided on the spur to head over to check out the new bridge spanning the Brisbane River. Called the Kurilpa Bridge after the original inhabitants of the area, it's a wierd, chaotic looking thing, sort of resembling&

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Doggy poo! Hey that’s got your attention. Yes, I know, this is a controversial topic: scoop or no scoop. Clearly, if you are a responsible owner and upstanding member of the community this is a no-brainer. Of course you bend over and pick up. So what does that make Gary? He hates doing it. He reckons it’s unsavoury and beneath him. Well of course it’s beneath him! To be fair, he does pick

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In Australia possums are a common sight around suburban homes, often finding their way into roof spaces where they proceed to make themselves nice and comfy. In fact, we currently share our home with a ring-tail possum, which Gary in his infinite wisdom has named 'Peter'. He's an uninvited guest and a complete nuisance. He actually lives downstairs under our

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I am fascinated by cats! I've never been up close and personal with one yet, but everytime I see one I go nuts. It doesn't help that the next door cat often plays silly buggers with me, preening herself in full view just to get me excited. She knows I can't get at her because I'm on the other side of the fence but one day, who knows, she might get a very rude surprise. I guess I'm not the

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The other day as I was walking Gary, a passerby called out 'Hey Rex!' Naturally I took this as a compliment; after all, 'Inspector Rex' is my favourite TV show. Every Wednesday we hunker down after dinner and follow the exploits of this indomitable and savvy police dog as as he solves yet another perplexing crime on the mean streets of Vienna. As a German

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When Gary first took me to our local off-leash park, I noticed straightaway that other dog owners would view us with great suspicion. I thought 'mmm...must be the weird clobber Gary is wearing...'  but quickly realised that it was me they were concerned about. 'How could this be', I wondered. The owners would instinctively form a protective circle around their dogs, like pioneers

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Is it just me or are we seeing more and more of these so called 'designer dogs'? Down at my local dog park I've seen Cavoodles (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel x Poodle), Labradoodles (Labrador x Poodle), and just the other day, I was told there is something called a 'Jug'. Can you guess what two dogs came together to end up with this little beauty? Can't? Didn't think so. Try a Pug crossed

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Gary has been 'between jobs' for the past few months. He reckons the job market is the pits at the moment but to his credit he is still relatively upbeat most the time. Poor bugger. I see him hunched over his PC feverishly typing out applications to various jobs and refining his CV (his nose growing ever longer!) but so far to no avail. The upside to this is I get to see more of him throughout

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Over the past month or so I've made a new mate. She's a Cocker Spaniel puppy called Shelley and boy is she a little naughty dynamo. She belongs to our friends, Ali, Jack and Harry. Each time she's visited it's like a mini-cyclone making landfall, wreaking havoc and causing chaos. At last count she's chewed up the following items around the house: water buckets (2) pair garden gloves (obliterated

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I don't know everything but I am sure of one thing; that is, Basset Hounds aren't very quick on the uptake. They are sweet, lovable dogs though. A couple of years ago there was this Basset called Wilson who'd wander around our local dog park in a fog, in a world of his own. We called him the 'fun police' because whenever two or more dogs were having fun together Wilson would lumber over,

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I was reading the other day that German Shepherds are one of the smartest breeds around. No surprises there. But, get this! Apparently we aren't THE smartest. Surely that can't be right. According to something called the American Temperament Testing Society (ATTS) we're only third on the list behind wait for it...bloody poodles! Here's the list: 1. Border collie, 79.7% 2. Poodle, 76.2% 3.

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Just about every afternoon, I take Gary for a walk down to the local off-leash park. I love this ritual, and look forward to it all day. Not only do I get a good sniff around (which Gary refers to as 'reading the news'), I've also made some good doggy mates there especially with the handful of regulars: Trudy the Boxer (one crazy nutter!), Harriet the Labrador, Lucy the Cairn Terrier (Gary

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Hello! My name is Dolly. I am a 6 year old German Shepherd. I live in sunny Brisbane, which is the only state in Australia that has no daylight saving. But that's Queensland for you. Perfect one day and very odd the next! My best mate is Gary. He is also my 'master/owner', which in reality is bollocks as I am the master of my own domain. I just let him think that to bolster his self-esteem. I

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