Today’s open thread brought to you by white dogs with mad hops:
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‘White dogs can jump‘
To be fair to the dog, he had black spots, and you know if you have one ounce of black DNA then, by Cherokee Warren’s standards, you’re considered Black…
But “white dogs with black spots can jump” just doesn’t work as well in the title
I guess you’re right. If Obama had been touted as the first ‘mostly white/asian, but partly black’ president, then he might not have gone as far as he did. Hmmm…
Needs more syllables.
It’s still that way in Louisiana. We have a friend who’s 1/8 black (octoroon) and her husband is 100% white. Their first son was born in La. and he is “black” on his birth certificate. The 2nd son was born in CO and his says “white.” They’re all as white as I am but the goofy La. law says differently.
Was this filmed in Calaveras County?
If so this could be the celibrated jumping frog dog Mark Twain wrote about.
If he’s a girl, I’d name him Hedda Hopper. I know what O’ would name him. It rhymes with brunch.
‘I know what O’ would name him. It rhymes with brunch.‘ – Rs
I was thinking the same thing. I thought, as Obama watched this video (and we all know Barry watches TRS- he can’t help it), he thought, ‘Mmmm, that looks tasty’.
What a good doggie. I wonder how many springs they’ve got hidden under that rug? 😉
My old black lab back home used to be able to jump pretty high too.
My dog Link would be up to that trick-he is beagle/springer spaniel and has a lot of “spring” when he jumps. Now, if that were a sausage hanging up there, it would have been one “spring” and off with the sausage. Really cute video, Scoop!
Seeings how this is an open thread –
This is an interesting article on potential Romney VP choices:
What’s everyone’s opinion on the selection. Will it be Rubio (who seems the likely choice to me, bringing the Latino vote and Florida)? Will West get selected (a personal favorite of mine, but I’m not sure Romney wants that strong a VP)? Or will Romney go vanilla and pick someone like Portman or Daniels (both compliment Romney’s character)?
I’m curious as to the sentiment here.
I’m betting on vanilla ~
I really don’t know. I am still waiting to find out. If Romney wants to maximize the number of conservative votes, he’d best pick someone who has a strong record of being pro-life and pro-marriage.
I seriously doubt either West or Romney would agree to him on the ticket. They are way too far apart on ideals.
Must have been a conservative dog going after an Occupy Wall Street protester doll. Go get him, boy!
Cute. Here’s such a sad story I came across.
Grieving pit bull stays with dead mate for 14 HOURS… and four days later, he’s still so sad he can’t be adopted
By EMILY ANNE EPSTEIN
PUBLISHED: 15:44 EST, 22 May 2012 | UPDATED: 15:50 EST, 22 May 2012
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2148363/Grieving-pit-bull-stays-dead-mate-14-HOURS–days-later-hes-sad-adopted.html#ixzz1voWIrr6s
I saw that yesterday 🙁 He’s a pretty boy, hopefully they can find a good home for him. Pit’s don’t get adopted too often, but hopefully this will have a happy ending.
LOL – that’s too funny. My daughter’s little pup can jump pretty far off the ground, but no where near that high! My dog is much too lazy to jump 🙂 We are adding a new pup to our house in June, I have a feeling that will perk him up a bit. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to run around after a little one! I can’t wait! 🙂
Open threads are great! 🙂
What a sprited and fit little doggy!
Here’s a quick story regarding dogs that happened to me yesterday.
I was in my home office and my dogs (Snowy (An American Eskimo) and Kees (A keeshund) were out on my elevated deck. I heard this shouting.. I looked out.. Saw a guy in a truck, but I thought he was shouting to my neighbor because they are getting some work done outside and figured he was calling a worker. Then, a little later, I heard whistling and more shouting and I realized that someone must be looking for a lost dog. I went outside and looked around… But saw nothing. Then I was back in my office working when my two dogs started barking with great intent. I walked to the deck and saw this dog in my yard. I immediately ran down stairs and out to try and call him over. But he (turns out to be a she) was so scared… I had to back in side and get a doggy treat and when I offered that she came over… I managed to catch her by the collar. I think she was a Boston Terrier, but I’m not sure. What she was was very very wet (It had been raining for hours) and was crying and whimpering. I got a phone number from her collar and called. I got the wife and told her I was calling about her dog. She seemed very relived and told me her husband had been searching for her for hours. I found out she was just 10 houses away up the street (our houses are far apart, that might be a mile or more).. So I started walking towards the house with the dog in my arms and I hadn’t gone far when I saw the obvious husband coming toward me waving his arms and showing obvious joy at being reunited with his dog. I returned home, gave my own dogs a rub and some treats and went back to my home office. There was no mention of a reward, I didn’t ask and it wasn’t offered. If it was, I would have refused it. I didn’t secure the dog with a reward in mind, I just saw a sad, wet, crying dog and I did what I could to help him get home to his people. I have lost dogs before and know how heart wrenching it is to be in that position. I felt good for doing my bit to help that little doggy… Bless her.
If you didn’t like this story, blame RS for making this an “open thread” 🙂
You get the Doggy Gold Star of the day. Hoorah!!!
Ok, here’s my dog story. We had one of those utility sheds out back where we store a lawn mower, deck furniture, etc. My hubby was working in the yard and left the doors open. He went to put some stuff away and closed the doors. Afterward, we couldn’t find the dog. These were the days before electrified fencing became popular. We searched all over the neighborhood, on foot and by car, no sign of Kelly. No doggy in the morning either. Hubby went to the shed to get a rake or something the next day…………and out pops our girl. Wet kisses all around! Oh happy day.
The tail wag when he got the stuffed toy was great.
That’s a good puppy 🙂