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MLLE RENEE … Portrait Of A Happy Dog

 

Renee is a very happy puppy!    As seen with her wacky ducky!DSC02057

And getting ready for an afternoon nap.  She’s partial to soft, fluffy blankets.DSC02059

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MLLE. RENEE GETS A SURPRISE!

{GOOD GRIEF! }  

{SOMEBODY DUMPED WHITE STUFF ALL OVER MY YARD!}

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{IT’S NOT ONLY COLD, IT’S ALSO WET.}

{I WAS PLANNING TO STAYING OUTSIDE AND RUN AROUND JUST TO ANNOY THE OLD GUY,}

{BUT THIS IS UNCOMFORTABLE!}

{OH, OH, SOMEBODY JUST WENT UP ON THE FRONT PORCH …}

{WITH A PACKAGE IN HIS HANDS … }

{I’LL BET SOMEONE SENT ME SOMETHING!}

{NOW I BETTER KNOCK ON THE DOOR SO ROB LET’S ME IN TO SEE.}

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{SHEE … IT WAS JUST THE YELLOW PAGE MAN… }

{AND ALL I GOT WAS THE PLASTIC BAG … }

{AND NOW ROB IS COMPLAINING ABOUT ME MAKING A MESS ON THE FLOOR!}

{SURE, NOW I DON’T GET ANY DOGGIE SNAPS!}

{I DON’T SEE HIM NOT EATING COOKIES, WHEN HE SHOUTS “F.U. RACHEL!!!” ON THE TELEPHONE AND SLAMS THE RECEIVER DOWN ALL THE TIME.}

{WHAT’S GOOD FOR THE GOOF, APPARENTLY ISN’T GOOD FOR THE FOURPAW.}

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{I GUESS THAT’S JUST A DOG’S LIFE.}

MLLE. RENEE … MUTT OR WHAT?

Back when I adopted Mlle. Renee on Valentine’s Day in 2009 she was nine months old and simply known as Sally. Probably short for Sally From The Alley; since she had been rescued from the streets of Saint Louis by the Humane Society when she was five months old. She was in pretty bad shape when they picked her up with a tiny rope puppy collar that had become embedded and infected in her neck. They surgically removed the collar and nursed her back to health and decided that genetically she was probably a shepherd mix which are HSMO code words for Heinz 57. She was but up for adoption on Valentine’s Day, and I was one of the three families they interviewed to become her Forever Paw Partner.

And they decided we would make a good pair.

Unfortunately since I have a good friend named Sally, a name change was in order. After two weeks and 75 potential names, she decided to answer to Renee … as long as it is not pronounced Renae.  (Though she still perks up her ears should I slip and call her Sally.)

However her parentage is always in question. She knows she’s an attractive dog, and when we go for a walk people always stop to ask what breed she is. I always reply … a shepherd mix. To which they reply … she doesn’t look like a shepherd. What am I supposed to say … A MUTT? My brother says she looks like a pit bull. Her first vet said she was a terrier mix. (She didn’t like that vet.) And when we went in for vaccination updates this summer she was happy to discover the old vet had been replaced by a nice new young lady vet.

Last week we had to returned to vet to check on a rash that was causing her to scratch her ears. (It was some form of fungus infection that was wiped out with jock itch creme.) During the examination the vet said, “You know, she really doesn’t look like a shepherd mix.”  OK, what does she look like? And the nice lady vet replied, “She looks like she’s got ridgeback hound in her.” She then pointed out how the hair down the center of her back grew in a different pattern (like a ridge) than the rest of her coat. I could see it, but I sure was dubious.

Then last Thursday, I was watching the Kennel Club Dog Show after the Thanksgiving Parade. When they got to the hound category, this dog walked out that looked just like Renee.  (Although much sleeker and trimmer.) The dog was a ridgeback hound. Later in the afternoon I googled ridgeback hound images. This is what I found.

  

Compare them to Mlle. Renee’s photos ….

  

Note the ridge hair pattern down the center of Renee’s back.

Also the white blaze on the chest and the white toes are quite common markings on the ridgeback breed. The breed also has a tendency to put on extra weight.

So maybe Mlle. Renee doesn’t have to be a mutt anymore. When asked, I can say she’s part ridgeback. It would probably be more believable than saying she’s part shepherd. We also will have to start counting calories. Because I’m too old to start jogging, which in the ridgeback’s favorite pastime and exercise.

WALKING WITH MLLE. RENEE

My four-footed companion Mademoiselle Renee isn’t really a very demanding person, except when it comes to going for a walk. I’ll admit I did get a little lax this summer when the unbearable temps had me hugging the AC. But her getting her walking-leash from the rocking chair and dropping it on my lap might have been a little out of character.

So where do we go, and what do we see when we walk … well, come along on yesterday’s jaunt and I’ll let her tell you about it.

Finally, he realized that it was time to go for a walk.

Then I had to wait for him to put some outside clothes on.

And I only had to run to and from the front door about five times.

Then it was outside.  I always go down the steps slowly, because he’s getting a little old.

First we walked up a block, and then down a block and passed my friend’s yard. She’s a yellow retriever and likes to sleep a lot, so she doesn’t always run along the fence with me. I like when she runs with me. She wasn’t out today, so we went up the alley and took a shortcut through the Baptist Church parking lot and started up the hill.

Bob saw something on an old porch and had to stop and take a picture … again.

He called it “WHEN YESTERDAY MEETS TODAY” but it was really some toys a kid left on the porch. I’d like to take that red one home with me … and un-stuff it!

Down on the corner we got to go through one of my favorite little parks. A lot of little critters play in this park, and sometimes I get to track where they walked.  That tree in the middle is gi-normous. Bob says that because it’s over a hundred years old and it’s almost 12-feet around. I walked around it and it was more than 12 of my feet.

Once we get through the park we have to cross the BIG street … boy, I really have to run fast to get across it because some cars don’t want to stop for four footers.

One we get on the sidewalk, I can start exploring again. I even found a peanut …   … but somebody had already eaten the good part.

At the end of the sidewalk there’s a big park where someone knocked down all the houses and ripped up the streets … and stacked them all in a pile.  Bob says they’re going to build a lot of stores there and even a White Castle, if someone ever gives them the money to build them.

I wonder why the King doesn’t have the money to build his castle?    Anyway, right now it is a good place for me to explore.

Bob calls it our local prairie. I don’t know what that is, but I do know a lot of critters visit there. There’s also a lot of flowers …

   , but some just make me sneeze!

I also found this shoe that someone lost.  

Now how does a two-footer get home with only one shoe? Well, we finally got down to the corner where I saw this sign.

Bob says we can’t cross the street until we see this walking man.   I wonder why he doesn’t have a dog  to walk with him?

And that was our Wednesday walk with Mlle. Renee. She now wants to head out to see what we’ll see today.