There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss the hell out of this guy:
It’s Jimmy, our German Shepherd. I was fooling around at my desk this weekend and made this collage from a photo I took when he was a puppy. His ears took an abnormally long time to stand up straight, and for what seemed like an eternity he looked like a giant rabbit hopping around. He lived to be 11-years-old, and when he was at his peak he weighed just under 150lbs. But in this photo he’s still a big rabbit.
Awww…he looks so sweet! I love this collage.
Great collage. He is adorable! Dogs are the best ever. If I didn’t live in an apartment, I would have one in a heartbeat. I like cats and I am considering getting one but dogs are a lot more fun. The bigger, the better π I love dogs.
Except for Cocker Spaniels. I never got over being attacked by the evil Buttons.
@ MBMQ – Thank you. He was a sweetie.
@ Lucky – Yes, Cocker Spaniels are devil spawn. We had one when I was a kid and he bit me repeatedly. They’ve got some genetic problems, I’m afraid.
I was five. I knelt down to pet him and he bit my face…all the way through my lip to be exact. I still have a tiny scar. The most horrible thing? I put my hands over my mouth when it happened…so my memory is looking in the mirror, crying with blood soaked hands. I’m talking horror movie blood. It was running down my arms, all over my face.
Not a fan.
And I never played at that little girl’s house again.
@ Lucky – Oh my God, how awful for you! In our house, our Cocker bit me all the time and nobody did anything about it. But then he apparently went for my father’s throat (at least, that’s what my dad claimed) while Dad was cleaning out a horse stall … so my father SHOT HIM. I was watching Saturday morning cartoons when my father came running in the house looking PISSED. And my father never got pissed off about anything. Then Dad ran back outside and the next thing I heard was a gunshot. I asked my mother what the hell that noise was, and she said, “Oh, Laddie went for Dad’s throat, so he killed him.” π
Oh.
My.
GAWD!
I’m having Old Yeller flashbacks!
@ Lucky – Well, I didn’t even cry about it. We had three other dogs at the time and I think even they thought Laddie was insane.
LMAO. It’s bad when the other dogs can see the insanity.
One of our officers worked at a vet’s office for a little while. I told her my story and she also thinks something wrong with them. She hated dealing with them.
We were at my girlfriends good side (to quote Loudon Wainwright III, ‘each and every one a gem’) for Easter when one of them saw our cattoo’s. They couldn’t believe we’d not only put up with such a thing we’d actually laugh about it.
No matter how they do it, animals get under our skins.
I also had to laugh at the tennis ball. I have one next to my keyboard right now and don’t even have a dog in the office.
@ Lucky – I agree. π
@ Bound and Gags – It’s true, I put up with stuff from my dogs that I’d never put up with from a person. The tennis ball — Jimmy was obsessed with it. I like to think that now Jimmy is forcing Jesus to throw that slimy disgusting tennis ball for him over and over and over and over …
You really have a way with the collages Wendy! I love your color choices and mixture of media. As for Jimmy, well, I’m glad he had a good life with you. Less empathic owners would have had him committed to the doggy nuthouse.