Dead Duck

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I am the great “Black Hunter.”  I prowl the jungle in search of unsuspecting prey.  I smell the prey, stalk the prey, and then pounce upon it with all my might.  I struggle in a death match, knowing that only one will survive.

Who will it be?

Will I win or Lose?

It’s the survival of the fittest at its best!

Ultimately, with my keen skills, I prevail.  The prey succumbs to my prowess.

Now, it is time to relax and enjoy the spoils of victory!

Thanks for the Christmas duck!!

The Christmas Duck is Dead

Christmas Photo Doggy Style

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Christmas Doggystyle

Please allow me to woof you a Merry Christmas!!

–Love,

Josey

We did not need a dog

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Daddy read me this story and I teared up.  I think my tail actually stopped wagging for a moment.

We did not need a dog. We’re retirees, and we’d just driven from Massachusetts to our new home in Venice, Florida. We’d wrapped some cherished family heirlooms in old blankets, and had pulled them down behind us in a little U-Haul trailer.

When we were done unpacking, we headed down to Suncoast Humane Society in nearby Englewood, just to drop off the old blankets. We were not going into the shelter. We did not need a dog. Our beloved chocolate Lab had died a year ago, but right now, we did not need a dog.

But somehow we didn’t leave. We went into the shelter — just to look around. We passed big dogs, small dogs, old dogs, puppies. They were well cared for, but a shelter’s a shelter, a cage is a cage. And a cage is not a home. They were all barking — except one.

That one was a big dog, very tall and sitting silently, perfectly still. The sign said his name was Major, age two. He was black, with a magnificent bushy tail and a tan mask framing gentle brown eyes. “I like you,” Major’s eyes pleaded. “Please, please take me home with you!”

Then he stood up, picked up his only possession, a rubber porcupine, and offered it to me through the bars of his cage. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and the rest is history.

No, we didn’t need a dog — but we needed this dog. Major’s a Shepherd –Lab, or maybe Shepherd -Lab- Husky. (Maybe “Shlab?” maybe “Shlusky?”) He’s eight now, his beautiful face turning gray. He’s amazingly smart, loyal and funny — and brings us Major joy every single day. And whenever we come home, he greets us at the door — offering us his favorite toy.

Nicole Anninger
Venice, FL
for Suncoast Humane Society, of Englewood, FL

My name is Josey and how I got it

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jake

It appears that my Daddy likes to name his dogs with a name that begins with the letter J.

My adopted brother’s name is JAKE.  That’s him in the picture.  He’s a Labrador Retriever too.

Before Jake was JODY (a chocalate Lab).

Before Jody was JERRY (the crazy one).

there was J.J. (one of the best dogs that ever lived)

and JENNY (sweet Jenny) …. You get the idea.

Stay tuned and you’ll learn more about me, my adventures, and my thoughts.

Watch for Josey

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josey

Hi,

I’m Josey, Daddy’s black Labrador Retriever.  Welcome to my brand new blog where you’ll learn more about me and my life.  You’ll learn some things about my Daddy too (I prefer not to call him Master….you’ll see).

Stay tuned to learn about my life, my adventures, and my thoughts!

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