Harry Potter Fandom Dog Love

I've only just come across this community, and it seems such a nice idea that it's a pity not much is happening on it, so I'll do my bit

(Actually, I have said that I will spend today rewriting a chapter of my historical novel that is causing me a lot of trouble. So any excuse to do something else is a good excuse. Anyway, I love my dog)

I can't at the moment put his picture in, but Llew is an elderly Jack Russell, of the long-bodied type with red markings. He is about 17 1/2, and getting a bit slow, but as intelligent as he ever has been, which is too much for peace of mind. Consider this: I bought an Easter egg for him to steal so that he would leave mine alone. One night a couple of months ago he was really sick all over the place; I was concerned and sympathetic - until next morning, when I discovered that he had got down from the shelf a 100 g block of Green & Black's Maya Gold organic dark chocolate. That day I was concerned but not sympathetic. At that time, my reaction to comments like "chocolate is dangerous for dogs' health" tended towards "Too right it is if I catch the little bastard at it again." So he gets doggie chocs in an attempt to distract them but he would still prefer Maya Gold.

He rather likes coming camping with me in the camper van. He curls up in the front with his harness on and when the van stops he's in a new place, usually with lots of grass and trees, and nearly always with new people to make a fuss of him. Tethering him is a pain because he has a real genious for macrame and cat's cradles, and half the time I have to unfasten his lead and refasten it after disentangling it.

He has now got used to being an only dog; he was 13 when his father died, and his father had kept him very firmly under his paw. Afterwards Llew tried for the leader of the pack role, which I had to explain in pidgin dog was a position that was already taken. He initially tried standing in the middle of the kitchen shouting "Go and get my food, woman!" which got him exactly nowhere. He then switched to cute, and I'm a sucker for cute: he taps dolefully on his dish when it's empty and he thinks it shouldn't be. This can lead to dialogues of the "what part of "more do you not understand?""what bit of "no" do you not understand?" type, but it is still more effective. It can also be useful on long journeys; if he gets thirsty he has been known to tap on a water bottle.

Okay, over to the rest of you... if any!

ETA: Looks like I can put some piccies in. Here goes...

Greetings, HP dog lovers. This community hasn't seen any action in a very long time. I had forgotten about this group until tonight when I was cleaning up my communities list.

Back in June, we adopted a mutt who was a stray. The friend who found him couldn't keep him, so she asked us if we would be interested. He was still a puppy and seemed to be pretty well behaved. He went running in the woods with my husband, and after a trial that lasted one weekend, we were all in love with the little fella.

He's part Golden retriever, part something that made him smaller than a typical Golden. He has reddish-brown fur, which is what inspired his name.

( We named him Fred...Collapse )

/spam. So what do y'all's poochies look like?

I was half-awake this morning when I heard an odd noise -- *crinklerustle*THUMP... *crinklerustlecrinkle*THUMP... and this was repeated several times while I was trying to figure out what the blazes it was. Finally, I got up in case something had broken (no worries about Charley, I'm too far east, even for South Florida).

I found D'Argo... and my Golden Delicious apple... and the bag it came in, all right by my bedroom door. The *crinklerustle* was the plastic bag the untouched (but undoubtedly bruised!) apple was still in, and the THUMP was D'Argo pouncing on the bag!

And look, there's my carrots -- oh, carrots are boring and the bag doesn't crinkle when it's ripped open, that gets abandoned. And my nectarine, must have rolled over there.... This is what happens when one leaves one's improvised lunchbag within boxer-reach! He got bored while I was being inconsiderately dull and unconscious and found a way to amuse himself. Must maintain standards, though. I told him he was a bad boy even though I was snickering and the little metronome-stub slowed down. He ran around in front of me after I put the food away, came to a sit-at-attention, I bapped him on the nose. He didn't look too severely chastised...

crossposted to sff_corgi, boxer_world and hp_canine

Medeni was not only the inspiration for my webname, but for Alex's pseudo-animaga form in Canis Mutatem and even for my RPG character's name at Dogstar Academy.

She has her own 'gallery' of a sort at http://www.SFF.net/people/Corgi/Medeni.htm. She was never much for costumes and such, though.

After she died, I was lucky enough to have D'Argo fall in my lap. He's in Canis Mutatem too, and is even illustrated therein! His photos are at http://www.SFF.net/people/Corgi/D'Argo.htm. He is, unarguably, the Cutest White Boxer in Miami. Awright, adult boxer, boxer puppies are too cute for words. *grin*