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Only when we really wear him out! He's generally crazy or sleepy.Looks like Lenny could give a master class and how to chill out.
Joshu (RIP) was a rescue dog, 100 lb pit/lab mix (presumably) who was smart, funny, strong as heck, and fearless. We had a big earthquake in SoCal, what woke me was the combination of the shaking and him barking fiercely at the ground.garp said: ↑
That's wonderful. I miss my ol' hound's howling along to fire, ambulance and police sirens as they sped down the road by the house. However, I don't miss the local coyote pack's howling in the backyard at 2 a.m. Talk about a blood-curdling sound – it's definitely not a "listen to how cute we are" cacophony but more of a "this is merely to let you know that we are hungry, have very sharp teeth, and we outnumber you by a 10:1 ratio" kind of statement. I'm sure they'll be back soon as the weather gets warmer.
Joshu (RIP) was a rescue dog, 100 lb pit/lab mix (presumably) who was smart, funny, strong as heck, and fearless. We had a big earthquake in SoCal, what woke me was the combination of the shaking and him barking fiercely at the ground.
A coyote-and-Joshu story:
We went camping in Joshua Tree National Park. At night coyotes all around the campsite (not close by) started howling, and many of the human campers, and some of the dogs, started howling along.
Not Joshu. He stood, hackles raised, growling a deep, guttural growl, a growl that said "wild things, I am not one of you, and I will protect My family from you and your kind, no matter what."
It was profound, primal, and beautiful.
I have been blessed to have many exceptional dogs in my life, and Joshu was the King of Dogs. (Also the Duke of Earl -<musical interlude> "Nothing can stop the Duke of Earl")
I'll see you on the other side, old friend.
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Count me in the Loki fan club, brother.Joshu was really a beautiful specimen, big boned like a Lab with the extra muscle of a Pit, and what a nice shiny coat.
He looks exactly like all the things you described, he also looks like he could kill a coyote in two shakes.
Loki hates coyotes as well, he used to go nuts when he would see them pass by on the other side of our backyard fence.
Growling deep and scary and barking huge, then sticks his head through the fence (big open pig fence) snarling and baring his teeth.
We lived west of Austin for 21 years and the coyote population behind our house was an every day and every night thing.
Two years ago we moved east of Austin and further out and just don't see the coyotes here, I know they're here, we just don't see them.
We do have a bobcat that ends up on trail cams about once a week though.
When Loki encounters a coyote while hiking local parks he does his best to catch them but they are fast enough to get away.
On a jeep trail we were hiking five or six years ago, there was a group of three coyotes up ahead and Loki went tearing after them, two ran left into the woods and one went right, after three or four seconds the one who went right came across the jeep trail into the woods on the left and behind Loki.
I thought he was in trouble but heard no noises to confirm a fight, when he got back panting with a big smiley face I was very much relieved.
We make jokes that he's telling them they are not on our team and to get away from the humans.
When Joshu and I lived in Venice CA, the neighborhood had a lot of big, rough dogs who weren't always in their yards. The mailman for the the neighborhood brought lots of dog treats and so was popular rather than mangled, and would walk up and down the street with a parade of big rough dogs following him happily.Winnie's favorite part of the day is when her friend, the mailman, visits – and she knows to wait patiently until he drops off the mail.
We have a feral cat that lives by our airplane hanger. My wife started to feed the cat and now, after a year or so, the the cat finally has enough trust to allow my wife to give loving pets.Cross posting from the cat thread.
Last summer we adopted 3 feral kittens - way too skittish to be indoor cats, they were part of a "barn cat" program. Adopt them, give them a safe dry shelter and feed them, let them live outside. Up here in the forest rats are a huge problem, so it works out well for us as well as them - they are doing a great job keeping the rodents down, have a safe place and regular good meals (plus whatever they hunt).
For the first month we didn't see them at all unless we put their food down and then walked far away and watched from a relatively hidden place. We called them "the Invisible Kittens". For the record, they are all named after bass players - Esperanza, Suzy, and Percy.
Over time they have come to trust more and will even allow some physical contact. They're doing great.
Otto has amazing manners with "his" animals. With the kittens he was always slow-moving, never chased or even approached them, simply made himself a non-threat. Gradually they came to check him out, and to trust him, and now to really enjoy his company.
Percy (front) and Suzy (rear) giving him snuggles.
Otto loves his kittens.
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