Frodad's World
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Written by Tom Kennedy (Frodad)
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Jul 21, 2008 at 12:00 AM |
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A couple of weeks ago I took Frodo over to the County fairgrounds. They were having a Pet Expo there and we were to represent E.S.R.A.-English Springer Rescue America. It's pretty simple. You set up a card table and display in your designated area. The idea is to make people aware that there are English Springer Spaniels that desperately need homes.
Of course it helps if you have a couple attractive, well-mannered Springers. I looked down at Frodo, trotting along at my side. There's one, I thought proudly. We were to meet the other volunteer with her Springer. The crowd parted, and I saw her standing by the Rescue display with her dog. And Frodo froze in his tracks. He stood, staring at the other Springer. His hackles rose. His lip curled. What was this other dog who had aroused Frodo's ire? A trained attack dog? A rabid killer?
Oh no. Far worse. The other Springer, wagging his tail merrily next to his owner, was Frodo's worst nightmare. The Cutest Dog in the World...LEVI THE LOVE SPONGE!!!
Frodo sniffed Levi warily. Imagine Seinfeld greeting Newman. Princess Leia greeting Darth Vader. |
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Last Updated ( Jul 21, 2008 at 06:39 AM )
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Written by Tom Kennedy (Frodad)
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Apr 23, 2008 at 12:00 AM |
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Debbie (my much better half) has been working up in Chicago a lot lately. This necessitates me taking the kids to visit her in the cramped motel they put her in. Travelling with our three dogs is always interesting. The two girls, Cleo and Heidi, are Leonbergers. For those of you who have not met them, Leos are rather large. I call them "Buicks with fur." I call Frodo, the Springer, my "Space-saver spare." Nothing bothers Cleo. You could walk her through a fire-fight in Tikrit and she'd stop to sniff the Insurgents' pockets for treats ("Go AWAY, Infidel Dog! We gave you ALL our cookies yesterday! Shoo!"). Heidi and Frodo are scared." Scared of what?" you might ask. Whaddya got? They're scared of it, I guarantee it. They're scared of being scared. And if one becomes scared, it somehow gets transmitted to the other, and now they're BOTH scared. If Frodo gets nervous, it's not too awful. He's strong, but he's only forty pounds. Heidi weighs one-fifty. Did I mention that Leonbergers were used to pull milk carts over in the Old Country? |
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Last Updated ( Apr 23, 2008 at 03:05 PM )
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Written by Tom Kennedy (Frodad)
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Mar 20, 2008 at 12:00 AM |
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As with most International Incidents, this one started most inauspiciously. I had pulled the car into our attached garage and had begun to unload the groceries. I was fooled, of course, by the seemingly warm greetings from my three "loyal" dogs. Heidi, the blonde bimbo, gave her usual "Hi Dad." butt wiggle. Cleo, the larger Leonberger, jumped up, just like she's NOT supposed to. And Frodo, the resident Springer, did the patented "Frodo-Dance". So, as I trekked in and out of the garage with cartons of eggs, wax beans and Velveeta, I noted no unrest. It was somewhere between the frozen pizzas and the cheese-in-a-can that I noticed something. It was quiet. Too quiet. I called out; Heidi! Cleo! Frodo! |
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Last Updated ( Mar 25, 2008 at 07:48 AM )
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Contributed by Tom Kennedy (Frodad)
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Mar 02, 2006 at 12:00 AM |
I was hangin’ out, checking out Cleo’s food bowl yesterday, when the folks announced that they were goin’ to the Big Dog Show. They give us the old, “ Now, You be good dogs and we’ll be right back.” Speech. As the door closes, I’m thinking, ” Hey…If it’s a DOG show…shouldn’t a DOG be able to go?” Lucky for me…I’ve ALWAYS got a Plan “B”. I grab a bag of fresh-sheared wool that I scammed at Sheep Camp and head down the block to visit my people friend, Tempestt. She drives a tour bus, and likes to knit wooly things for her Grand-nieces in her down time. Temp is warming up her bus. She sees me and smiles..
“ Hey Frodo, Baby...How they hangin’?”
“ Tempestt, doll, they ain’t hangin’ no mo’…and that’s been a problem.” I say. She laughs, and looks at the bag of wool.
“ Thas’ some NICE sheepskin, baby…What ‘choo need?” I Grin.
“ Just a little ride, Temp….To the Dog Show!”
“ Well, You in luck, Frodo-Baby…I’m pickin’ up a load of Dentists at their convention right across the street!”
“Let’s ROLL, Temp! I got Shotgun!” She laughs a golden laugh. We cruise down Lake shore Drive, watching the waves tumble into the sand. Fifteen minutes later, the brakes hiss…and Tempestt announces in her Tour Guide voice:
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Last Updated ( Feb 13, 2007 at 09:18 AM )
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Contributed by Tom Kennedy (Frodad)
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Nov 29, 2005 at 05:41 PM |
This time last year, I lost my friend; Tango. I met her when she was already an old girl. I had the privilege to watch her last time herding sheep at age sixteen. To watch her work the sheep was as to watch Da Vinci paint. Even when she was officially retired, she would “Coach” her fellow Border Collies from outside the sheep pen, running back and forth along the fence line until she was immobilized by pain. When our herding class would pause for lunch, we would sneak her French fries, her favorite treat. Shannon, her owner, would pretend not to notice. Then, one day, I received word that she was in pain no more.
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Last Updated ( Feb 13, 2007 at 09:26 AM )
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