Looking at another thread about nicknames for our dogs, I thought of this.
We had a friendly old neighbor man, who has since passed, that would talk to our dogs over the fence. He called them “White Dog” and “Big Dog” for the longest time. He finally asked their names, and I guess he didn’t hear very well. Pyzon, became “Pizza” and Kana became “Conner”. He thought they were both boys. It was really kind of fun. You could hear him talk to the girls over the fence while he worked in his garden. He would go on and on, telling them about dogs he had as a kid and how pretty they were. Never forgot that. They did not bark at him, but would sit quietly and listen. He would occasionally reach over the fence; they would stand up and let him pet them. They never permitted that with anyone else.
To make a long story longer, they brought him some pleasure and I was proud of them.
We had a friendly old neighbor man, who has since passed, that would talk to our dogs over the fence. He called them “White Dog” and “Big Dog” for the longest time. He finally asked their names, and I guess he didn’t hear very well. Pyzon, became “Pizza” and Kana became “Conner”. He thought they were both boys. It was really kind of fun. You could hear him talk to the girls over the fence while he worked in his garden. He would go on and on, telling them about dogs he had as a kid and how pretty they were. Never forgot that. They did not bark at him, but would sit quietly and listen. He would occasionally reach over the fence; they would stand up and let him pet them. They never permitted that with anyone else.
To make a long story longer, they brought him some pleasure and I was proud of them.
