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Matt
Trad climber
places you shouldn't talk about in polite company
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Dec 21, 2005 - 03:22am PT
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finally getting around to this...
now that is a great dog if ever there was one!
but then i guess everyone says the same thing...
=)
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
New York, NY
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Dec 21, 2005 - 10:06am PT
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Here's Teddy, today. He needs a haircut.....
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bwancy1
Trad climber
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Dec 21, 2005 - 11:15am PT
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ricardo
Gym climber
San Francisco, CA
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Dec 21, 2005 - 01:15pm PT
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damm .. that dog should be named cujo
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Ouch!
climber
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Dec 21, 2005 - 01:23pm PT
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bwancy1
Trad climber
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Dec 21, 2005 - 11:16pm PT
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poop*ghost
Trad climber
Denver, CO
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Dec 22, 2005 - 12:00am PT
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Max & Oso in their natural environment.
Max showing that he's also at home in the wild.
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rwedgee
Ice climber
canyon country,CA
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Dec 22, 2005 - 12:25am PT
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Kind of scary at first thing in the morning, but you get used to him.
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WoodyS
Trad climber
Riverside
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Dec 22, 2005 - 01:08am PT
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The story related somewhere above about the hound and the death of a baby comes from a poem--"Beth Gelert or The grave of the Greyhound". It's a beautiful and sad poem but, as far as I know, not related to historical fact; at least, I hope not.
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rradakovits
Sport climber
san diego
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Dec 22, 2005 - 02:08am PT
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hey poopghost, are those whippets? i love those dogs. so nice, they are called "warm water bottle dogs" in england since they love to sleep in beds.
guess they don't like the cold much...
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Patrick Sawyer
climber
Originally California now Ireland
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Dec 22, 2005 - 02:05pm PT
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Lois
WoodyS is close.
The story of Gelert is a variation on a well-worn myth,
and is the basis for a poem by William Robert Spencer
written around 1800.
In 1210 AD an Irish wolfhound, Gelert, was sent as a gift
to Llewellyn, King of Wales, by Prince (later King) John
of England. In the story, Llywelyn returns from hunting
to find his baby's cradle overturned, the baby missing
and the dog with blood around its mouth. Imagining that
it has savaged the child, he draws his sword and kills
the dog. He then hears the cries of the baby and finds it
unharmed under the cradle, along with a dead wolf which
had attacked the child and been killed by Gelert. Llywelyn
is then overcome with remorse and he buries the dog with
great ceremony.
Gelert's burial place is known as Beddgelert (Gelert's Grave).
I know because I use to live near there (Tregarth) and
have been in the village on a number of occasions (it's
located in Gwynedd, lying in Snowdonia, great climbing
area and one of the birthplaces of British climbing).
However, the village of Beddgelert probably got its
name from an early saint named Kilart or Celert, and
not from the legendary hound. And the mound of earth
which is suppose to be the grave is no doubt a
tourist attraction.
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Matt
Trad climber
places you shouldn't talk about in polite company
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Dec 22, 2005 - 02:22pm PT
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bwancy1- that's great
poop*g- who let all the air outta that lab?
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Ed Bannister
Mountain climber
Victorville, CA
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Dec 22, 2005 - 07:03pm PT
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How could anyone think to post a cat amongst dogs??
The difference?
With a dog, you are friend and master.
With a cat, you are the servant.
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ron gomez
Trad climber
fallbrook,ca
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Dec 22, 2005 - 07:20pm PT
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Hey Watusi, i was waiting for you to post on this on. I know how close you are with your dogs!! Hey tusi, you mentioned the pups of your dog Cody, is that the man Shawn we all know? I was just thinking about him today ironically because Badyrka called and is in the area looking for a beer buddy! Ahhh man them were the days...the house on Huntington Harbour, livin the "high life" with the climbing bro's, sitting on the deck listening to Shawn play the ivory and drinking BEERS!
Merry Christmas to you and Pat and Nick and Shawn and Russ and John(s)and everyone else. I'd post my dog Timber, but I can't figure I know how to get a photo on the web site. Dumby me, but MY dog is cute and cool.
Peace
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WoodyS
Trad climber
Riverside
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Dec 22, 2005 - 08:09pm PT
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Lois found it--The poem. I used to use this poem year after year when I taught fifth and sixth graders as part of my rather extensive poetry unit. I'd introduce it as a very sad poem that would get most of "You delinquents" crying by the end. The boys of course...ha ha ha.
Each year, at poem's end, not a sound, and not a dry eye in the room.
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poop*ghost
Trad climber
Denver, CO
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Dec 22, 2005 - 08:27pm PT
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Indeed they are whippets - and you got it! they are most definitely hot water bottles... which works wonders on a cold denver night.
Matt, don't go picken a fight w/ the whippets... they can be down right vicious, ya know. Even late into a beating w/ a tire iron they can take you down and rip out your liver in a split second.
Which reminds me, Max caught a squirle at the park last week. Killed it quick too. It was a tad disturbing seeing him toss the squirle up in the air and catch the head and I heard him split the skull. I was proud indeed.
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happiegrrrl
Trad climber
New York, NY
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Dec 22, 2005 - 08:50pm PT
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It's just terribe - I've been playing favorites.....
Teddy is my own pup, but since late October, I've been caring for one of my client's dogs(she had to go to Australia, as her mom is sick. Ollie is going through quarantine, and will be heading over in late February).
I should have put his picture in before, and I will look for a good one later on. But, I have been trying to get him used to wearing a santa hat, so I can send a photo to "mom." I don't think this one quite captures the spirit she would want to see.....
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Ouch!
climber
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Dec 22, 2005 - 08:57pm PT
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Poop, feed those dogs. They look like they been gutted.
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Matt
Trad climber
places you shouldn't talk about in polite company
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Dec 23, 2005 - 03:13am PT
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poops-
one good thing about the lab is that when he does chase after stuff, i pretty much know he won't be catching it, unless it's a frisbee!
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Claude
climber
where I'll end up
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Dec 23, 2005 - 12:29pm PT
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well if i knew how to post pictures, you'd see the most loyal dog yet. she's been up and down and to and fro with me and is on her last leg, so sad to say. how good are dogs though brothers? man, amazing partners they be.
I told my pap and mam that i was going to the mountains to climb and be a mountain man. They acted like they was gutshot. They said, "No son, go here, heres where the peoples is." I told them, "The sierra mountains is the marrow of the world." By God i was right. My dog's been with me since.
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