The weekend and another of my attempts to give my readers and visitors knowledge as much as I possibly can……FYI.
It is a Sunday morning and I am sitting here missing my best friend, Jaz….she was my dog that helped me through a mangled leg recovery and later amputation recovery….she made damn sure that I did not sit around feeling sorry for myself…..
“Is that Bacon?”
When you are cool the sun is always shining!
Just a short trip down memory lane for Jaz left us 2 months ago and I miss her every damn day.
Now that you have met Jaz……Are you a dog person? Have you ever wondered is what a dog’s tail is saying? Are they happy? Sad?
Lucky for you there has been research in this area…..
It’s commonly believed that dogs wag their tails to convey that they are happy and friendly, but this isn’t exactly true.
Dogs do use their tails to communicate, though a wagging tail doesn’t always mean, “Come pet me!”
Dogs have a kind of language that’s based on the position and motion of their tails. The position of a dog’s tail reveals its emotional state.
https://www.livescience.com/45196-why-do-dogs-wag-their-tails.html
May she rest in peace…..and I miss her so very much my friend.
That ends my posting for the day….may every one have a good day and a better tomorrow….chuq
Sad that poor Jaz has gone. But she was loved and cared for as part of the family, and no dog could ask for more. Obviously, I am a dog person, and Ollie’s curly stubby tail is a source of constant delight and amusement to me, as well as being an integral part of his character. In his case, when it uncurls, we know he is either unhappy, or unwell.
Best wishes, Pete.
Yep Jaz tail told the tale….like her bark I knew what was wrong by the tone….chuq
On the subject of ‘worst Britons’, I think Thatcher is leading! 🙂
Appears so…..I was wondering if any are reachi9ng back into history more….chuq
I am very much a dog person.
And a special friend to IST….chuq
Hugs. I am an animal person. Dogs are lovely creatures, so expressive and so empathetic to us when we feel left out of the Grand Parade. I love you, they say, and they are sincere about it. Two months isn’t enough. I recall and miss Peanuts, a dog I had that died in nineteen seventy-one. Hwe was a comedian, a mutt, a fun dog.
Thanx it is sad around the house without her….she made my recoveries so much easier…..chuq