There they go AGAIN! Sending me yet another picture of yet another ANIMAL that is not ME. Okay, I.
This time it’s Pea, papa’s sister’s and brother-in-law’s doggy who is one of a long line of chows they’ve had over the years. Poor schnozola of Pea shows a disease that most chows suffer from and can’t be helped, but it does cure up eventually, for a while.
Mama told me that her brother-in-law told her that chows are not fighters as most dogs can be. They will walk away from an aggressive dog and most other dogs do not even stay on the same side of the street with a chow but instead make room for a chow to pass by peacefully. There is no pissing contest, so to speak, between a chow and another doggy.
The reason is simple. If a chow is compelled to fight, for any reason, he will fight to kill. A good reason to stay clear, if you ask me.
And they DON’T CHASE KITTIES so there’s no worry.
Perhaps we are just too uninteresting to them; they have other fish to catch, so to speak, and mama’s brother-in-law also said that another chow they owned used to go out on the little road near their house and the dogs in the neighboring houses would simply fall into step behind her, keep their distance. She herself had no interest in any of them, but they were in awe of her beauty, I think, and maybe brains, too.
Sort of like I’m in awe of Mungo, my friend, who gives me such good advice, along with all those Funny Farm doggies.
Mama said, too, that chows were used in ancient China for bear hunts and I can see why! Pea looks just like a honey-colored bear to me.
But I’m so sorry for her nose, even if I am a bit jealous that mama took her picture. At least no one offered to let mama take her HOME!!! Imagine me with a chow for a brother. Oh, boy.
And everytime I have passed one of those dudes and said, “Ciao”, they never answered back…
Ciao, big boy…
See, no response!)
We’ve never met a chow. Jan has. The first one scared her so badly she wouldn’t go near one for years. Then she watched one while the owner was gone.
Chows are basically very sweet, I think, and sometimes, just a little…well…dumb? But mama’s bro in law ADORES them so what can I do. He doesn’t like kitties because we kill birds but I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE KITTIES. I’ve never killed a birdie, never.
Awwww Pea, look at her lovely woollybearness – says the ape. Poor little nosey – says the ape. Wouldn’t you like a Chow to cuddle up to in winter? says the ape…
NO say I!
Looks like Chows are the transcendental beings of the doggie world, they rise above everything. They can rise above living in my house too say I
There’s hope Loulou, they haven’t ‘said’ they are bringing her home, at least not out loud
*despairs of apes everywhere*
Why do they need to coo and aaah over OTHER animals when they have US?
Luff
Mungo
Well, I helped them unpack and there was NO kitty or doggy in that suitcase…