Juvat has a great post up about pets (including horses) that
prompts this post.
October 27th marked our first year together. When
I got him I was told he was seven. Three days after I got him he had a vet
visit and weighed 70 lbs. At the end of October he had his annual vet visit and
weighed 80 lbs. Must mean I’m starving him!
A young lady had him from a pup. In the following years she
acquired a husband, two children, and the family two more dogs. Things went
well for awhile but the other dogs started attacking him, he fought back, and
has lots of scars. They decided to see if someone would adopt him. I’m sure
that family loved him but I am also sure they used harsh discipline. Even after
a year, he flinches and cringes. I rarely swat him.
We got in contact via Craigslist. Several people were
interested but she picked me. I do believe I won the dog lottery.
He doesn’t chew anything in the apartment. He has never had
an “accident”. He has vomited one time. He rarely barks and only if a stranger
is at the door. Other than having his nails clipped his grooming needs are
Being named after the Incredible Hulk doesn’t make you one.
He is the biggest wimp. Hates water. Won’t play “fetch”. Tile floors terrify
him. The young lady would lay out towel bridges for him. I just drag his ass
across them. He understands I’m the pack leader. I am first across the
He is great riding in the car, even for hours, so long as he
has the back seat to himself. In the import pickup, not so much, as he can’t
stretch out. I've never put him in the bed.
His one bad habit is he loves to eat grass. Sometimes I
think I have a pony. My biggest concern is him eating grass that has been
sprayed with Roundup or similar. I’m thinking about getting a training collar.
Only one time has he shown aggression towards a person. A
panhandler walked by the car and Banner gave a growl worthy of a lion. He has shown
“posturing” aggression toward a few dogs but has never taken it further into
In addition to enhancing my life, he puts a lot of smiles on
a lot of faces. Mine is one of 90 apartments in a senior housing building and
many of the residents adore him. Probably 75-80% of the residents are women.
Who knew I would become a wing-man for a dog? Likely, few would even speak to me
if not for him. While he allows anyone
to pet him, he has his favorites, especially the “treat lady”, chief witch of
the Coven. Another is a man in a motorized chair that rarely speaks to anyone,
and is a scary looking dude. Not to
Banner. If he is off leash, he runs to great him.
With the exception of an Irish Setter, all of the dogs in
the building are small “yappers”. Banner ignores them, for the most part, but
his favorite is “Pinto”, a young Chihuahua about the size of Banner’s jaw.
Before I got him I was on a serious weight loss program (70
lbs in two years) that he helps with our two one mile walks a day. Some of our
walks are through residential areas and several young kids run out to greet
him. He stoically accepts their attention.
Until well into my “retirement”, my lifestyle would have
been cruel for a pet. I didn’t realize how much they can brighten you life.