More about Fred The Painted dog
(Claremont, , CA)
Fred has been getting along well. He seems to be enjoying life. We took him to a lake and he loved chasing the little waves at the shoreline. He loves riding in the boat..see new pic. If that isn't pure pleasure, I don't know what is.
He is a good traveler too. We took him to Idaho in Oct. and he saw a horse for the first time in his life. I wish I had a movie to show you. Surprise was all over his face and body language!
I have been curious about Fred’s background, so I have had his DNA done. I keep his hair short but believed he was pretty much a Cocker Spaniel mix. Well, he is, sorta. He had no Primary or Secondary just "in the mix" so he IS a mutt.
Surprisingly he is part Shetland Sheepdog and Collie. Also - and these I expected....Cocker Spaniel, Lhasa Apso and Tibetan Spaniel.
It's funny but most of my friends that have met Fred, always ask how's Fred?
Not how's the family just how's Fred.
I just laugh.
There is a dog park near us and I am going about 3 times a week. I noticed on the bulletin board near the entrance, that one of the people on the committee that run the park was Linda with Fred. I wondered who would have put my name in there, so I went to one of the meetings and met Linda with Fred. I am now Linda2 with Fred2.
The Painted Dog
by Linda Hawkins
Fred: Before and After
I was mourning my 18 1/2 y/o dog Maggie when I ran across Fred.
I was driving down the street and saw a dog spray painted with green stripes and a weird haircut. I made a U turn and called him. He had no collar and was a bit ragged looking. He was barking at dog in a yard across the street and I thought he would run across the street and be hit. I thought Fred would be an appropriate name for this silly looking dog.
I put him in the car and took him home even though hubby had said, "No more dogs."
When hubby got home I said, "What should we name him?"
He looked at Fred and said,"derogatorily...Fred."
I told him I thought that was a great name...hee hee
Fred was hyper and afraid of the car and the dark. I took him for rides around the block and when he hunkered down I stopped and put his paws up and made him look out the window. On the third day the kids at the school were at recess and the laughing and play got Fred's attention. Boy did it! He almost jumped out the window. Good thing I had gotten a car seat leash for him. Fred loves to go with me in the car now.
Hubby now loves Fred as I do. He wants Fred to stay with him when I visit Lisa and Scylla but I take him with me. Last year he and Scylla wore me out just watching them run and wrestle constantly. This year was calmer and Scylla let him know when she had enough. My Grand daughter was taking a short trip and left her little Rat Terrier, Mojo, at Lisa's to be dog sat. The three dogs had a great time. I am home now from my visit with Lisa and Scylla and I think Fred is lonesome.
I know Hubby says no more dogs....but, I am thinking of a playmate for Fred. Should I or shouldn't I? That is the question.
When I first met fred I thought he was a sort of ugly mutt, all scraggly and homely and absolutely thrilled to be petted. In his enthusiasm to be my friend he almost jumped into my arms. How not to love him immediately?
Now he is like the ugly duckling..absolutely beautiful but--he still wants very much to be my friend. How not to love him?