tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post1729830119989853319..comments2023-10-22T20:53:58.823-04:00Comments on String Too Short to Tie: Jiggs #Tvanillahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-55936842966688029762014-04-15T10:11:56.131-04:002014-04-15T10:11:56.131-04:00Sharkey, an astute observation. Some people of th...Sharkey, an astute observation. Some people of that generation came up hard-scrabble, eat or be eaten. Yet some of them learned kindness.vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-19253144560299080272014-04-15T09:13:00.935-04:002014-04-15T09:13:00.935-04:00Those men of that generation weren't taught to...Those men of that generation weren't taught to allow themselves to be openly gentle, but it often showed through in their kindness to animals. My dad was the same way. If you recall First Butchy, he was some sort of rescue. Dad said he found him in the woods and always believed he had been abused.Sharkbyteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10139935335209860357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-41392776814045318942014-04-14T14:17:52.334-04:002014-04-14T14:17:52.334-04:00Vee, maintain composure!
Pearl, very true; but my...Vee, maintain composure!<br /><br />Pearl, very true; but my turn came when I named my kid's dog "Spot."vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-64734566688244241992014-04-14T11:45:49.896-04:002014-04-14T11:45:49.896-04:00Your father named Jiggs, just as surely as my fath...Your father named Jiggs, just as surely as my father named Bowser. :-)<br /><br />PearlPearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05261369905176088917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-48329203426577792442014-04-14T11:12:55.568-04:002014-04-14T11:12:55.568-04:00Vanilla, I do remember the shoe issue. My response...Vanilla, I do remember the shoe issue. My response would not have been so calm.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222653231278680963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-76178785375123851252014-04-14T10:05:25.158-04:002014-04-14T10:05:25.158-04:00Chuck, exactly! The Saint did not show himself to...Chuck, exactly! The Saint did not show himself to be ruffled in the least, but I'm betting he didn't like it.vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-43860129905237226472014-04-14T10:03:11.992-04:002014-04-14T10:03:11.992-04:00Jim, my children who are members of your generatio...Jim, my children who are members of your generation used to ride their bikes all over town, dog accompanying them should he so choose. Now, not only do dogs not "walk themselves," children do not ride bicycles. Imagine two children today, six and eight years old, being "out of sight" at supper time. We are possibly only a half-generation away from everyone living in a bubble.<br /><br />Vee, Dad did have a way with animals-- and with people. *envy*<br />Do you recall the time Dale Harris's dog lifted his leg over Dad's shoe? Very calm voice, Dad said, "That dog pissed on my leg."<br /><br />Grace, it is an image that is emblazoned in my memory, almost as good as a video. Except I can't "show" it to anyone; but I tried!<br />(I can still see Maggie giving Jiggs the evil eye.)vanillahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11978025976591113499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-59949185088826147802014-04-14T09:59:04.322-04:002014-04-14T09:59:04.322-04:00I can just hear Bernard muttering under his breath...I can just hear Bernard muttering under his breath, "Go away kid. You bother me."Secondary Roadshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05116234285533139701noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-54926413364862118962014-04-14T09:02:09.681-04:002014-04-14T09:02:09.681-04:00Now there's a picture for you...nowadays a vi...Now there's a picture for you...nowadays a video of it would go viral! While I only vaguely remember "Maggie and Jiggs" that was the first thing that came to mind when I saw the titleGracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02779872914493612101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-54412528292318301342014-04-14T08:29:27.045-04:002014-04-14T08:29:27.045-04:00I remember Jiggs but I had not thought about him i...I remember Jiggs but I had not thought about him in a long time. <br /><br />When Dad lived with us he became really close to our Mollie and took her for several walks a day while we were at work. Dad liked to look at her and say, "Want to go for a walk?" so he could watch her run to her leash and wait for him. <br /><br />After Dad was gone, Mollie's routine in the morning was to first go outside, then bound back inside and run to Dad's room. She would go up to his bed and stand there a bit before she walked to the laundry room where her food and water were waiting. She missed him, too.<br /><br />Dad did have a way with animals, though he would have been the last to admit that.Veehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12222653231278680963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3535543883262225735.post-78988587169124981862014-04-14T08:13:08.602-04:002014-04-14T08:13:08.602-04:00Great story! I especially love the line "Most...Great story! I especially love the line "Most dogs walked themselves in that time and place, for the dogs were no doubt brighter in those days than are the namby-pamby creatures we harbor these days." Dogs walking themselves disappeared sometime during my 1970s kidhood. I remember my dad letting his hunting dog out of the pen out back -- to let him go for a run, usually in the rain, as the dog loved the rain. When Dad thought it was time for the dog to come home, he'd open the front door and whistle, and shortly here'd come old Buck. The memory is so familiar, but the concept is so foreign today.Jimhttp://blog.jimgrey.netnoreply@blogger.com