My first dog “Brownie” today would be considered a rescue dog, and I do mean rescue. When I found him he had been scalded from the steam from a train engine, undernourished, afraid of his own shadow, and saught refuge under a bridge. After coaxing him home, at my mom’s dismay we were not sure if he would live or die. Following a meal of pork chop bones, peas and beans, cornbread, fresh water and a warm blanket I had a dog.
As he slowly began to get used to his new surroundings, his training consisted of me sitting on the back porch steps calling, ” here Brownie-here boy”. When he approached me with apprehension, he was rewarded with a back rub and a “good boy, good dog” comment. Brownie’s only expenses was a new collar, and a rabies shot. I am sure Purina Dog Chow was available, but he ate what we ate, people food. Today that is a no-no to feed your pet table food. A few days ago out of curosity I Googled ” how much money was spent on dog training in 2025″? Globally, we spent three.four billion dollars ( that is a B) on our four legged friends and/or four legged children.
If you are still with me, there is some logic to my madness with this blog. We were wonderfully gifted at Christmas with the most loveable, energetic, mischievous eight month old ball of fur Pomeranian puppy you can imagine. Unlike Brownie, Sir Baxter Waldo does not know that I live under the same roof with him, especially if my wife is within one mile of our residence. Soooo, having said all that, I am wondering what part of 3.4 billion dollars it will cost me for the simple words and responce, ” Here Bax, here boy, good dog.”
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