SEA ISLE, N.J. -- The big news here is that Simba, our
one-and-a-half-year-old golden retriever, just won "Best of Show"
in this year's dog show on the boardwalk.
"Paws on the Promenade" is not exactly the Westminster Kennel
Club Dog Show at Madison Square Garden, but he had dozens of good
competitors, including five other top-notch goldens, a beautiful
Bernese mountain dog, a cute Jack Russell terrier, and a big
black poodle wearing a nylon net tutu.
Simba won $155 in prizes, consisting of two free tickets to the
upcoming "Great Balls of Fire” concert on the Ocean City Music
Pier (I don’t know if dogs are allowed, or if he can get a date),
a $100 gift certificate at Parkway Vet in Cape May Court House
(we donated it back for someone adopting a pet), and a $25 gift
certificate from Pawsitively Pets, a local dog-toy store. Simba
loves toys! His favorites are tennis balls, some furry
stuffed squirrels and a musical Christmas tree.
The contest is sponsored by Beacon Animal Rescue, a local no-kill
adoption shelter. They make money in the local beach communities
in a unique way, offering a "Goose Chaser" service: "We'll bring
our dogs to you and let them chase the geese off your land. The
geese find somewhere else to go, our dogs get exercise, and you
get your land back. Small donation requested."
Back home in Pittsburgh, Simba is fascinated with what began as
our backyard bird feeder but ended up as a hanging basket full of
squirrels. We bought him a family of toy stuffed squirrels of his
own.
Goldens love to bring gifts and each day Simba carries one of his
stuffed pet squirrels out to the basket of real squirrels. The
floor underneath the hanging squirrel basket is littered each day
with an assortment of toys and gifts from Simba. Perhaps these
are a sort of peace offering to the real squirrels, we thought,
until one morning we found him on the back porch with one of the
squirrels squirming, feet flying and pinned to the ground. Simba
had him by the neck (the squirrel got away after we yelled for
Simba to back off).
Simba can act tough, but he's afraid of the dark. When we let him
out at night in the backyard, he treads cautiously, looking
around for any monsters or giant squirrels that might be lurking
back there, with his musical Christmas tree playing "We Wish You
a Merry Christmas" to ward off any evil spirits.
Simba's toughest challenge, though, is our bed, which he has
always thought of as his permanent puppy pile. But our 9-year-old
golden, Chloe, thinks he has outgrown the pile, and so do we. So
Simba is kicked out of bed most nights and left to fend for
himself alone around the bedroom.
To keep him off the bed, Chloe makes a face at him with her eyes
glowering and her teeth bared. That used to work for her with our
other golden retriever, Nugget, but Simba simply won't give up.
He brings us crazy things in the middle of the night, which to
him are sort of like hostess gifts. Some nights, crying and
whimpering, he brings us his stuffed squirrels.
One night he jumped into bed between us with his largest stuffed
squirrel, soaking wet, pushing it on our faces. We had no idea if
he had left it out in the rain or if he had been dipping it in
the toilet.
Last week, after being kicked out of bed by Chloe's growl and
evil face, he jumped back into bed crying and carrying in his
mouth -- the bathroom rug!
We could have told the people at "Paws on the Promenade" that
there was no getting ahead of this dog (his Dad’s name is
Bad-As-I-Wannabe). Simba came to the contest late and had to sign
up in the only remaining category, "Best of Show." He walked over
to the judge, laid his head gently on her knee and looked up into
her face with his soft dark-chocolate eyes. She patted his head
and said, "He's so sweeeeet!" As she started to melt, he
laid his head on her chest and gently licked her neck.
"What's his number," she asked. There I was with a big number
"35" around my neck but she couldn't take her eyes off Simba.
Said the male judge sitting next to her, "Boy, that dog knows how
to win."
About the Author
Ralph R. Reilandis the B. Kenneth Simon professor of free enterprise and an associate professor of economics at Robert Morris University in Pittsburgh.
Our second golden, Max is a rescue dog. We got him when he was
three, now eight. they are truly a gift from God to humans. Our
first Golden, Rollie, was a gift from our neighbors, I miss him
still.
I recommend a "rescue" to anyone. they come trained and are so
grateful.
NavyBrat| 6.23.09 @ 10:11AM
I've never had a golden, but have had labs my whole life. The
breeds aren't that different. All they want in their lives is to
love you & to be loved. This is one of the coolest stories
I've read in a while.
PS. TN Vol: What do you think Kiffin's chances are this year? I'm
worried (I'm a transplanted Memphian living in Pittsburgh).
John| 6.23.09 @ 10:17AM
Labrador guy myself... My 6 year old chocolate is a real love and
has a great need to bring gifts as well. She is also 75 pounds of
fidget so, along my other dog, a Westie, she sleeps fitfully in
the basement. Both to their own kennels.
There is no negative possessiveness, no dog hair in bed, and no
opportunity for wet nosed wake-ups at 2 in the morning.
Neither the Lab nor the Westie will ever win awards but they sure
make life a little better for there presence among us.
r/John - TMF
Sandra in Severn| 6.23.09 @ 10:54AM
We have a mixed pack at our house, all rescues, all well behaved
and well liked in the neighborhood. And all spoiled with
affection.
A full Golden Retriever that kept running away from her original
owners (friends of ours) that never ran, except straight to us,
the many times she stayed here. Until it was apparent, she
thought "we were home."
Our original dog, a Labrador- German Shorthaired Pointer mix that
is a real "princess," hence it is also her name. But she is also
a very focused and task intent therapy dog. She has worked with
injured patients retrieving balls.
And our last member is an "old tired" and hard living dog that I
shudder to think of all he has experienced in his short life. But
he started out well loved, we, and small children can snuggle up
to this bear or lion of a dog and nap with him as a pillow. His
only job, ensure that gravity works.
His only bad habit, he likes to snuggle up to you on the couch.
Not bad in the winter, kind of hard to put up with in July.
Yep, rescue dogs of any type are the best dogs.
Anthony| 6.23.09 @ 11:06AM
Golden Retrievers are the most wonderful creatures on God's green
earth. The only problem is getting enough leg room, sleeping
around an 85 lb dead weight, with my wife's bunny slipper in her
mouth. Talk about total peace of mind.
Goldwater Girl| 6.23.09 @ 11:31AM
I have to agree, they are the best of God's creatures. We rescued
a 105 lb male 6 years ago. Had to get a bigger bed, and a
Suburban to give him his twice daily rides to the marina. If
someday I find myself widowed, I would probably never marry
again, however, I would get another Golden in a heartbeat.
KyMouse| 6.23.09 @ 3:59PM
Goldens are indeed dear -- just don't let Brenna, my border
collie-Aussie shepherd mix know that I said so.
Speaking of pet shows, this coming Independence Day weekend (I
refuse to call the holiday "Fourth of July"), our neighborhood
will hold festivities that include a pet "talent" show. It's
always a hoot -- last year, one very little girl kept one fist
closed during the whole time she waited for her turn to show off
her pet. When the time came, she went up on stage. The emcee
asked what her pet was, and she said, "A beetle." She opened her
hand to show it to the crowd -- and it promptly flew away.
Another child, a little boy, brought up a goldfish in a bowl. The
emcee asked if the fish could do any tricks, and the boy thought
for a moment. "He can swim!" he announced.
Happy Independence, y'all, and have fun with your pets, golden or
otherwise.
Don't know how this story ended up in the is on The American
Spectator website, but here's my golden story.
I have an eight-year-old named Augie. We've gone everywhere
together, hiked 120 miles in upstate New York, swum in lakes,
walked him without a leash for years in heavy traffic in
Brooklyn. He's so smart he once chased a cat and stopped at the
curb when it ran into the street.
However, he had never seen the ocean.
A week ago we were in Asbury Park visiting relatives and he
finally got a look. It was cold and cloudy all weekend but I went
up on my bike on Sunday morning and we walked out on the beach.
He was delighted but reluctant to go in the surf. I tested the
water, found it wasn't so cold, so I stripped down to my skivvies
and dived in. So he got up his nerve and splashed in after me. I
body-surfed in on a couple of waves and then decided to take him
out with me. When popped up near shore, however, he was gone. I
looked around and realized he was already swimming out into the
surf. I started after him, figuring we could catch a wave, but he
kept going. I yelled at him but he didn't stop. All I saw was the
back of his head. He kept going. I swam after him and soon we
were out beyond where the waves were breaking, but he just kept
goingk and going. I yelled and screamed but he was still about 20
yards ahead and didn't stop. The current started to pull us down
the beach and the swells were getting stronger and soon I lost
sight of him. I turned around and realized I was out about 150
yards and way over my head. I looked for him again but he was
gone.
I saw a lifeguard type on shore with a dune buggy so I decided to
swim in and see if he had a boat. It took me a long time to get
in, though, and by the timeI did he was gone. I turned around and
there was this very rough ocean, the tide coming in very fast
now, and no sign of Augie. There was a rock jetty sticking out
about 50 yards in the direction the current had been taking us so
I tried to get out on that, thinking he might have washed up on
it. But the tide was almost covering it now and the waves were
getting very rough. I ended up just running up and down the beach
for about twenty minues, shouting and swearing and writing his
obituary in my head. How was I going to tell the rest of the
family he had drowned at sea?
Then I looked way down the beach about a quarter-mile and saw a
group of fisherman trying to pull a big fish toward shore. When
they finally dragged it our of the water, it had four legs. I
realized it was Augie! I ran down the beach shouting and waving
my arms but by the time I got down there he was making friends
and jumping up on everybody and having a grand time. He thought
it was a big joke! "We saw this strange creature coming toward
shore and realized it was a dog!" they said. They were surprised
to find he had an owner.
So he's back home again now, playing with the neighbors' children
and making friends up and down the block. I guess I've forgiven
him. But I must admit I'm regarding him warily with a newfound
respect. How many dogs think they can swim across the Atlantic?
Jim| 6.23.09 @ 6:41PM
My Golden is most amazing, he is conservative, enjoys the same,
food,beer and music that I do and very seldom disagrees with me.
The only fight we ever had was when I replaced the old sofa
without consulting him.
Joanne| 6.23.09 @ 8:48PM
My golden girl, Phoenix, also rests her head on my knee to get my
attention. If that fails, she has also been known to rest her
head on my chest and give the occasional light lick to my face or
neck. Dogs are my favorite species, and goldens my favorites
among all dogs.
Congratulations to Simba, who is obviously a very special boy.
Anthony| 6.23.09 @ 9:07PM
Those of us who love dogs, especially our Golden's are blessed.
Everyone of us has a special heart thumping story about our
wonderful. glorious Golden's. My first sweetheart is buried in my
front woods, near her favorite spot, complete with matching
tennis balls, albeit a bit worse for wear. Tonight, my other
Golden and I, on our way back from our evening walk in the woods,
paid a little visit. I had to tell her I talked about her on Am
Spec today, she would have been.... underwhelmed.
I hate these dog stories, they turn this hard nosed, no nonsense
conservative into a blubbering fool. Enough already!!, can we get
back to Iran, Obama and the Democrats before I run out of
tissues?
…“35″ around my neck but she couldn’t take her eyes off Simba. Said the male judge sitting next to her, “Boy, that dog knows how to win.” By Ralph R. Reiland – The American Spector Posted: Just One More Pet June 25, 2009 - Posted by justonemorepet | Animal or Pet Related Stories, Just One More Pet, On The Lighter Side, Pet Blog, Pet Events, Pets | Best-of-Show, black poodle,…
TennesseeVolunteer| 6.23.09 @ 8:02AM
Our second golden, Max is a rescue dog. We got him when he was three, now eight. they are truly a gift from God to humans. Our first Golden, Rollie, was a gift from our neighbors, I miss him still.
I recommend a "rescue" to anyone. they come trained and are so grateful.
NavyBrat| 6.23.09 @ 10:11AM
I've never had a golden, but have had labs my whole life. The breeds aren't that different. All they want in their lives is to love you & to be loved. This is one of the coolest stories I've read in a while.
PS. TN Vol: What do you think Kiffin's chances are this year? I'm worried (I'm a transplanted Memphian living in Pittsburgh).
John| 6.23.09 @ 10:17AM
Labrador guy myself... My 6 year old chocolate is a real love and has a great need to bring gifts as well. She is also 75 pounds of fidget so, along my other dog, a Westie, she sleeps fitfully in the basement. Both to their own kennels.
There is no negative possessiveness, no dog hair in bed, and no opportunity for wet nosed wake-ups at 2 in the morning.
Neither the Lab nor the Westie will ever win awards but they sure make life a little better for there presence among us.
r/John - TMF
Sandra in Severn| 6.23.09 @ 10:54AM
We have a mixed pack at our house, all rescues, all well behaved and well liked in the neighborhood. And all spoiled with affection.
A full Golden Retriever that kept running away from her original owners (friends of ours) that never ran, except straight to us, the many times she stayed here. Until it was apparent, she thought "we were home."
Our original dog, a Labrador- German Shorthaired Pointer mix that is a real "princess," hence it is also her name. But she is also a very focused and task intent therapy dog. She has worked with injured patients retrieving balls.
And our last member is an "old tired" and hard living dog that I shudder to think of all he has experienced in his short life. But he started out well loved, we, and small children can snuggle up to this bear or lion of a dog and nap with him as a pillow. His only job, ensure that gravity works.
His only bad habit, he likes to snuggle up to you on the couch. Not bad in the winter, kind of hard to put up with in July.
Yep, rescue dogs of any type are the best dogs.
Anthony| 6.23.09 @ 11:06AM
Golden Retrievers are the most wonderful creatures on God's green earth. The only problem is getting enough leg room, sleeping around an 85 lb dead weight, with my wife's bunny slipper in her mouth. Talk about total peace of mind.
Goldwater Girl| 6.23.09 @ 11:31AM
I have to agree, they are the best of God's creatures. We rescued a 105 lb male 6 years ago. Had to get a bigger bed, and a Suburban to give him his twice daily rides to the marina. If someday I find myself widowed, I would probably never marry again, however, I would get another Golden in a heartbeat.
KyMouse| 6.23.09 @ 3:59PM
Goldens are indeed dear -- just don't let Brenna, my border collie-Aussie shepherd mix know that I said so.
Speaking of pet shows, this coming Independence Day weekend (I refuse to call the holiday "Fourth of July"), our neighborhood will hold festivities that include a pet "talent" show. It's always a hoot -- last year, one very little girl kept one fist closed during the whole time she waited for her turn to show off her pet. When the time came, she went up on stage. The emcee asked what her pet was, and she said, "A beetle." She opened her hand to show it to the crowd -- and it promptly flew away.
Another child, a little boy, brought up a goldfish in a bowl. The emcee asked if the fish could do any tricks, and the boy thought for a moment. "He can swim!" he announced.
Happy Independence, y'all, and have fun with your pets, golden or otherwise.
William Tucker| 6.23.09 @ 4:02PM
Don't know how this story ended up in the is on The American Spectator website, but here's my golden story.
I have an eight-year-old named Augie. We've gone everywhere together, hiked 120 miles in upstate New York, swum in lakes, walked him without a leash for years in heavy traffic in Brooklyn. He's so smart he once chased a cat and stopped at the curb when it ran into the street.
However, he had never seen the ocean.
A week ago we were in Asbury Park visiting relatives and he finally got a look. It was cold and cloudy all weekend but I went up on my bike on Sunday morning and we walked out on the beach. He was delighted but reluctant to go in the surf. I tested the water, found it wasn't so cold, so I stripped down to my skivvies and dived in. So he got up his nerve and splashed in after me. I body-surfed in on a couple of waves and then decided to take him out with me. When popped up near shore, however, he was gone. I looked around and realized he was already swimming out into the surf. I started after him, figuring we could catch a wave, but he kept going. I yelled at him but he didn't stop. All I saw was the back of his head. He kept going. I swam after him and soon we were out beyond where the waves were breaking, but he just kept goingk and going. I yelled and screamed but he was still about 20 yards ahead and didn't stop. The current started to pull us down the beach and the swells were getting stronger and soon I lost sight of him. I turned around and realized I was out about 150 yards and way over my head. I looked for him again but he was gone.
I saw a lifeguard type on shore with a dune buggy so I decided to swim in and see if he had a boat. It took me a long time to get in, though, and by the timeI did he was gone. I turned around and there was this very rough ocean, the tide coming in very fast now, and no sign of Augie. There was a rock jetty sticking out about 50 yards in the direction the current had been taking us so I tried to get out on that, thinking he might have washed up on it. But the tide was almost covering it now and the waves were getting very rough. I ended up just running up and down the beach for about twenty minues, shouting and swearing and writing his obituary in my head. How was I going to tell the rest of the family he had drowned at sea?
Then I looked way down the beach about a quarter-mile and saw a group of fisherman trying to pull a big fish toward shore. When they finally dragged it our of the water, it had four legs. I realized it was Augie! I ran down the beach shouting and waving my arms but by the time I got down there he was making friends and jumping up on everybody and having a grand time. He thought it was a big joke! "We saw this strange creature coming toward shore and realized it was a dog!" they said. They were surprised to find he had an owner.
So he's back home again now, playing with the neighbors' children and making friends up and down the block. I guess I've forgiven him. But I must admit I'm regarding him warily with a newfound respect. How many dogs think they can swim across the Atlantic?
Jim| 6.23.09 @ 6:41PM
My Golden is most amazing, he is conservative, enjoys the same, food,beer and music that I do and very seldom disagrees with me. The only fight we ever had was when I replaced the old sofa without consulting him.
Joanne| 6.23.09 @ 8:48PM
My golden girl, Phoenix, also rests her head on my knee to get my attention. If that fails, she has also been known to rest her head on my chest and give the occasional light lick to my face or neck. Dogs are my favorite species, and goldens my favorites among all dogs.
Congratulations to Simba, who is obviously a very special boy.
Anthony| 6.23.09 @ 9:07PM
Those of us who love dogs, especially our Golden's are blessed. Everyone of us has a special heart thumping story about our wonderful. glorious Golden's. My first sweetheart is buried in my front woods, near her favorite spot, complete with matching tennis balls, albeit a bit worse for wear. Tonight, my other Golden and I, on our way back from our evening walk in the woods, paid a little visit. I had to tell her I talked about her on Am Spec today, she would have been.... underwhelmed.
I hate these dog stories, they turn this hard nosed, no nonsense conservative into a blubbering fool. Enough already!!, can we get back to Iran, Obama and the Democrats before I run out of tissues?
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