By Ralph R. Reiland on 6.23.09 @ 6:06AM
Dog days at the beach worth many a lick.
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."