Happy New Years
 

Eating anything special to celebrate? We're eating sukiyaki and mochi in azuki bean paste.

anyone eating anything good? can I come over?

:)

That all sounds wonderful. We spent last evening with our Japanese friends. We had udon, soba, tempura, inarizushi, and gyoza. It was awesome. I did feel bad that we didn't have mochi this time.

We're having crab-stuffed talapia.

It's not New Years and Football without Pizza. And since my wife is working, I'll have two large Pizzas to myself.

:)

So, the dog ate our dinner. The whole thing. Dinner was on the table but we were all out of the room for some reason and we heard a crash. And, well, you know.

I decided pizza sounded good.

Could be worse, I suppose: My parents still swear their dog ate their wedding cake.

Sheesh, what kind of dog do you have?

She's a Golden Retriever. Named Goldie, cleverly enough. Of course, she didn't have time to down the whole thing before we got to her, but the dinner suddenly seemed rather, um, unappetizing, if you will. So, Goldie got a holiday dinner.

Besides, if you know anything about my cooking, you'll understand that Jason was probably relieved to have an excuse to dial Dominos, anyway. :)

Aha. I figured it had to be a big dog.

We had a house-trained vizsla when I was a kid. That dog was brilliant and was loved like one of the family. I still miss him.

He used to sit under the dinner table and when Mom turned her head we would slip whatever food we didn't want to eat under the table and he would slurp it up. We also taught him how to ride horses and motorcycles with us. You would just pat the gas tank or the saddle and he would hop right up and sit in front and love every second of the ride. Of course, he was also an outstanding bird dog.

I had always preferred tiny dogs, but Jason talked me into a Golden.

Goldie has turned out to be an excellent therapy dog for Thomas. I had heard that some dogs will naturally adapt to their owners' needs, but I didn't anticipate us being lucky enough to find one.

She is also a great bird dog, although an unsupervised one. Last month she got out of the fence and ran away....came home carrying a duck. (Where in the world did she find a duck??)

Our vizsla used to come home with dead pheasants all the time (we never tied him up - this was in a somewhat rural area). I wondered how he caught them so I followed him one day. He caught the scent and went into the classic pointing posture. He would very slowly inch forward and after about ten minutes he was right on top of it. When the bird finally took off he lept into the air and caught it in his mouth. Perhaps Goldie did the same thing.

We had another dog that was half wolf. We kept him chained up because he had a tendency to bite strangers. He got away once and came back with the head of a sheep. Oops. Another time he came back with a face full of porcupine quills. It was always an adventure.

was the half-wolf a house dog at all?

I love dogs. I have two. German Shepherd and of course my avatar, a yellow lab.

Nope. Not by a long shot. He never really seemed to be fully tamed. We "inherited" him from a friend. He stayed chained up most of the time. You took your chances when you let him loose to play because he would often run away.

Occasionally a stray dog would come into our yard and wander into the reach of his chain. He would sneak up and then charge the dog without making a sound and then grab the other dog by the neck. We would have to pull him off or he would kill them. And of course, he would bark whenever anyone came into the yard. More of a watchdog than anything.

Looks like a beautiful dog.

My brother-in-law just bred his vizsla. It's a gorgeous dog. I like to tease him though and call her a hound dog. He hates it.

Does anyone else find it unamerican that we're discussing dogs in the "food" forum?

Mike, my son Michael really likes your dog. He says your dog and Goldie could be friends. (He's 7. These things make sense in his world.)

Not really. I am part Chinese and partial to Korean food.

Right. I have that cookbook, I think. A hundred and one ways to wok a dog.

Michael is right. My dog would like your dog.

The picture captures her personality perfectly.

This perfectly describes a German SHepherd I had as a kid. He nearly killed more than a few wandering dogs in our area. He was always gentle with us but he was definitely not so nice to other people or dogs. We once were pulled over by police with this dog in the backseat, asleep. The cop walks up and apprently surprised our GS by tapping his fingers on the window whereupon "hell" was unleashed, figuratively speaking, against the window. The cop jumped about 5 feet up and back and, if there had been traffic, he would have been killed. He was a great dog.

Tiny dogs are what one raises to feed real dogs.

we adopted our shepherd when she was five. One of the owners had cancer and they were getting rid of their dogs. Owner died the day we picked her up (we picked her up from owners' friend's house).

Anyway, it's nighttime, I walk up to the door, which is a glass/screen door, and this shepherd bolts down the hallway towards me, unleashing holy hell. I think I set the record for the standing *backward* broad-jump.

I love her. But time is taking its toll. She is about 10 now.