Cockersidor

Klubbar

Övriga länkar

Vänersborgs BHK

Baggio, Boban &  Baresi

Vara-Grästorps BHK

Jollyspots  (Springer Spaniel)

Fedelms (welsh & jaktspringer)

Gravels (labrador, vorsteh & jaktspringer)

Hallonets (Flatcoated retriever & cockern Viggo)

Eventide (welsh, jaktocker, jaktspringer)

Iagos (welsh & jaktcocker)

Nicejam (field spaniel)

Anna-Carin & Liam

Alonzos hemsida

Eleonore & Keeta

DIN HUND

Han bad inte att få komma till Dig .
Han bara kom därför att Du ville ha honom.
Han kom till Dig för att ge Dig vänskap då andra sviker,
sympati då andra är emot Dig,
trofasthet då andra baktalar Dig.

Han kom för att ge Dig kärlek då du känner Dig utelämnad,
sällskap då Du är ensam.  

Han ger Dig sköna avkopplande promenader.
Han ger Dig sällskap. Han ger Dig kärlek och glädje. 

Han vaktar och skyddar Dig. Han varnar om främmande kommer.

Han överger Dig inte så länge han lever. Han ger Dig trygghet.

VAD GER DU?

Lydiga hundar är lyckliga hundar....

*8:00 a.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favourite!

*9:30 a.m.Oh, boy! A car ride! My favourite!

*9:40 a.m.Oh, boy! A walk! My favourite!

*10:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Getting rubbed and petted! My favourite! 11:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favourite!

*Noon- Oh, boy! The kids! My favourite!

*1:00 p.m.Oh, boy! The yard! My favourite!

*4:00 p.m.Oh, boy! To the park! My favourite!

*5:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Dog food! My favourite!

*5:30 p.m.Oh, boy! Pretty Mums! My favourite!

*6:00 p.m.Oh, boy! Playing ball! My favourite!

*6:30 a.m.Oh, boy! Watching TV with my master! My favourite!

*8:30 p.m Oh, boy! Sleeping in master's bed! My favourite!
 

Day 183 of My Captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal.

The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favourite chair, must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan. There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly, I overheard that my confinement was due to my power of "allergies."

Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant, he speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the high metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time ....

The Cocker Spaniel Rules:

1. The dog is not allowed in the house.
2. Okay, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.
3. The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.
4. The dog can get on the old furniture only.
5. Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with the humans on the bed.
6. Okay, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.
7. The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers.
8. The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only
9. The dog can sleep under the covers every night.
10. Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog

• You have more dog beds, chew toys, collars, leashes, harnesses, and dog crates than you have dogs.

• You meet other people with dogs, and remember their dog's call name after 30 seconds, but don't get the owner/handler's name until you've met them 2 or 3 times.

• You don't think twice about trading licks of an ice cream cone with your dog.

• Your parents give up on grandchildren and start to refer to your dogs as "your kids" or your children." (Bonus: they start to call them "our granddogs.")

• 90 percent of your Internet connection time goes to the dogs (seeing what's new when you enter your breed into the browser, reading up on multiple lists, checking out photos, sounds and FAQs, etc.).

• You have hundreds of pictures of your dogs on your desk at work, in your wallet, etc., but none of your family or yourself.

• No one wants to ride in your car because they know they'll get dog hair on their clothes.

• You reach into your pockets for change, and liver treats, dog kibble, and pick-up bags fall all over. (Bonus: You've done this in a classy establishment.)

• You've had long meaningful discussions with your friends on the best way to trim your dog's nails, but have never had a manicure or pedicure in your lifetime.

• Books and movies are ruined for you if the dog references are incorrect.

• The highlight of your day is spending time with your dog.

• You watch simply awful movies because your breed is either featured in a cameo scene or there's a 3-second camera shot during a crowd scene.

• All of your clothes have dog hair on them, even when they come back from the laundromat or dry cleaners.

• The only thing your friends, colleagues, and passing acquaintances say to you when they see you is, "How are the dogs?" or "How many dogs do you have now?"

• Your photo Christmas cards feature your dogs (humans optional).

http://bestinshowonline.warnerbros.com/