Comments on: Dear Harley McGuire: Bad Human Behavior at Sedona Dog Park

By: Harley McGuire

Harley McGuire — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 23:10:06 +0000

Amen to Peggy and many thanks to my pals, two and four legged, who take time to read this very, very serious column relating to other types and a variety of complex social issues.

Lovingly,
Harley McGuire

By: Peggy

Peggy — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 18:58:51 +0000

“Enjoy the lightheartedness of the column whilst the political gunbattles of the rest I can’t be bothered to read”

A Cottonwood no pet household

By: Sobe

Sobe — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 02:49:46 +0000

Dear Skipper,
You’re very young, so let Me give You a little advice “We Dogs are Great, however some Humans can be Agressive”. Your Mom will have to learn to cope with Her species, so that You can go to the Park, make Friends and learn to be a Social Puppy. I was Very Scared when I first went to the Dog Park, all the dogs looked so scary. But as We continued to go, I made Friends, and My Mom made Friends, and now I race Her to the car for Our Dog Park trip in the morning.

Hang in there Skipper, and train Your Mom to make Friends. And ignore mean people on cell phones, that think They own the Park.

By: Mick

Mick — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 23:59:42 +0000

Sent via Facebook: cool dog

By: Marilyn

Marilyn — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 23:20:28 +0000

These are sooooooooooooo entertaining….love them.

By: Skipper

Skipper — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 15:07:54 +0000

Thanks Harley,
You are so right on and I will take all your comments to heart and please know that Iam learning every day as to how lucky Iam
to be in such a good home with a wonderful loving new Mom. Iam so happy to be growing up in a place with someone who
gets me and appreciates my many terrific qualities.
For now I continue to love my walks and the leash ain’t so bad either. This new home has some very yummy chew bones too.
Stop over any time and we can swap stories of our new experiences.
Thanks again for being such a good pal,
Skipper

By: Wayne & Cindy Masters, Ellicott City

Wayne & Cindy Masters, Ellicott City — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 00:13:43 +0000

Dear Harley,
We knew that you would want to read this and be informed.

WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES

Excerpts from the Dog’s Diary:

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from the Cat’s Daily Diary…

Day 983 of my captivity…
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet.I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now………..

By: Harley McGuire

Harley McGuire — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 22:31:14 +0000

Dear Little Skipper:

As a pup mutt you have much to learn. People can be selfish and cruel. Some even believe that rules are made for everyone except them. I feel sad that you weren’t able to run free without it turning into a bad experience. However, take heart. As you continue to outgrow your youthful exuberance I’ll just bet you discover how to appreciate your mother’s caring love as she keeps you close to her on a leash.

I think grassy doggie “newspapers” are far more interesting than the gravel variety and most certainly easier on the paws. Just enjoy your new life and home with someone who truly cares. Maybe you might consider raising your leg on the next grumpy person you encounter. Oops – that idea didn’t come from me!

Lovingly,
Harley McGuire