Scopsy the Sausage Dog
November 1st 2007 21:13
Spotted: two brown sausage dogs running in tandem down Woollomooloo. I tried to take some photos but by the time I pulled out my camera, they had already gone. How could dogs so small be able to run so fast?
“Those sausage dogs spin me out,” says my mate, Nim. They also spin me out. They have such funny bodies. When I was little I used to be terrified of them as my next door neighbour had a black one called Scopsy who used to stand on its hind legs and grab me with his front paws. As a child, I was terrified of any dog that did that as I thought it was showing aggression. Now I just think all poor Scopsy wanted to do was to say hello to someone who wanted him to just leave her alone. Ironically, whenever I see a sausage dog I have to resist the urge to pat it after the time I terrified one when I did reach out to pat it. It looked at me and ran off and its owner didn’t look too happy with me either.
My neighbour also once had a brown sausage dog. It injured its back and the poor thing ended up with a set of doggy wheels to help it move around. She called him Daschy. Sometimes, she’ll pull out old photos of him and tell me about his accident and the wheels and she will always call him “My poor Daschy” in this mournful tone.
“Those sausage dogs spin me out,” says my mate, Nim. They also spin me out. They have such funny bodies. When I was little I used to be terrified of them as my next door neighbour had a black one called Scopsy who used to stand on its hind legs and grab me with his front paws. As a child, I was terrified of any dog that did that as I thought it was showing aggression. Now I just think all poor Scopsy wanted to do was to say hello to someone who wanted him to just leave her alone. Ironically, whenever I see a sausage dog I have to resist the urge to pat it after the time I terrified one when I did reach out to pat it. It looked at me and ran off and its owner didn’t look too happy with me either.
My neighbour also once had a brown sausage dog. It injured its back and the poor thing ended up with a set of doggy wheels to help it move around. She called him Daschy. Sometimes, she’ll pull out old photos of him and tell me about his accident and the wheels and she will always call him “My poor Daschy” in this mournful tone.
Photo by Jessica (Jessadactyl). Used in accordance with the terms of Wikimedia Commons’ GNU Free Documentation License, Version 1.2 or any later version published by the Free Software Foundation; with no Invariant Sections, no Front-Cover Texts, and no Back-Cover Texts. A copy of the license is included in the section entitled "GNU Free Documentation License".
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Comment by Rosemary
Alpaca Notes - Tasmania
I have longhaired's. They're a bit more spaniel looking than the short haired. There's also a wirehair. They're more like terriers. All AWESOME though.
Cheers.