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Blog Entry 111 of 210 From the mountains to 6th Avenue
Many Evergreeners commute. It's been described as a commuter community. Accurate. So there is an etiquette to commuting. The first rule: Leave early. Even if you depart for a 9 to five job at 6:30 a.m., you will not be alone. If you like being alone on the highway, go to Montana. The second rule: Leave early If you don't get off til 5 p.m., take a book on tape, because you will be sitting in traffic near Federal and 6th, and entertainment of any kind is helpful. There are polite drivers, like me, who let others sneak in, especially in merge lanes. I try. You probably do too. The one thing I have decided that will not happen to me is that I will not be mangled in a car wreck on 6th Avenue or I-70 in either direction. What do you do to keep this promise to yourself?

Black labs are in


I get the impression that the popularity of particular dog breeds at a particular time is more like fashion trends that come and go and then come back again.

My stepmother always kept clothes because she said, "The fashion will come back someday."

Hmmm
Maybe. I am not qualified to dive into that arena.

The American Kennel Club says although the Labrador Retriever gets top billing, the Yorkshire Terrier has now made its way to No. 2 on the list followed by German Shepherds and Golden Retrievers.

The smaller dogs seem to beinching up the ladder.
When I was a kid I had a variety of dogs.
We had a Toy Doberman, of all things. Didn't last long.

We think the fortune teller who lived downstairs (this was in Dallas, Texas where I grew up) poisoned our little " Toy."

A wire-haired Terrier named Fritzi went on vacation with us to Colorado one summer and when we came back home, it turned out he had rabies.

I didn't mean for this to sound bad, but it looks that way.

Then, don't laugh, please, because I loved this dog.

Lassie. And this name was given to her before we moved to Los Angeles.

A pure-bred collie. We let her have as many pups as she wanted, and I guess like everything else in my life, I will have to blame my mother. She was the adult. Lassie lived a good long life, and learned how to charm the neighbors down the street into believing she was their dog. It was around this time she began to gain weight.

These were my childhood dogs. My Dad and stepmother had hordes of West Highland Terriers. I never understood that.

Do you have a favorite breed?
Tales of dog misbehavior?
Training misadventures?

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Chester is big enough to be a dog and bigger than some dogs. But, when you try to play fetch with him, he goes cat on you and lays down on the carpet to take a nap. I love my cat, that's why I talk about him so much.

I concur on the Brittanys, Rebecca. I had one named Nutmeg when I was younger, who complemented our half-Brittany, half-Irish Setter named Ginger. I'm not sure where the spice-as-dog naming convention came into play, but it's always good to have a theme.

Great dog blog. I never had a dog growing up, but I have a Brittney now and love the breed, but I guess I don't have much else to compare with since its the only breed I've ever lived with.

We had a cocker spaniel who, I believed, fancied himself to be a cat.
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