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As regular companion on the Judge’s adventures (and occasional debauchery) Annie has her own nose for trouble and mischief that she puts to good use, with the occasional somber and accusatory glance at her owner when the Judge attempts to rein in her good fun. For all that, Annie loves the Judge dearly, and not just because he fills up her food bowl every day. Always trying to help (sometimes a little too much), she’ll leave love marks with her muddy paws on the Judge at every opportunity.
Buoy Lewis Durkin is our canine content contributor here at TribeLA Magazine. In addition to interviewing his fellow canines, he enjoys hiding his special toys and bones, swimming at the family lake house, being told how handsome he is, and playing with his friends (a white labrador named Dewey and a Shih-Tzu named Nellie, to name a few). He resides in La Canada with his family, including fellow TLA content contributor, Natalie Durkin.
Buoy: Since chicken is your favorite, what is the best strategy for coaxing the Judge into giving you your favorite treat?
Annie: Always uphill work! I know I’m underfed and skinny. But somehow he can’t see it. I have to plead, cajole, squawk, beg, and I mean beg heavily, in order to get anything extra.
But we do have an understanding of sorts. When he’s eating away from the table, he’s supposed to share a bit with me. If he doesn’t, I’ll flounce away and not speak to him, giving him only the occasional look of hurt accusation. It takes a while for me to calm down and forgive him the slight.
In this way I’ve trained him quite well, and he’s usually pretty responsive to his obligation to share a little of what he’s eating.
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But he was totally alone if he faced the facts. Except of course for the new pooch. He’d left Annie at home this morning. He wanted to focus on Christi. Annie would be hurt and moody on his return, but she’d forget in an hour or two. Unlike a human female she had a very short term memory for such slights. And for practically everything else for that matter, especially prohibitions on climbing the sofa, snatching food off the kitchen counter, digging up the lawn, and, worst of all, disappearing with his socks
The Judge had forgotten to feed Annie too. She gave him a woeful look as he entered the kitchen and mixed up a god awful smelling mixture of dry doggy kibble and creamy plain people yogurt. The vet said it would keep her healthy. She seemed quite happy with it despite the smell. But then again, she’d eat just about anything, including his favorite socks.
The Judging continued to read his newspaper, sip his coffee, and softly stroke, with his slipper, the long fur rug of the puppy under his table. Annie was laying very quiet, mostly in the hope some scrap of food might fall out of the air in the vicinity of the table, as it sometimes but rarely did. Hope springs eternal in the small minds of large puppies.
Annie the Golden Retriever at seven months old had taken to raising up on her hind legs, placing her forepaws on the edge of the kitchen counter, and sweeping across it with her muzzle like a huge shark coming up out of the water, snatching in her sharp teeth any sort of food or food packaging she could reach. The Judge had already lost a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich on whole wheat toast, a cube of butter next to the toaster, and this morning the entire loaf of bread he had been saving for breakfast.
She didn’t seem to understand the word no, and the tree hugging trainer that visited periodically, full of instructions, had counseled against physical violence. The Judge was no longer convinced this advice was sound. He was considering the old fashioned rolled up newspaper approach that had served his dad well back in the day.
Find out more about The Judge, Annie, and a host of lively characters at Davis MacDonald’s website: http://davismacdonald-author.com
If you missed part 1 and 2 of Buoy’s interview, here are the links:
Davis MacDonald grew up in Southern California and writes of places about which he has intimate knowledge. A member of the National Association of Independent Writers and Editors, (NAIWE), his career has spanned Law Professor, Bar Association Chair, Investment Banker and Lawyer. He currently provides legal representation to clients throughout the United States and Offshore. Many of the colorful characters in his novels are drawn from his personal experience.