A celebration of family pets.

[Bill Sallee]

Originally Posted by Terry McDougal

I have a dog called Sausage.
He likes to lay and listen to me practise. When I play in the high register he likes to join in with a howl. I guess that's the old wolf instinct coming out. Sausage is a good companion who doesn't need a lot of long walks. Some days I just walk him to the letterbox and back. Sausage likes his food. He's happy to eat anything. He sleeps a lot.
What more could you ask for in a pet?
Have any of you guys got pets you love?
Maybe you could tell us about it here.

I have two dogs. The younger German Shepherd mix comes and lays about three feet from me when I practice the DB. When I play the piano she lays with her back against the piano underneath the keyboard on the treble side.

[Thomas Erickson]

So... this is a thread about sausage dogs?

I'm hungry.

[Terry McDougal]

Originally Posted by Thomas Erickson

So... this is a thread about sausage dogs?

My dog is not a sausage dog. He's called Sausage because, when he is asleep and snoring, it sort of sounds like he's saying 'sausage'. Over the years the name has stuck. We originally called him Byron.

[Thomas Erickson]

mmmm.... sausage.

[Terry McDougal]

I thought you'd be more curious about why we called him Byron.
Now that's a real story!

[Bin Hire]

Originally Posted by Terry McDougal

I thought you'd be more curious about why we called him Byron.
Now that's a real story!

I'm interested.
Why did you call your dog Byron?

[Terry McDougal]

Originally Posted by Bin Hire

I'm interested.
Why did you call your dog Byron?

Well, not many people probably know but, the middle name of the famous poet, Lord Byron, who wrote such famous poems as 'She Walks in Beauty' was Gordon. When I got Sausage (my dog, remember) I intended to call him Gordon but I discovered that my brother had a cat named Gordon.
I do like to be original.
Then I remembered George Gordon Byron. It was a toss up between George and Byron. The only fair way was to decide with the toss of a coin, heads for George and tails for Byron. Tails it was.

Ah Sausage, you
Walk in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.