Oz relaxing at home
Oz training his half-nephew, Rebel Ridge Southern Cross,
in the ways of the world!
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by his owner, Johnny Bridges
Oz is actually a pet/companion who's allowed to go to
dog shows now and again, so we travel together a fair
I use a mini-van to haul the crates, show tack, grooming
table, and the like. I normally travel in sloppy
clothes, so we stop at rural gas stations and 7/11
fairly frequently for gas and meal materials, which we
eat at the next freeway rest area.
When I leave the car to go inside and pay, Oz will
normally sit in the driver's seat. It's warm there...
and in his mind, it's where his missing master was last.
When he does this, his head is exactly where the
driver's head would be. And from outside the car, it
looks as if he's going to drive!
Since "Big White Dogs" aren't real common in the
hinterlands in which we travel, Oz (especially when
sitting in the driver's seat) normally attracts one, or
more, observers while he's waiting for me to return to
When he sees me, of course his ears perk up and he
becomes quite attentive.
So, I normally walk up to the car and before Oz can
react... or the local admirers can get started with the
usual questions (such as "What kind of dog..." and "Does
he bite...?, etc.), I give Oz a stern glare followed by
"NO, you may NOT drive. You know your license was lifted
when you bit that cop!"
If I time it properly, just as I finish, he will slowly
move over to the passenger's seat and sit down.
And, believe it or not, a certain number of the
bystanders buy the entire premise; hook, line, and
It's great fun, and Oz enjoys it as much as I do!