A couple of cool dogs of Long Beach.
This dog was hanging out the window of the kite shop north of the Bolstadt stoplight in Long Beach. Two other passersby were taking photos, which is what drew my attention to the dog…At first, I thought they were just photographing the bright cheery yellow paint job.
Allan was watering the beach approach and had the camera, so I called and delegated him to go back and take the photos while I took over the watering hose. Despite that delay, the dog was still hanging out watching passersby, a number of whom noticed and watched back.
He was hanging like this out the window on and off for the whole time we worked on planters near the Bolstadt intersection. Such a good dog, he didn’t even bark when other dogs went by, just observed with calm interest! (We heard later from a friend that he may have worn himself out barking earlier in the day.)
We then saw him every time we watered the planters, but on a later day the window was not open as wide:
We found out from the owners of the kite shop below the apartment that his name was J.D.
We didn’t see J.D. for awhile, and then on August 16th, 2010, there he was. Good dog!
My dog Bertie Woofter, also a black lab (may he romp in the afterlife), would have jumped two stories down to go after another dog or chase a car.
[2012 note: The Kite Shop building, no longer bright yellow, is now the home of an excellent and artful gift shop, NIVA green. You’ll love it.]
Another excellent Long Beach Dog was Tank, who I am sorry to say passed on in winter of 2010-2011 (after, we were told by his person, a good romp in the snow.) Tank was an old boy who had his own office in the back of Wind World Kites.
(Note how cleverly I worked some tulips into this dog post?)
Tank was a huge boy; this photo of him at the back of the shop just does not show his enormous size.
He was happy to greet his fans, some of whom brought him leftover steak from their dinners out. His human (who always greets me with “How’s the hardest working girl in Long Beach?) gave him a nice long walk every day after work, and if I timed it right I’d get in a little visit with Tank as they emerged from the shop. His tail would wag slowly as befits a very dignified, very large old chap.
When I see his human now, walking to his vehicle after work, I swear I can see the ghost of a big old dog walking with him.
Another big dog we no longer see is the Akita Tomo, who used to drag her person down the street in order to greet us. I am sure Tomo has passed on to where giant dogs go, all too soon.