All about Cloe
Most dog owners are aware that dog noses are extremely sensitive. This is due to the quantity of olfactory or ‘smell’ receptors in a dog’s nose. Whereas humans have around five million olfactory receptors, dogs have two hundred and twenty million. This makes their noses exponentially more sensitive than a human’s. Most times a dog’s sensitive nose works to our benefit. All kinds of dogs are used as service dogs to help humans find missing people, sniff out explosives, drugs etc. They can smell people coming from quite a distance and alert us to their presence. There are some embarrassing occasions however, when a dog’s nose is just too sensitive from our human perspective. Most notably this occurs when dogs try to sniff humans in their private areas.
This behaviour is a common one in dogs and equally common is the fact that it upsets most dog owners. The reason some dogs sniff at a human’s private parts is the same reason they sniff the private parts of other dogs. We know that when they smell other dogs in this way they can tell the sex, rank (is the dog more dominant or submissive) age and other information about the dog.
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Eulogy from Harley
Cloe Shannon was my first best friend.
I moved into her home mid 1999. I was young, small, weak, and scared. She accepted and protected me. She allowed for her home to be mine. More than that she became my best friend. This meant the world to me because I was so young and unsure of myself.
I recall the different things we did together and how I always knew I was safe when we did them. They were not always the right thing. We did sometimes get in trouble but I would not trade those times for the world. Once we broke out and ran through the woods until we found a swamp. Then we went for a swim and got dirty—so they said. Personally I liked the smell and the dirt. Cloe did not care one way or the other. We both were yelled at a lot and then they even gave us baths. That was mean! Before the baths though some big brute tried to beat me up. Cloe, my protector, stuck up for me and saved me.
I remember another time that we were chasing this evil truck up and down the deck. We were afraid at the time but later I killed that truck because it had chased my friend Cloe.
I’m not sure what I should say. She was my best friend. I would use her tummy for a pillow as you have all seen. I would steal her bones and she would not kill me. She never told when I broke out during the day and played with neighbor dogs.
I will miss her. How can I not? She was my first best friend. I love her.
With this I pray for God to accept her beautiful soul and that someday I am lucky enough to meet her again.