Yesterday I brought home an extra 25lbs or so of border collie in an itty bitty 16″ package. I did it in the name of rescue, not because I have a not-so-secret fondness for teeny tiny pointy border collie girlies. I said IN THE NAME OF RESCUE!! Stop looking at me like that!
Maggie is just 7 months old and is so tiny she makes Piper look huge!! She is supposed to be a border collie X Aussie, but I am only seeing border collie in this cutie. She was given up by a family who loved her very much and was just devastated to part with her, but there was trouble brewin’ between Maggie and the older pug in the household. Two bitches sometimes don’t mix, and before it escalated, they did the smart, brave and thoughtful thing, and removed Maggie from the situation. It’s a real shame, because they loved Maggie and they did a fantastic job putting great foundation work on her.
Here in my house, there are no problems between Maggie and the other dogs. She respects Piper mightily (as any smart dog would) and does not challenge her authority. She is doing very well with all the other dogs.
Well, *almost* all the other dogs…
And he is not shy about making his feelings known. What a curmudgeon.
He has never made contact – lots of air snapping and ugly faces, but he’s just trying to scare her away. (If it worked, and if he could, he’d probably send Dexter with her).
Shut UP, Wootie! It’s NOT funny because it IS true :(
On the way home from picking up L’il Miss Maggins, my car did indeed blow up – emotionally anyway. It didn’t catch on fire or anything, but it started going “thunkity thunkity thunkity” and we lost most of the gas pressure, and verged on stalling until I coaxed the POS Pontiac into a Canadian Tire parking lot, where they were most unhelpful. Apparently, while they are vehicle mechanics at Canadian Tire, they are not the kind of mechanics that work on vehicle engines.
I’ll spare you the whole sad story, of the towing to the garage that is closed on weekends and the nice tow truck driver who took pity on me and Mags and dropped us off at home after dropping off the car at the closed mechanics, but only because if I type it out, I may weep. I never much cared for that POS minivan, but it gets me and 5-6 dogs from A-B. Make that it GOT me from A-B. Now it’s just sitting there, dead as a doornail, with an ominous & expensive sounding initial diagnosis of “busted cylinder.” It has 6 of them, I don’t see why the other 5 couldn’t compensate for the busted one. Harumph. The f*cker isn’t even paid off yet :(
The only bright spot in this whole sordid tale is that I fortuitously left all my other dogs at home when I went to pick up Maggie. This is unusual, as in cool weather I tend to bring them everywhere with me. I am guessing that the tow truck guy would not have been so accommodating had there been SIX dogs to get home.
The other bright spot is that it didn’t die until after the photo shoots I had this past week. And they were all tons of fun, so I am super glad about that!
And then there was a session in East Van with Mingus, the 14 year old French Bulldog.
I do so love taking photos of other people’s dogs – it is always so very much fun, and such a pick-me-up! I just wish I did more of it, because it would be an awesome way to make my living full time.
To that end – or more correctly, to the end of trying to scrape together the money to pay my car repair bill (which judging from the sour looking face of no less than 3 mechanically inclined individuals who listened to the Thunkity-thunkity noises, is going to be princely) I’m going to offer a bit of a promotion to entice those of you who have been toying with the idea of photos but have not gotten around to booking – for the month of July, if you book a shoot with me and refer a friend who also books, you’ll get 10% off the cost of your session. Refer 5 friends who book and you’ll get 50% off the cost of your session! Refer 10 and your session is free! Etc. I know I sound like a cheezy car salesman (sorry Joe*) but I really need my car back … I live in the middle of nowhere, people – there is not even transit around here. I can’t even walk to the store to get a container of milk, should I need some. You see my problem, yes? So please, if you’ve been procrastinating, book now! I hear summer arrives next week!
*I apologize to Joe, who *IS* a car salesman, because he kindly lent me his car for the weekend so I could run some errands and the like. I am momentarily driving this Ford Escape, which has a possessed radio station that keeps switching itself back to a country music station.
That’s just cruel.
As for Dexter, Maggie has awakened his Inner Testicles. I had to break up a live sex show in my living room last night. There’s another reason I need my car back – Miss Maggie needs to go get spayed before Dexter impregnates her with GIANT MUTANT GIRAFFE PUPPY babies!
(never fear, Maggie is *not* in season and I won’t let anything like that happen, ever. She does need to be spayed though).
It’s tough being Tweed. Nobody tell him we may not have a car to get to class this week either!