I said good bye to West this afternoon – I lifted him into the crate in Courtenay’s car, shut the hatch and wished him well. I didn’t go back to say goodbye before they drove off, and I hope he forgives me. It’s time for him to Happy Dance for someone else :(
Does your heart bleed for me? It would if you were Woo. Or, at least, your ears would bleed for me.
That mission is to play with every toy and fetch every ball in existence! She has oodles of toy drive, but she’s not over the top obsessive – if you throw it, she will run. If you put it away, she will lie down and go to sleep. A lovely balance of go-go-go-stop.
When she does go, she gives even Dexter “Speedy Gonzales” Morgan a run for his money because, much like him, she has zero concern for gravity, self preservation and inanimate objects in her pursuit of the Dumbball. She is more coordinated than he is, but she still went ass over tea kettle more than once trying to grab it before he could. The competition is very good for Dexter – he’s putting on his game face and going for the gold. When the two of them going thundering past for the ball, Piper and Tweed just give up!
Unique is the anti-West … she has a rock solid temperament, I can already see this. She likes people just fine, thank you, and they are even more awesome if they have a tennis ball to share. She likes other dogs just fine as well – not too interested in them, unless they are beating her to the ball. She gave Dexter ugly teeth for getting flirty, went belly up for TWoo and mightily respects Piper’s Queen Bitch status.
She sniffed noses politely with Carl and then ignored her. As we played ball for an hour before I brought her inside, she is now snoozing quietly on a mat by the fridge, which is the default Foster Zone for some reason. When you open the crate she hops right in, in the house or the car. She comes when she’s called, she sits politely when asked and all in all, she’s eased right on in.
right before I brushed out all that loose undercoat you can see there at her back end. Even when the brush snagged on a particularly tangly area, she stood and waited patiently because I asked her to. I then, sadly, had to cut off all of her marvelous pantaloons. Her ass end was so matted she looked like someone had glued a thick pile rug to her rear! Poor girl – she’s looking a little choppy and naked back there now.
I tell you, if I had room in my car for a crate the size she needs (she is a fair sized girl, standing almost equal height to Dex) I’d just hold onto her. If I were looking for another agility dog I’d hold onto her! She’s a real nice dog – I predict an application war for this one.