They’re 6 weeks old or so now, and living up to their candy names – they are sweet sweet sweet!
One applicant decided to instead buy a puppy from a notice board pinned in a shop :( And one applicant who is waffling on taking one at all, and another who is coming to meet them tonight and then Henry or Pixie will be spoken for.
And it looks like one of the puppy applicants decided instead to adopt Ruthie, if all goes well! She was taking her out for a walk when I was visiting, so no new photos of Ruth.
THAT rolled in something completely and utterly disgusting before work yesterday, so THAT got a pre-breakfast bath.
The TWoo is really testing my patience these days. All that confidence building we have been doing has paid off , and I have created a self confident beast who don’t gotta listen to The Man, no how, no way. If he were a parrot, the first words I’d teach him to say would be “up yours, lady” since that’s what he’s basically telling me every day anyway. His new favourite game is to run out the front door and launch himself straight at the chickens just to make them freak out. Then when I call him, he gets very tall, looks me in the eye, turns his back on me and walks away.
He also doesn’t want to get in the car anymore, since he doesn’t like coming to work and spending the whole day in the van. He takes his sweet time actually arriving at the vehicle, and then he refuses to get in. And when he does finally get in, he refuses to get in his crate, which requires me to wrestle with him every day (he’s surprisingly strong for a 25lb dog). I don’t really blame him, but I also don’t want to leave him and the other dogs home alone for 11 hours. I prefer to bring them, and take them to a local park for exercise after work, so we miss the rush hour commute home, and also so I can potty them and play a quick game of fetch for 20 minutes at lunch.
I used to bring them into the office with me by turns, but The WooTWoo spends the entire time tormenting the guinea pigs on the desk, or harassing Loopy Lou the cockatiel. TWooie’s method of harassment is to BARKBARKBARK, and nobody wants to hear that, so he doesn’t get to come inside anymore. And besides, I have a little buddy that hangs out with me up front these days, because I don’t want to leave him in his kennel all day. I iz a softie, and although I’m not one for little smooshy faced dogs too much, I feel bad for Storm.
So I dress him in a little sweater, and try to convince everyone who comes into the shelter to adopt him. He came in with another little-ish dog who has since been adopted, and now he’s all alone :( Maybe you want him? He’s pretty mellow – he just sits on my desk beside my computer and watches me type, like a hairy little gargoyle. I’m very fond of him.
And if you’re going to be selfish and not adopt any of the dogs I keep shoving in your face, the least you could do is come out and get your dog(s)’ photo taken with Santa, to raise funds for rescue. Jen of Mambo Mutts Photography and myself are taking photos with Santa on Sunday, December 12th, at Triple Tree Nursery in Maple Ridge. All the proceeds go to TDBCR and toward her foster dog Zara’s vet bills. Zara is a very old, blind Malamute who will spend the rest of her life in foster care with Jen:
So come on out, support rescue, and get a great photo of your doggies with Santa!!