Meet my latest project (because I do not have enough to do, apparently). This is Riddle.
Riddle was an unclaimed stray from work. Once her stray hold was up, we got her spayed and I brought her home with me to foster. We’ve named her Riddle because her mix is a mystery (even though I think I’m right and everyone else is wrong.)
I have decided she is a Border Terrier X Jack Russell Terrier – AKA “The Other Borderjack.”
She maybe 13″ at the shoulder, weighs about 15lbs soaking wet. She has the colouring of the Border Terrier, but the body style and head shape of a Jack. Here’s a photo of her size compared to Springaling (who is 15″ and 19lbs).
She’s a very mild mannered little thing so far, who is happiest when being cuddled. So far she finds my crew kind of terrifying, but potentially interesting as well. She doesn’t much care for being trampled when they thunder past en masse, but is learning to dodge and duck at opportune moments. She’s just finding her sea legs ;-)
I tried for a group shot, but since Riddle has no sit-stay yet, she kept getting up and Woo decided *every time* that if she was going to get up and get a liver cookie, he was going to beat her to it. This was the best I could get.
Riddle is between 1&2 years old, she is housebroken as near as I can tell, sleeps quietly in her crate and is very sweet and very athletic. Nice sport dog potential? And she is available for adoption through the District of North Vancouver Animal Shelter. You should adopt her!
You brought home ANOTHER terrier?!?!
Aren’t I enough terrier for you? *blink* *blink*
Terrier Schmerrier, I could take ‘er.
Mr. Orange. Hah. I love and hate this cat all at the same time. I love him because he came with us on our morning constitutional (as usual) and at one point he decided he didn’t feel like going any further, and therefore neither could anyone else, so he sat down in the middle of the path and glared. Unfortunately, the only individual who was on the wrong side of Mr. Orange was TWooie, who was afeared to pass him.
I hate him because last night he opened one of my kitchen cupboards and emptied it of all its contents, which were strewn across the floor. Mr. Orange, for some reason, thinks that food is hidden in plastic bags, so he also took Every. Single. Bag out of the plastic bag bag and inspected its (non existent) treasure.
I also hate him because he is a greedy pig and is making my other cats fat. I realize that sounds nonsensical, but it goes like this: I put out only raw food, and Mr. Orange eats both bowls in one sitting, and leaves the other cats starving. So I started putting out kibble as well, so that all cats could snack at their leisure. Alas, Donut and Carl eat all the kibble in one sitting, since they know they are not going to get any raw with Orange around. And kibble makes cats fat. And then Mr. Orange is hungry because he at all the raw food a while back, and his fat sisters ate all the kibble, so he empties my cupboards of their contents looking for food. Now I have 3 fat cats, and a messy house.
Want me to take him out for you?
Ack! He looked at us! Run away, run away!
That cat’s going to drive both of us to drink.
Does anyone else feel like it’s a “bit(s)” cold?
Poor Tweedles. Now that he is going on 12 years, he has a case of “old man weiner” – you know, how senior male dogs’ bits start to sag? Gravity gets the best of them? His weiner is low-ridin’ these days.
Otherwise, he is in great muscly shape.
But he lacks my taut, lithe physique. I am whipjack, admire me.
The dogs are happy that it’s my ‘weekend’ as they get to see me in daylight. Now that the time has changed, it’s dark when we go out in the morning, and dark when I get home and we go out in the evening. They were starting to forget what I looked like.
Zomg. Did Tweed just call me fat?
Ha ha ha! I’m not fat.
Alas, I am going to use some of today’s daylight to go run some errands before class tonight, so I’m wrapping this up. But before I go, what do you think Riddle is? And when can I expect to see your application to adopt her? ;-)
Yeah, cuz this town ain’t big enough for the two of us.