Except for Piper.
She calls me an obnoxious little usurping bitch.
And TWooie sometimes calls me “Get the eff away from me!”
But why do they call me Spring? Oh hey, a ball!
Oh hey! Another ball!
Wootie’s got some competition in the Big Air department!
And he’s pretending he doesn’t care. Today he chose to stay earthbound, and demand – at top volume – that I kick his Fifa for him.
Wootie has some amazing personal qualities. One of the lesser known ones is his ability to move his nose independent of the rest of his face, to an astonishing degree:
I’m thinking this is not normal. I’ve never seen another dog who can move its nose around like Woo can, while his face remains stationary. Can any of your dogs do this??
Sorry for the poor quality. My telephoto lens is, ever so slowly, givin’ up the ghost. The motor appears to be dying by degrees, so it’s becoming harder and harder to focus on action, especially if the light is poor (ie a grey day). This is the perfect excuse to justify the purchase of a new, better telephoto (mine is something like 8 years old and has seen a LOT of action). However, Dexter has eaten up all my new-lens savings.
I LOVE eating things! Especially underpants!
Less than two weeks until the Big Snip … I scheduled his surgery for two days after the Cliffies trial, so we’d have one last chance to play before what I assume will be a long recovery from his very invasive neuter.
My very invasive WHAT THE EFF?!?!
Not a moment too soon either, I’d say. My dogs have been very spoiled over the holidays, often coming to work with me en masse, or much shorter days alone than they are accustomed to, as traffic was so light that my commute was a lot quicker. So on the first day back to work on a long day, with a heavier commute, I gather tensions were building at home in my absence, and Dexter and TWoooie engaged in what can only be described as The Great Pissing Match of 2012.
*Somebody* or somebodies (Dexter does not always act alone) lifted his/their leg on damn near everything in the house and claimed it for his/their own. When he/they ran out of vertical surfaces, special attention was paid to dog beds, and I was gifted with some urine soaked cushions and one extra special deposit of a large dump in Spring’s crate bed. Ah yes. I have dogs WHY again, exactly?
When I walked in the door, I was greet by one face that was very defiant:
And one that was very nervous.
And then, once I’d scrubbed all the urine off the house, and did umpteen loads of dog bed laundry, and collapsed into bed, I was awoken at 3AM by the sound of shattering glass. My floating shelf above the sliding door, which holds – held – my collection of border collie and sheep stuff, came loose from the wall and sent much of it hurtling to the floor. Fortunately, quite a lot of it landed on the dog beds below, but some of it shattered into a kajillion pieces. There is no joy in my soul that comes of vacuuming up glass and porcelain at 3AM.
I could tell you about chasing naughty TWooie through the swamp the other morning at 5:30AM as he chased a naughty beaver, but I think you get the idea. 2012 is not off to an auspicious start!
I’m going to my happy place now.
Or I could just go admire Tweed, blowin’ in the wind.
But actually I am going to agility class, to face the wrath of The Sadist. Not that I’ve done anything specific to incite his ire, he’s just mean :)
Spring has taken Piper’s spot in class, as Piper’s knees can no longer take jumping. Don’t tell her though, she’ll be heartbroken. I bring her to class early and let her play on the equipment for 10 minutes or so, so she thinks she did something.
I don’t think she’s falling for it, Food Lady.
Shut up Woo. Or TWooie’ll bite you in the pants!