Okay, so it’s not Valentine’s Day anymore. Just pretend. I’m a busy Food Lady and time gets away from me.
We got quite a lot of snow where I live, so I brought my camera along on our hike, thinking to get some dogs-in-snow photos, but there was hardly any snow where we hiked. It was oddly warm out, and melting faster than the ground could keep up with (my driveway was basically a swimming pool when got home) so mostly it’s just photos of dogs being mostly wet.
Check out The Silly! He’s growing so fast – he’s almost as tall as Peetie is already! And starting to look more like a dog and less like a puppy. Until he does something …well, silly.
He’s a pretty great puppy. He’s goofy and kinda laid back, but he’s got a great work ethic and is a little bit bossy/demanding when he wants something, but he’s learning to curb that a bit. He also has a weird (kinky??) fondness for shoes, which I love a little less, but he doesn’t eat them, he just stashes them all over the house so that I am forever looking for a shoe’s mate. The funniest thing is that he *worships* Old Lady Mad Teeth(tm) and falls all over himself bowing to her and licking her when she comes in from one of her (prednisone-induced many) staggering, lost-in-a-fog pees. She, of course, “hates” him and get all pissed off, but it’s the most animation I see from her these days, so it warms my heart.
Piper is actually doing okay – better than I’d hoped after weeks of no improvement, but not as wonderful as before this latest episode. But the prednisone has made enough of a difference that I’m pleased. My vet says it is possible that she has a brain tumour, which is sad, but in a way is better – I mean, I would rather she has something tangible that will eventually lead to making a decision I cannot question, rather than just kind of falling apart for no reason, and her physical health waxing and waning, because that makes it much harder to make a decision, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, right now she seems relatively happy. The snow pleased her very much, because her whole life, her most favouritest game EVER has been for me to kick snow in her face so she can jump up and bite at it. Her front legs don’t really leave the ground anymore when we do this, but she still is thrilled. She is also – for a dog who can barely walk – remarkably able to stay on her feet when she indulges in a game of tug with one of the other dogs. I am continually shocked at just how determined she is – she NEVER loses a game of tug, even when she plays with the Grim Reaper of tugging (AKA Peetie) who will tug so fiercely that a) she nearly kills the dog on the other end of the toy and b) will actually kill toys in her quest to win the game. But she never wins against tiny 25lbs of old lady Piper dog!
Peetie herself remains resolutely annoying AF. We’ve had a couple of incidents lately of her fighting with my other dogs – she started a brawl with Winter recently, and then she decided to fight Spring (who fights terriers? Honestly). In both cases, I have no doubt that the terriers instigated it in some backhanded way … Winter was, if I recall, laying on a dog bed growling for no good reason (because Winter = weird). And Spring was standing behind me in my computer chair when the Peetie-and-Silly roiling ball of play bumped into the chair and Spring snarked at them. But the worrisome thing is that rather than just giving the offender a wide berth, which is the preferred course of action in this house (I mean, when you have this many dogs, someone is always getting snippy about their personal space) she launched at the dog and started a brawl. I DON’T find this acceptable (especially when I’m in the chair they are brawling in!). And a couple of times since I have found her side-eyeing and bristling at Spring, which I also DON’T find acceptable. As such, I have been chatting up a former adopter of mine who is potentially interested in adopting Peetie. She doesn’t have any terriers, and just one other elderly dog. It might be a good fit. It’s funny because Peetie is actually super social with other dogs 99.9% of the time and happily greets and plays with anyone new, but I just can’t have her scrapping with my terriers. I guess she’s just maturing, and maybe she isn’t cut out for a multi-dog household. And I am sure Dexter won’t miss her biting his back legs whenever he is in motion, a habit I cannot break stupid Peetie of.
The puppy would miss her, and I would too, but only because she’s good at keeping him entertained when I’m busy ;-) The other day I gave Silly a smoked chicken foot someone gave me a package of, because he was gallumping around the house being generally irritating and there was still an hour to go before we left for hiking. Peetie wanted that smoked chicken foot REAL bad, but there’s one thing Silly is pretty firm about and that’s that One Does Not Try To Take His Food. Even FightyPeetie knows better than that. So she weighed her options after staring at him for a while, and finally decided to offer him something in trade. What Peetie finds valuable, and what other dogs find valuable, are not always the same thing … so Peetie tried to trade him the smoked foot for an empty food bowl. Worse, she tried to trade him his own empty food bowl. He may be Silly, but he’s not stupid, and he did not fall for it ;-)
Springaling is no worse for wear after her scrap with Peetie, though she was a bit extra clingy for a couple of days, because for all her terrier snark, she is a very sensitive and emo little creature. But I found her a new jacket at the thrift store, so she’s stylin’ at least.
Everyone else is pretty much as you’d expect. Dexter is getting soooo deaf now …. the other day he was napping on my bed and I walked by the bedroom, popped in to give him a smooch on the head and I startled him so bad he jerked awake and bashed me right in the nose. **stars** Also, apparently I can never, ever get a photo of him without his tongue hanging out, so I have just given up even trying.
The WooTWoo are getting old :( I always think of them as kind of ageless, but lately I have noticed that TWooie loses his footing / balance sometimes – like I bumped him with my knee the other day and he just … fell over. And Wootie is either losing his hearing, or losing his desire to bother listening to what I have to say – it’s really tough to tell which one it is. It’s very possible that in his advanced age he just doesn’t give a shit about listening to me. At least he still makes for pretty portraiture:
Whereas his brother just gives me stink eye.
Addy “my legs fell asleep!” Pants remains her delightfully naughty self :) These are her ‘THERE’S A RABBIT!!” ears, which are ridiculous.
And this is Alfie, just because I liked this photo (drool not withstanding)
I could probably blog some more (and will!) but I also have to get ready to go to work, so instead I will just leave you with this valentine’s gift of a group photo (minus Silly, who has no “stay” yet, and Piper, who was at home). But since it’s the day after Valentine’s, I’ll give it to you for 50% off ;-)