These cement pipes are stacked at the back of my neighbours’ property and I have always wanted to photograph my dogs in them, so today I did!
Another week at work is done. The days are long, because the commute is something awful! It feels like everyone in the sticks is going the same place I am, every day. But its worth it, because the job is really fun! Yesterday I got to go on some ride-alongs with one of our Animal Welfare Officers to see what it is they do all day (besides criticize my painfully slow grasp of our complicated computer program). One of the calls was to investigate a possible injured bird at a nearby off leash park. We walked down the path and then suddenly this little fledgling pigeon came running around the corner “peep peep peeping” and ran, literally, straight into my hands, and then cuddled up to my chest. Baby pigeons are supposed to be shy, but this one wasn’t!! This is not him, but he looked exactly like this:
I dropped him off at the Burnaby Lake Wildlife Rescue Center on my way home from work, where he will be raised by volunteers and then released among other pigeons.
Poor TWooie. The past two weeks I have been bringing the dogs with me to work, where they hang out in their crates in the van. I thought this was preferable to Race being crated for 11 or 12 hours a day at home without a pee break while I worked/commuted. But TWooie does not like being at the shelter at all – perhaps the memory of living in one is a little too recent, because he won’t even get out of the van to pee when I take them out on my lunch break. Poor little guy. Also, one of the Welfare Officers thinks that TWoo gave him the stink eye once, and is evil. I can’t imagine how anyone could think TWooie is evil!
After a week of wearing pantyhose on her head (to keep her ear flat to her head: there are blood vessels very close to the surface of the ear, and if she shook her head with those stitches in, she could have developed a hematoma on her ear, so it had to be immobilized) she’s starting to heal up nicely. It still looks pretty ugly though:
Our biggest challenge at the moment is his love of doing ALL THE EQUIPMENT ALL THE TIME. He’ll take the teeter over and over and over again if I don’t watch him, or he’ll just go run his own course. He absolutely loves the contact obstacles, and he loves praise, so every time we learn something new he wants to go do it a bunch of times in a row, or else he wants to get through it as fast as he can so he can go take a contact obstacle. He’s so funny to run with! The Sadist just loves him to pieces, and thinks he is so sweet. Obviously, The Sadist does not read my blog.
A while back I mentioned that I was kind of concerned about this Tweed-Dexter thing they’ve been doing on walks, but after some observation, I have come the conclusion that they both just really enjoy this game. I holler “THIS WAY” and Tweed takes off after Dex, who runs like the wind but not *quite* fast enough to outpace Tweed. Tweed goes in for the strike, and Dex throws himself on the ground and snaps his jaws at Tweed. I was worried they were working themselves into an actual brawl, but on the few occasions where Tweed has made contact with Dex, Dex yelps and Tweed covers him in smooches. Nobody ever seems to get angry, just Mad Teethy™ so I’m going to let them continue to play.
Tomorrow Race goes to his new home, just in time for my next foster dog to arrive. I have to say, I really wanted a break after Race as I feel like I’ve had back to back fosters forever, and I wanted to concentrate on TWoo. But nobody else seems to be able to take in a dog right now, so I have a 10 month old male coming to stay for a while.