Mona the Mama has gotten a lot happier though. She is a little more relaxed about her babes and a little happier in general.
We still aren’t sure what Mona is. The Catahoula people say she is an Aussie mix. The Aussie people say she is a Catahoula or Catahoula mix. Mona exists in a land between breeds, where no one can hear her calling. I guess that’s why Border Collie Rescue ended up with her.
Cookie Uncle came to see the puppies last night. He introduced one to Tweed.
“Mmmmm, tastes like chicken.”
He also said that the puppies were, and I quote, “boring.” Apparently he thought they’d be riding elephants and recreating the second season of Le Cirque Du Soleil for his visit.
I didn’t think they were boring at all. In fact, I thought they were quite amusing, especially when one of them peed on Cookie Uncle. It’s very very funny to see a 200 lb man shrieking “It tinkled! It tinkled!”
So they are getting quite huge and incredibly mobile as well, for creatures that are unable to walk. Today I put them in the coffee table* while I cleaned out the Xpen and one of them busted loose and made a break for it.
Hmmm … they ARE kinda boring, aren’t they? I am sure in two or three weeks I will regret that statement.
1) Red Dog goes for surgery on Monday to remove the half-a-tooth remaining in his mouth after he snapped the one off fence fighting with Mona. I hate putting him under at his age, but since he has the immune system of a Great Abyss of Nothing, that hole in his face needs to be fixed up. So wish him well.
2) Earlier this week at the beach, I witnessed an episode of “When Idiots Collide.
Tweed ran smack into this dog:
with an audible “BANG.” After much whimpering from both of them, we went our separate ways. Now Tweed is having some difficulty getting one of his legs to cooperate with simple things like, oh, motion and weight bearing.
I thought puppy fostering brought about GOOD karma???