It does crazy things to The Flamboyance ™. It’s like the gossamer tendrils of young love.
So high winds mean high waves. For the first time in a long time, we had
WATERWALL
There’s a dog in that there waterwall, btw. It sounds like this: “AAAGGGHHH!!!!”
Poor Piper. The waves just chewed her up and spit her out.
*Glub*glub*glub*
At least she went in! Tweed is just a garden variety chickenshit. He refuses to go in the big waves since the big Waterwall Washout of ’07.
He pretends like he’s thinking about braving the surf …
And then he puts on a little dance of bravado for the crowds …
But ultimately, he just runs like stink in the other direction, and waits for his ball to wash up on the sand.
I didn’t even take The Wootie Toy out of the plastic bag. I know he won’t jump in those waves, another casualty of the ’07 Waterwall Washout. Instead, he found a playmate.
A very cute playmate. I believe it was another borderjack, like Tempus. Unlike Tempus however, this one didn’t make me break out into a cold sweat.
She’s pretty cute, no?
Every day, pretty much, we go to the beach or the park. And while we are there, Sport does this:
And sometimes he does this:
At 16 years old, he is not exactly a high maintenance dog. Except when it comes to eating. Sport says that pretty well all food sucks. Sometimes he will deign to ingest some raw food, or some cleverly marketed kibbles, so that I stop nagging at him, but for the most part he has to be force fed. Which, btw, he isn’t all that happy about, but like everything else, he tolerates without complaint.
Even without complaint, he is good at making his feelings obvious:
Before I put the kibbles there, he looked like this:
When I told Tweed he could not have any of the kibbles, he looked like this:
When I told Noodles he couldn’t have any kibbles, he ignored me, and helped himself anyway. At least he had the decency to be quasi-sneaky about it.
Sport is a great old dog. Unless you are another dog, he is very good natured. He likes all people and the cat may as well not exist. He tries really hard to please. I wish he would eat though. I understand that sometimes old dogs just lose their appetites, kind of like people. And then again, it could be something more sinister as well. But either way, I’ll keep trying to get food into him and maybe he will put on a little weight. It’s hard to tell from the photos, but he really is disgustingly thin. And I’m not letting him go down without a fight!
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