You can tell TWooie didn’t grow up in this house, because he’s no fan of the camera.
More Wootie-TWOoie Connection evidence:
Yesterday we stopped at the dog park on the way home from Dexter’s foundation class and both brothers went a-huntin’. It was like seeing double … wherever went Wootie, right behind him went TWooie, little dainty paws prancing a thousand miles a minute as they dashed after wabbits….pause…stand really straight with one paw up … scan area with big eyes … dash away again. It was eerie. They even walk the same.
Poor lonely red Tweed. He’s feeling so left out he wouldn’t even pose for the camera.
For my Ontario peeps – tell me if you have ever seen a “dude” type veterinarian who shows up on a local Toronto area TV show spouting nonsense about dog behaviour. I think he said his name is Auckland? Ackland? Something like that. I’ve never met a vet before who looks like a surfer, and I couldn’t find him on the internetz, so I’m just curious if he actually exists. He tried to show me some “dominance” moves to put TWooie in a “calm passive state” (please insert eyeroll here) and when I would not hand TWooie over to this *coughcharlatancough* stranger, he grabbed his head, roughed up his ears and stuck his nose right on TWooie’s forehead and went “aghablaghaooohhblah.” Seems like a wise move for ‘behaviourist’ to do to a strange rescue dog who just got off an airplane, no? (please insert more eye rolling here).
in all its Spring shedding glory!