Yesterday the sun came out for the WHOLE DAY. Lucky us!! We went to the beach with sister Ginny, and cousins Jenn and Luna. In a fit of either optimism or false confidence, I decided to bring TWooie along as well. East Beach is huge, so it is easy to avoid strange dogs when necessary (which is always, with TWooie) but I hoped that since TWoo has met all these dogs before, he’d be relatively well behaved.
Except for one incident with Luna, he managed to restrain himself reasonably well.
Personally, I think TWooie was just so confused by the mass of writhing, racing, tumbling border collies that he couldn’t tell them apart and decided it was safer to pretend he liked them all than risk fighting with one he knows and he likes. But whatever works! We had two lovely hours of playtime, and TWooie didn’t try to kill anyone.
Well, except for this crab.
In my short time with the TWoo, I have learned there is really nothing at all in the world he will not eat, if he suspects at all that it is edible.
Fresh seafood? Why not?
The crab was not going down without a fight.
Crab: Put me down, you freak!
And, as is typical for the TWoo, once he had secured the crab in his mouth, he ran away to bury it. Which is exactly what the crab wanted, and was trying to do to itself when TWooie found it in the first place. I didn’t know crabs bury themselves to hide themselves, and now I wonder how many cabs I have unknowingly stepped on whilst at the beach.
Surprisingly, Twooie never hurt the crab at all – he was very gentle when picking it up and carrying it around. But I figured that, photo ops not withstanding, it was probably unpleasant for Mr. Crab to be carried around like that, so I liberated it and Auntie Cathie distracted TWooie with cookies, which he liked better because they don’t fight back.
TWooie: more fun than all the other dogs combined.
Dexter had a super time at the beach as well. He LOVES his sister Ginny so very much. And I realized yesterday as well that he seems to have mostly outgrown his assholiness with other puppies. Even when this little dreamboat came strolling over:
His only real concern was that his sister Ginny seems to share his toy hoarding tendencies: unlike the other dogs, who get a toy and bring it to some human foot and drop it for it to be thrown again, the Peanut family seems to be obsessed with getting a toy and keeping that toy at all costs. Which means that she was competition for any toy in play.
But what goes around, comes around.
I notice that in the comments, several of you have commented on what appears to be Wootie’s slimmed-down physique. It’s true – Wootie has lost his hibernating winter weight and is once again trim and lithe.
He, TWooie and Tweed have all been on a diet and it’s working very well, although like all Aussies everywhere, the three of them are convinced they are being starved to death.
And not just because of the sun, and the beach, and the good company. I have an even better reason for my improved frame of mind.
Even after two hours of playing Dumbball at the beach, Tweed went to agility class last night and played for the full hour, and he ROCKED it. He limped almost not at all, he was fast and responsive and by golly, he even won the final timed round by a full second – he beat all the other dogs in both classes. And this morning, he is 100% A-OKAY.
Regionals, here we come! Woot!