Today was Tweed’s Christmas day, lottery win and found-not-guilty-of-a-heinous-crime-by-a-jury-of-his-peers day all rolled into one fantabulous moment.
There is nothing in the whole world that Tweed likes better than itty bitty puppies. I do not understand why. He’s kinda anti-social by nature, choosy about both his human and canine friends, but give him a pile of puppies under the age of 5 weeks and he is in dog heaven.
The only thing that upsets him is that the puppies try to nurse from his wiener, and he doesn’t know what to do about this problem, so typically he gets up to run away, tip toes around the pen, makes ugly faces at one of the other dogs to redirect his rage, and then lays back down again. He is much more careful about the pups than their own mother is – he refuses to step on them. Unlike Ruth, who frequently squashes them, kicks them and even snaps at them when they show interest in her bones or food.
The other dogs have mixed feelings about the puppies. Dexter is not totally sure they aren’t squeaky toys and he eyes them with a mixture of both interest and disgust. I think it’s sorta like how teenagers look a little kids – reminds them too much of what they were just recently! Either way, he doesn’t interact them with at all, unless I pick one up.
Piper, as with all things that squeal, feels a mixture of maternal instinct, and Dr. Kevorkian-ism. She both wants to protect the squealing thing, and put it out of its misery, all at the same time. For this reason she does not want to go near the puppies, but she does not want anyone else to go near the puppies either.
The puppies are really turning into dogs now. No longer potatoes, they are responding to my voice, coming to visit me at the pen door, wrestling, wagging their tails and, most blissfully, climbing into my lap for naps!
They are starting to follow movement with their eyes now, and will face the camera for me.
Gosh they are super sweet, but they are so going to outgrow my Xpen in no time flat! They head off to their real foster home on Monday, and I admit I will miss them.
Mr. Woo will not miss them. I have no photo to document his feelings about puppies, because a photo of nothing would be very boring – he’s under the bed pouting.
As for TWooie …
… he’s in a crate in the bedroom, THINKING ABOUT WHAT HE’S JUST DONE! TWooie is the singularly most predatory dog I have ever owned. Last night he grabbed one of the pups out of the pen by its fur and tried to make off with it, no doubt to kill it. Thank doG they scream very loudly as I caught him in the act and removed the puppy from his evil jaws. Today while I was photographing the pups, he was getting much too close for comfort and I shoved him out of the way with my elbow. He responded by biting me in the arm, the f*cker. Colour me unimpressed.
And that’s not the only crappy thing that happened to me this week either! On my way home from work on Tuesday I was just siting in stopped traffic on the highway, thinking about changing the radio station, when two small cars and a giant pick up truck smashed into the backs of one another and they all smashed into the back of me! Assholes!! Fortunately, because while I am an aggressive driver, I am also a careful one, I was stopped far enough back from the car in front of me that I did not hit him. The impact was hard enough to shift all the dog crates about a foot forward, and poor TWooie’s crate was unanchored by bungie cords so it flew off the platform in my van into the back of my seat. Perhaps the impact rattled his brains, and this is why he chomped me today (he’d better hope so, for his sake!).
Everyone is fine, including me, except for a mildly sore back and neck. Even the van seems to have escaped unscathed, although I’m calling my insurance today to have them look at it just in case there’s damage I can’t see. Thank doG I had the brakes redone two weeks ago, huh?
That was a loooong commute home, as I had to call an ambulance for one of the other drivers, and then the police came etc. etc.
And Ruthie, by the way, is turning out to be a very nice dog. She’s gentle, and sweet, likes everyone she meets, is starting to be reliable about her recall, and is learning how to play with my other dogs. She’s a gem.
This weekend I will be photographing the Paws 2 Dance Gala, “Escape The Darkness,” at the Bell Center for the Performing Arts. It’s almost sold out, so if you would like to attend get your tickets soon!