Yes, they are doing exactly what you think they are doing, with exactly what you think they are doing it with!
TWooie hunted a mole. And he was happy.
Then others coveted his mole, and he was mad.
Don’t touch my mole, beeyatch!
Then there was the aforementioned tug-a-mole.
Then Piper had a mole, and SHE was happy. Etc.
We went for a three hour walk around Pitt Lake this afternoon with Jen of Mambomutts, and her dogs Nyxie and Tucker. The scenery is beautiful, and such a perfect backdrop for photos, so you’d think I’d take more than a handful when I go. But somehow I just never do.
At one point there is a very tall dock. Until now, TWooie has been too scared to walk out on the dock, but today he was running back and forth across it like an old pro.
I do so love a happy, care-free TWoo!
He even made his peace with Nyxie, mostly because she scared up a beaver and gave chase. Usually TWoo follows Woo around waiting for him to rustle up something fun to hunt, like a rabbit. But a beaver is WAY bigger, and WAY better, so he now thinks the Hunting Gods smile upon Nyx, and she is worth following around like a little man servant. No grumbling, snarking, snarling or fighting at all today. He’s really come so far with other dogs!
The best part of today was Dexter swimming though…he runs down the bank and leaps into the water on command, while I sit on the dock and laugh and laugh at him, because for some reason the water and/or swimming makes him ANGRY. LIVID! He snarls and snaps and bites at the water as he paddles along. I have no photos of this phenomenon because I was laughing way too hard, but Jen may have gotten some. Check back for an update, as I will post her photos of Chompy Von Waterhater as soon as she sends them along :) I can’t figure out what’s behind *that* particular behaviour – any ideas? Does your dog snap and snarl and bite at the water as he swims? It’s like he’s angry at it for being water, and not the ground.
Don’t laugh at me, I’m in the water so I’m pissed off.
Sorry for the short and kind of pointless post, but I have to work again for a bunch of days in a row, so I won’t be around again until next week. That’s the problem with being an auxiliary employee … you end up taking shifts at the last minute when they need you. I have not had two consecutive days off in a couple of weeks now, as I keep getting called into the other shelter on random days, or covering for folks at my regular gig, but a girl’s gotta save her pennies for Dexter’s neuter somehow, right?
Before I go, though, here’s my plea – help me find an awesome, Doberman-savvy home for Stryder, who is a guest at the DNV Shelter and really needs a home of his own. I LUFF this dog. LOVE HIM. He is a typical, goofy, moronic, snuggly adolescent doberman male when he knows and loves you, but also a typical guardy Dobe when he doesn’t, or when he’s behind a fence. Unfortunately, shelter dogs spend a lot of time behind fences; no way around that.
Even more unfortunately, his fierce looking cropped-and-docked countenance is attracting all the wrong sorts of applicants, who are looking for something scary to take home and then stand behind a fence and be intimidating. Stryder deserves so much better … I love this dog so very much, and want so badly for him to find a Dobe-experienced home with someone who can help socialize him and will do something with his brain, which is soaking up everything like a sponge! If I were not already way way past my dog limit, and if I didn’t think TWoo would kill him, I’d bring him home myself. And I work in a shelter – I am not prone to taking-home-every-dog whims (this goes away real fast when you work in a shelter, because there are just so many darned dogs). I just REALLY like this guy. Please, spread the word to your friends and help us find Stryder the perfect home for him!
Have a good weekend!
ETA – as promised, here’s a compilation of photos by Jen of Mambomutts, of Dexter “hating” the water. WTF? Why are all my dogs so weird??