I keep forgetting to post this little surprise we recently received…a woman I know ordered a tunnel from NTI Global and when it arrived, she thought the dog on the label looked *mighty* familiar, so she saved the tag for me.
How cool is that? *chuffed*. Of course, they couldn’t have chosen a dog with more athleticism, more poise, more grace …
Actually we’ve been doing lots of agility practice lately, because while (as you can see) the buttercups have returned with a vengeance:
and I’ve not had time to mow, the rest of the property is 1000 times worse. It’s a jungle full of dog eating plants.
Did you say DOG EATING plants?
Yes, Tweed, dog eating plants.
Well don’t just stand there, help me!!
We tried to go for a walk on the back of the property today and this was all I could see in front of me.
I imagine it to be absolutely teeming with spiders and other unpleasant bugs, so I just can’t convince myself to fight through it. Worse, it’s chock full of grass seed right at nose level.
When the dogs go crashing through it they come out looking like this:
Walking seed pods.
And all that plant life rubbing up against them might explain this:
That’s Dexter’s chest and legs, missing a lot of hair and looking very raw. And this is a week after I discovered the oozing hives, and treated it with a liberal application of cortizone cream and a jaunty pink sweater from the donation bin at work to keep him from licking and scratching at it. My poor little guy :(
It’s a method I also intend to try on TWooie as well.
No you won’t. I won’t wear clothes.
And, of course, Wootie is bleeding copiously from the ears, hunting as he does in the pokies.
…with TWooie barking away merrily behind him.
It’s getting almost impossible to find anywhere to take photos these days. On Tuesday it was a brilliant, warm, sunny day and we went to the beach with Auntie Fiona, Rogue and Tempus … and I forgot the memory card for my camera. What a rookie mistake! :( So there are no photos of that. There are also no photos of me chasing a coyote across the acreage in my pajamas from earlier this week when she came up to investigate my chickens at 11pm. Nor are there photos of my landlord pissing himself laughing as he watched me racing across the acreage in houseshoes and polka dotted flannel pajamas yelling my head off at the poor thing. And for that I am grateful.
I am also grateful for Tweed, and his mad posing skills :)
I am about to do a crazy long stretch of working days, so wanted to get in a last post before that happens. Also, it’s Dexter’s 22nd month birthday today. In two months he will be two years old. I cannot even begin to believe it … how did that happen so fast?!
Happy 22 month birthday Dexter Morgan!
He’s sure come a long way from this, huh?
(2.5 months old)