Me and you, and you and me.
The only one for me is you, and you for me.
I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you, for all my life.
So happy together …
HEY HEY HEY… WHOA…not THAT happy, TWooie!
Class, does anyone want to tell me what TWooie did wrong there?
I do I do! He tried to touch Wootie in his naughty place!
I feel dirty.
Yeah, well, I feel like a big a$$hole :( Piper had her ACL surgery on Wednesday and she was so obviously in so much pain when I brought her home. I felt like I had done something terrible to her, even though the part of my brain that isn’t instructing my hand to wipe away my sniffles knows it’s for a good reason. She just looks so vulnerable and sad and lonely in her XPen in my bedroom. I don’t want to move her into the main room where we spend most of our time because she gets up to “enforce” the house rules too often. Mostly, she wants Kieren to JUST LIE DOWN FOR 10 FREAKIN’ SECONDS ALREADY.
It’s gonna be a long two months.
To make things worse, last night I left her a frozen stuffed Kong when I went to agility class. When I got home like over 3 hours later, she was sitting in her Xpen with the saddest expression ever, because the Kong had gotten stuck on her bottom jaw and because the stupid cone was on her head, she couldn’t use her paws to pry it off. Who knows how long she’d been sitting there like that?
I tried to give her a frozen pork bone instead this morning when I took the other dogs out for a run, but I caught her wandering around the XPen burying it in her blankets, so I swapped it out for another frozen Kong and this time I removed her head cone . Only to find she had chewed off half her bandages instead of eating her Kong.
Did I mention it’s going to be a long two months?
But at least the weather seems to be improving. Last week it monsooned for some many days in a row that my property turned into a lake. Which was fun for doggies:
(and Kieren is getting over his fear of water)
But not so fun for my hydro bill, what with all the dog laundry I had to do. You have no idea how many towels it takes to de-mudify and dry off 8 dogs! Then you gotta wash all those towels and repeat after the next walk.
Today was gorgeous, sunny and warm. We played outside for so long that I even managed to poop out Kieren, which is saying something. All the pooches are tuckered out after 2.5 hours of frisbee and running around.
Even left-out singleton Tweed, who is the only dog who doesn’t have a double. Although he is one of a kind, so it doesn’t seem to bother him too much.
Winter is getting his terrier on. Last week he learned to play fetch, which made him very pleased with himself. But he’s not sure yet that the point of Dumbball is the joy of getting the ball; he seems to think the point is to bring every toy back to The Food Lady for cookies or praise, even if it means stealing it from someone else.
The stocky little terrierblob that I brought home a few short weeks ago has morphed into a sleek, muscley little beast that eats more food every day than Tweed does just to keep his ribs from poking out, and who can almost keep up with his sister/daughter/wife when she’s running flat out. And she’s FAST.
He’s becoming a real dog so quickly that I can’t even tell them apart sometimes.
He’s nearly ready to be listed for adoption – we just need to get past the housebreaking block. He no longer leg lifts in the house just because he can, but he does still periodically pee inside when he feels the need to go. He just needs to learn how to ask and/or to hold it. His impulse control could use a little work too but he is, after all, a terrier.
As for Kieren, he’s totally ready to be listed. I’vejustbeensobusyandstuffthat’shwyIhaven’tlistedhimyepthat’sit.
I started teaching him some agility equipment before class starts every week and he can now jump, do the tire, do the A-Frame and the Dogwalk. And each piece of equipment took him exactly one repetition to learn. HE’S SO SMART!! And fun! And adorable! WHY CAN’T I HAVE ONE!!!
Stupid smart fun sweet good looking dog anyway.
He’ll probably get adopted lickity split, and I’ll end up holding nothing but a cracked out weasel aka terrier.
Now I must go spend some time with my poor be-Xpenned baby beanie so she doesn’t feel so alone. Happy sunny days, friends!