This afternoon we took a trip out to Dog Heaven in Ladner to walk the poocheroonis. The weather started out kind of sour, but soon turned quite lovely. DH is gorgeous at this time of year.
It was also the land of plenty. We came home overflowing with juicy and tiny little plums:
And loads of the sweet purpley goodness that are blackberries:
Like the world’s most awesome, and totally free, farmer’s market. They even had frogs available.
How cool is that? And, umm, what kind of frog is that? All I know is that as I asked Auntie Jackie “think it’s poisonous?” I was already reaching for it. My sense of danger is smarter than my brain-body connection, apparently.
But anyway, back to the blackberries, the inspiration for today’s title.
Today I watched Tweed work something out in his little pee brain: he watched us pick blackberries and put them in our little buckets. He watched the other dogs get fed blackberries from the little buckets. A lightbulb turned over his fuzzy head.
Hmmmm …. I haz an idea ….
He then decided to bypass the middleman (ie, the buckets) and help himself to blackberries right off the plant.
Nom.
Now I know lots of dogs eat plants out of the garden and whatnot, and even Woo has helped himself to blackberries from time to time. What was interesting to me was watching Tweed’s brain work out the connection between the purple yumyums in the bucket and the source – he glanced from me to the bucket a few times, then from the bucket to the plant, then he left the crowd o’canines jostling at my feet and headed straight for the blackberries on the vine and started chowing down. That’s deductive reasoning!
Previous to this, the blackberry bushes were just annoyances that tried to grab his wiener when he lifted his leg for a whiz.
Yay! I am so smart!
Me too! Wait, what?
Dog Heaven is a great place to walk the dogs, but it’s a pretty far drive just to canoodle with the canines. Don’t you wonder what we were doing way out there?
The berry bushes are that way, guys. Why are you walking away from them?
Well, I woke up this morning and decided that more than anything in the world, I needed some Peanuts. In fact, I was absolutely determined to lay my eyes on 8 peanuts before noon.
Lucky for me, Tess the TDBCR foster dog, had 8 peanuts to share!
Meet Lucy, Sally, Patty, Linus, Charlie, Spike, Schroeder and Franklin!
ZOMG!
Tess had her puppies this past Sunday – 3 females, 5 males, all perfect and wonderful little tri colours.
She is being a great mum – a little confused and stressed, but mostly doing wonderfully.
What happened here? As doG as my witness, I will never have sex again!
Well that’s true. Tess is going to be spayed once her pups are weaned, and then she’ll want a home of her own too.
In the meantime, she is working hard at keeping her little Peanuts safe.
Enough photos. Take facebox and vamonos plz.
I’m rather partial to this little gentleman, Linus:
But they are ALL lovely!
The other 4 boys:
And the little ladies:
I WANT ONE!
You might too – but please, we are not accepting applications for the puppies yet. It will be several more weeks before they are old enough for us to start finding them homes. Also, I need time to find a new home for me so I can have first pick ;-) *sigh* If only that were true.
So. Much. Want.
Oh hai! Don’t mind me, I’m just passing through this entry …
