I’m going to begin today’s blog post by telling you all that Addy was so excited about her dinner tonight that she inhaled it.
So she choked. Her ground duck and green beans went down the wrong pipe. She couldn’t breathe. The big old slimy mass of foodstuffs was stuck in her throat but apparently her own gag reflex wasn’t enough to bring it back up to earth (my sofa). So you know what she did? She howled. It was the saddest, thinnest little sound you’ve ever heard.
So you know what I did – I opened her skinny face and jammed my finger down there and dislodged it. She immediately upchucked it onto my sofa and then cheerfully reconsumed it, lest one of her siblings steal her double-dip bounty. At least she chewed it this time.
Never a dull moment ’round here.
And as I apparently thrive on chaos, I now have TWO high-octane puppies in my “house.”
The big puppy is on a leash, because he is a naughty ADHD run-away puppy. The little puppy is the Police and The Discipline of Everything so she routinely makes sure he can’t sneak away by holding onto his leash. Also, he might run off with her frisbee, and that’s Not Okay.
Meet Crazy Miss Maisie, 15 weeks of DON’T STOP ALWAYS GO.
A very nice lady was filling up her gas tank in Washington on her way home to Canada and some sketchy looking fella shuffled up to her car and asked her if she wanted to buy his poop-covered puppy. She said yes without hesitation, and brought Maisie home. But she’s a senior dog person, not an INSANE BORDER COLLIE PUPPY person, so she knew she had to pass Maisie on to someone who likes INSANE BORDER COLLIE PUPPIES and so here we are :)
She is a very interesting little beastie. Although she is affable with everyone she meets, it also took her about 2.5 days to decide I was worth paying attention to because she is a Strong Independent Woman Who Don’t Need No … human. She is like the anti-Silly in that she has fairly laser focus (already!) and her brain is constantly engaged in making decisions (Silly’s is engaged in flying unicorns in the clouds over Candystuffiecookieland). She is intelligent but willful, and I need to show her why she should do what I’m asking, otherwise she just levels me with a stare of mild haughtiness. She will fetch ANYTHING and forever. She will tug EVERYTHING and a little past forever. She fears nothing – “dock dives” into the water off the riverbank and beats Dexter to the hockey ball. Took on a turkey. Accepts no discipline from the adult dogs when they get annoyed with her, even though she’s the pain in the ass. Actually, that’s not *entirely* true … she fears Addy’s wrath. Of all dogs. Though she be but tiny … I guess this dictate also applies to Adrenaline.
She’s also a demand barker and is constantly telling me off (“come back here!” “give me the Chuck-It” “throw the ball, moron!” etc). She doesn’t like being on a leash so she tries to tug it right out of my grasp. Growls when you go near her food, so we’re going to work on that one.
Oh but I like her. She’s FEISTY. She is a LOT of dog. She is going to make someone a killer sport dog!
She’s about the same size as Winter / Spring right now, and the same coloration, so now I can’t figure out who anyone is, especially at a distance. Auntie Michelle and I took the entire pack for a hike in the woods on the weekend and we just kept saying to one another “Ok I see Dext-no wait, I think that’s Peet-no, that’s definitely Silly. But there’s Winter-wait, I think it’s Mai-shit, is that Spring?” Told you – chaos.
The hiking trail was next to a gun range … I was worried about the dogs being startled by the near constant sound of gun shots, but nobody batted an eyelash except Auntie Michelle, who hiked in a state of near-constant certainty that a stray bullet was going to kill one of us. haha. The good news is that Dexter is so deaf they didn’t bother him at all. The other good news is that he is starting to understand that the vibrating collar I got for him means it’s time to check in when he feels it against his neck. I press the remote, he comes to see what the f*ck I want now, and he gets a cookie, which he likes very much. I hope this means I won’t lose him on hikes anymore!
Wootie is probably going to need one at some point too, though right now his biggest problem is his sad tail. He got limber tail a few days ago, no idea why … it’s definitely getting better now. It was a very sad thing to see The Flamboyance(tm) at way less than half mast. It’s like it was mourning itself. But today it’s operating at about 3/4 of full power and he almost wagged it for me. Of course, he doesn’t need a full Flamboyance(tm) to pose pretty for photos.
Actually he kind of does … it was a bit painful if he sat the wrong way. It took some convincing to get him to sit for the obligatory group photo. Notice I got Silly in this one (though he is gazing off into the distance, where he wished to be running), but Maisie is still a work in staying progress. Maybe next time.
(TWooie also doesn’t hear so well, but he is happiest when plodding along at my heels, so I don’t ever worry about losing him)
These three are very good at entertaining one another at least, which gives me a bit of a break, if not peace and quiet. Their three-ways are extremely.loud.
This evening I finally put this face, as well as the rest of her, outside with a beef marrow bone so the other dogs could have a break.
Did they take advantage of this downtime to have a relaxing nap? No they did not … they stood at the screen door and watched her chew on her beef bone, and complained about not having one as well. Can’t win for losing!
I’ve been working on using my strobe outside, in my quest to capture the elusive perfect sunset shot. I gave it a whirl with Fae last week – I think I have mentioned before that the sun sets not in the direction of the lovely pastoral vista that I epsy out my window, but rather it sets on the other side of the parking lot, with a background of oh-so-charming portapotties. But sometimes the setting sun throws very nice pink and orange at the clouds in the other direction, which reflect the colours and it looks quite nice. I was hoping for one of these evenings, and instead, as I set up my lights and such, the weather snuck in the start of a thunderstorm and I looked up to see a most ominous sky of ragey looking clouds instead of pink ones.
I still think it worked though, and I was pretty pleased with the end result! Especially as the wind had picked up and was trying to blow my light over, so I did some very impressive yoga to keep everything upright and get this image.
However … I still wanted a dramatic sunset photo. So it rained for the last week because OF COURSE IT DID. But then last night Mother Earth smiled on my creative efforts and gave me this.
And I like it. Some feedback from fellow photographers was that the sky needed to be exposed a bit more, and I get what they’re saying, but I actually wanted it to turn out more in this vein, so I’m okay with it :) Also I found an errant patch of grass in the parking lot to help me complete my mission,
It’s a toss up between that image and this one for which I liked the best. I’ve been trying to get this starburst sun image for a while and when I finally saw my opportunity, I made poor Dexter stand still for an obscenely long time until it was in the right position. He is SOOOO patient. I am a lucky woman.
Also really glad I got my lazy butt out of my recliner to try these last night, because the sky tonight is cloudless and the sunset far less dramatic.
I’d love to do these for other people, but I am limited in locations by the need for a power source. “Come to the parking lot!” is not a good sales tactic ;-)
Now it’s time to take this face out for bed time potties. I will leave you with this parting image so that you can dream about adopting her!