There can only be one; the animal that is at the very top of the food chain, a relentless menace to all those quivering below in the competition for food. This creature is deadly, terrifying and eats anything in its path.
WTF? It’s not me! I mean, it *could* be me, but it’s not me.
Don’t look at me! It’s definitely not me. It scares me.
You’d be forgiven for thinking it might be Piper – after all, you’ve got good reason to suspect her:
But it’s not her either. She’s hiding from it, in fact.
And it’s not Dexter. He learned to mask his presence from it a long time ago.
I’m not under there. I’m not even here. Just smile and everything will be fine.
Maybe it’s Race.
OM NOM NOM NOM!
Go closer, see if he eats you, then we’ll know.
Speaking of Race, with a little bit of work, he’s finally got his ball on.
There was, of course, a bit of a learning curve …
But now he’s totally down with the game!
Up and down, that is.
He’s now the resident puppy fetch machine, because Dex is not allowed to play ball anymore. Last week we were playing Dumbball and Dex went all wobbly on me, just like Piper does. That was scary :( It was not very hot outside, but he ran a lot and with a lot of intensity. Because Intense is his middle (and first, and last) name.
So now his Dumbball activities are limited to very short sessions. Phooey. On the plus side, Dexter started his Big Boy Agility Classes two weeks ago and he is doing simply MARVELOUS! The Sadist doesn’t have any beginner classes available (because the barn is fully booked) so now I bring him into Tweed’s class and I split the time between them – because Tweed is old and also fully trained, and needs way less class time. This means Dex is running Masters level courses, but at 16″ only and no weaves, so don’t yell at me. He is already showing me that he’s faster than my slow witted handling, and knows all the contact equipment. In fact last night he did the teeter 4 times in a row he liked it so much :) And unlike Piper, he is quite happy to work at a distance – which is awesome, because as he speeds up it’s going to be painfully clear to me that I do not have a hope in hell of being anywhere near him on the course!
He’s going to be a star!
Last night I also taught Race how to jump rather than limbo under the bar. This gave him some confidence and now I can’t keep him on the ground ;-)
Anyway. Back to the mysterious Apex Predator of Food Lady’s Farm.
It’s always lurking out there, somewhere …
Waiting to STRIKE!
And steal your cookies!
MINE!
MINE!
MINE!!
No wonder he’s so rotund!!
In other news, the deskunking remedy did nothing at all for the cat-pee-in-dog-beds situation. The beds are now soaking in Nature’s Miracle in plastic bags on the deck … we’ll see if this one works! Otherwise, I’m going to have to make brand new beds … out of DONUT!!
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