You know you do it. Admit it.
You sing songs for your dogs.
Maybe songs like …
Oh Christmas Tweed, oh Christmas Tweed / How lovely is your brown nose / Oh Christmas Tweed, oh Christmas Tweed / I love you to the tipsofyourtoes
Another crowd pleaser at Casa de Food Lady:
Her name was PIPER/and she was HYPER/the craziest dog in the VALLEY/Her name was PIPER/and she was HY-Y-Y-PER/ Silly and goofy / her pants were all floofy …
And that’s not all! Keep reading, and you’ll also hear favourites like -
Nope! Sorry Woo!
- favourites like:
Oh my TWooie / why are you so blue? / Is it cuz it’s bathtime / and mummy’s scrubbing you? / Oh my TWooie / why are you so sad? / It’s wet and warm and soapy / and it’s really not that bad!
Take it away, TWoo!
Hmph. So maybe I can’t carry a tune. At least I care enough to make up songs!
Tell me what songs you sing to your dogs. I’ve already opened the doorway to total humiliation – walk on through, friends!!
And there’s some good reasons for singing around here – Tweed’s limp is gone. GONE! It’s gone back to the Hell from whence it came and he’s like 100% sound again. Dr. Bowra did say that the sclerosing agent would kill some nerves in his foot, which I assume means that parts of his toes are numb, so very occasionally Tweed has to relearn how to make a certain movement – but it’s not a limp by any means. It’s like magic – and just in time too. There are just 5 more sleeps to the Big Weekend!
Ha ha! He’s not really very bad ass at all. In fact, he is mostly over his REALLYF*CKINGANNOYING phase and back to his more pleasant puppy self. He’s stopped eating my underpants, he’s calmed down considerably in the house again and he’s being more judicious about the use of that really high pitched puppy bark he hasn’t lost yet. He does keep getting freakin’ taller, but I guess that’s not really his fault.
But Piper says she doesn’t care how unpesty he is becoming, she is still the boss of him, and always will be.
He does too, it’s true. Maybe it’s Freudian or something, but he has totally patterned himself after a bitchy matriarchal parenting figure (hey! I meant Piper, not me! Screw you!)(Hmm … maybe it was me after all) and the meaner an adult female dog is to him, the more he likes it.
Of all my dogs, he is the only one who can convince Super Bitch Kila, my neighbours’ very-unfriendly-to-other-dogs border collie, to play chase games with him. He just flirts away with her until she can’t stand it anymore and the game is on.
Yesterday while I was puttering around in my yard, Dexter and Kila were playing chase and wrestle games 10 feet away from TWooie’s nose where he lay on the porch, and he didn’t try to stop them or kill them even one time. I was very proud of the TWoo.
And speaking of creepy…
Last night I was at the Kiliball to raise money for my friend Robyn’s trip to Climb Kilimanjaro for Hospice . She’s trying to raise $10,000 for Delta Hospice through this
insane admirable effort so don’t forget to give her money if you have some kickin’ around. I donated a photo shoot to their enormous raffle table, and I get to photograph an adorable Bernese Mountain Dog for the winners. Hurray!
preparing handouts and the like for the TDBCR table at Regionals so I may not get a chance to post to the blog. If you are TDBCR alumni or a current foster home and can come do a shift at the booth, please contact me as we could use more volunteers to meet n greet the public at the event and brag on our fabulous TDBCR dogs! And if you just want to come by and say hello, maybe get a hug from Dexter, feel free to do that too. All the information you need is here. We’d love to see you there!