(Photo courtesy of Mambomutts Photography)
But when he came out to Food Lady’s farm he found the only standing “water” left on the whole 10 acres in this heat wave we’re having. I say “water” because in actual fact it is about 10 inches of stagnant, extremely vile mud-and-silt in a ditch adjacent my garden. I am always hollering at my dogs for trying to lie down in it, but Zephyr did them one better and did not just lie down in it … he WALLOWED in it. Rolled, dug, flopped and wiggled until he had a fine coating of utter stink.
“Nobody” includes The TWoo. He has met Zephyr before and was very well mannered at the time, but seeing this mud creature on his lawn was too much for him, and he went in for the beat-down. Since he only comes up to Zephy’s belly, he didn’t accomplish much in the way of punishment, but he was sure a jerk about it.
The image of the ditchpig haunted me for days, and this morning I had to take my dogs to the beach to cleanse the images in my head. Despite the heat, we’ve not been to the beach in a while because first Megan got spayed, and couldn’t get her stitches wet, and then two more puppies arrived to make my brain (and patience) explode.
But yesterday Miss Megan went to her new home with Dexter’s sister Ally :( I am sad because I miss her, but happy because she is in a FABULOUS home and still part of the family.
After Megan left, I took Miss Twist and dropped her off with her foster home, and my dog numbers are back down to a reasonable 6 again. It says something about me that 6 dogs feels totally reasonable and manageable, but I’m not exactly sure WHAT it says!
Of course, foster puppy Race is a going concern and he feels a bit like having 2 or 3 puppies all at once.
So far I have lost the corner of a chair, the edge of an area rug, and the strap of my favourite shoe to this voracious destructobeast! And it’s early days still. But without his BFF Twist around, he is much more human-focused, less inclined to wander off down the road in search of cattle and generally more likable. He even sleeps in!
I was a bit worried about how Race, a prairie dog, would take to the beach, but this is one bold puppy and didn’t phase him even a little bit.
He was in and swimming without a second thought. The 15 or so iron stairs that lead down to the beach didn’t concern him either – those stairs gave TWoo a coronary the first he saw them, and even Wootie prefers to tumble down the cliff rather than use them. So while Race may be a bit shy with people and angry voices, general life experiences are approached with gusto. No fear of new situations or noise sensitivity at all. I get the impression that when he is more confident, he’s going to be a whole lotta dog!
TWoo’s dog-on-dog aggro issues were really improving a lot, but bringing in two strange puppies, then inviting Zephyr over and THEN inviting Ally (he beat her up also) over put his little pea brain over the edge, and he’s back on high alert when we go out in public, very concerned about approaching dogs. He’s a bit frazzled.
This is all my fault, as I picked him and hurled him way over threshold a bunch of times in the space of 3 days (metaphorically speaking) and undid a whole lot of the progress we’d made. After Race gets adopted, I am going to stay foster-free for a while and devote more time to working with TWoo. I know that under all that bravado there is a dog who *can* be a polite and reasonably sociable creature, and I’m annoyed with myself for pushing him too far. So after this, it’ll be time for TWoo and TWoo alone and we’ll get back to where we were last week.
Wootie prefers Race to Megan because while he liked playing WITH Megan, he did not like playing AGAINST Megan. Getting the frisbee was literally impossible for Woo when Megan was lurking around, as she would always get a head start and beat everyone to it. Or on the rare occasions when he got there first, she’d bite him until he dropped it, and eventually he just stopped trying to play with it.
Ahhh, how I missed Big Air Woo!
He wasn’t the only one up to old tricks.