There’s no question that the longer the WooTWoo hang around with one another, the more alike they become. For example; Wootie has definitely become more ill behaved with each passing week. Neither of them have any use for me or the other dogs. When I’m pulling on boots and a winter jacket to take them out, they wrestle with one another in gleeful anticipation, and summarily reject the playful advances of their siblings. I frequently find them curled up side by side on the big displaced dog bed that lives wherever I kick it out of my path in the living room.
They have their own “recall” whistle even, which is different from the border collies’ recall whistle. I say “recall” in quotes like that because, of course, it’s not like either of them pay it much mind. They hunt together, play together, sleep together, and ignore me together.
But today Mr. Woo took his OneDogSameDog duties just too damn far!
Two hours later and it resembles, rather remarkably, the much more diminished Flambe™.
I noticed Wootie was walking around the house all hunched over and refused to wag his tail for me. That’s because it was stuck to his back legs and he couldn’t wag it, or take a full stride. It seems that he got it caught up in the mother of all sticker bushes and despite my best efforts with a comb, the only solution was to cut most of it off :( I can’t even show you a photo of the damage, as I don’t want to embarrass the poor wee tyke, who ever since has been laying in a little dog ball with the pathetic remnants of his once glorious appendage tucked woefully under his rump.
Indeed you do, Tweed, as well as a magnificent winter coat! It makes you look like you’re 10lbs heavier than you really are.
Piper too has a most curious amount of winter coat, but alas, she chose to grow it only on the lower half of her body, so she looks like she is wearing a matching dust ruffle. Her back and head are still in the Summer and then somewhere around her ribs she has this kicky little coat that flounces straight out to the sides.
That’s an expression I’ve been seeing a lot of lately. Piper’s turning into a right, rip-roarin’ bitch of a dog in her old age. She has given me a laundry list of things I am not allowed to do to her on pain of getting chomped with her hillybilly teeth, and these things include brushing her anywhere, being goofy with TWooie (I got hit in the lip with her Mad Teeth™ for that one – I don’t mean she bit me, I mean she punched me in the face with her teeth!) and telling her she’s a bad dog.
YOU’RE A BAD DOG, PIPER!
Fortunately, everyone else’s personality has remained more or less the same.
I moved Piper and Tweed into a shared class with the Sadist, and Dexter gets a whole hour on his own. He continues to excel at a phenomenal rate … last night we were doing Gamble exercise and our first one was a rather difficult sequence. The Sadist said “Don’t worry about getting distance with Dexter yet, just run with him to get him used to the exercise” and before he had finished these instructions, Dexter had done the entire sequences on his own. Scary smart little guy!
Although we’re having some difficulties with the weave poles – I really like the 2X2 method, but I’m not sure it teaches the dogs about where to put their feet or how to collect themselves, because while Dexter can nail his entry from just about anywhere, if he goes into the poles with any speed he starts to do them 2 at a time, or starts bouncing off the poles themselves. He’s trying very hard, and he’s getting very frustrated … I’m thinking of switching to channel weaves just for a different approach. Any suggestions?
And speaking of weaves, they’ve made Piper develop Autism. I think I documented her progress on retraining the weaves with the 2X2s all the beginning of last year – and she did really well and got very consistent in the weave poles. Then the AAC switched to the 24″ spaced poles and Piper’s weaves fell apart … she was skipping poles, and popping out and just generally I could not get her to complete a set of 12 for love nor money. We thought the new spacing was throwing her off, but then it just went on for way, way too long and her weaves had deteriorated to the point where she wouldn’t even go in them.
Last night The Sadist showed up with 12 new poles – same spacing, different poles. Piper aced her weaves every single run, including at a distance in the gambles. WTF?
Well, the new poles are striped. The other poles are all white. My poles at home are striped. Therefore, it seems that Piper can only weave in striped poles, because obviously all-white poles are not, in fact, weave poles at all. More WTF?
She’s starting to scare me a little bit.
Well … no …
And not nearly as scary as the amount of editing that was involved in last weekend’s Santa Photos Fundraiser! I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to offer everyone a choice of Photoshopped backgrounds. But man, did they turn out great. What a fun idea :)