Summertime and The Livin’s Easy

“Oh we want to go outside!  Food Lady we wanna go outside!  Let us out!  We’re bored :(  Come on come on come on!!!”

(relents, as tired of dogs leaping at me)

“Yay!  Outside!  AT LAST!  Now we can lie in the shade of the trampoline and do nothing at all.”

Stupid dogs.  It’s too hot to do anything outside!  We tried to go for a walk and ended up with dogs folding into the shade of shrubbery everywhere.  Even the heat seeking missiles aka Italian Greyhounds lost the war with the sun.

Wootie just evaporated altogether.  Heat melts lard, you know.

I almost never see the Iggies panting … even when it’s hot, Ender likes to be under a fleece blankie and Addy insists on cozying up to a hairier dog.

If they’re going to make me go outside in this weather, I’m going to make them work for it!

Actually, I really don’t mind the sun and heat.  It doesn’t wear me down, it makes me jazzed to get stuff done.  So yesterday I busted out the weedwhacker and started taking down as much of the tall grasses around the lower pasture perimeter as I could, to give Mr. Coyote fewer places to hide.

I enthusiastically took down a huge stand of extra tall grass at the back fence and discovered this:

I think it’s a finch nest, as there was one egg in it also that looks finchy.

I am glad I didn’t take the whole nest down, but I feel pretty bad because I took down all the cover for the nest, which happens to be at dog-nose height.  This loosely translates to These Birds Will Be A Snack For TWooie In The Near Future.

He knows they are out there, somewhere.

I now spend all of our outdoor time jumping around and making monkey sounds and standing on my head, anything to keep TWooie from wandering over to the nest, which he is determined to do, because he can hear them cheeping and he really wants to find them.

Speaking of finding birds, my bantam hen … of whom I have seen neither hide nor ha-err, feather in a month or more, came strutting across the lawn this morning to partake of breakfast with the big chickens.  I have zero idea where she is living now.  She is worse than a stray cat.

And speaking of little birds that TWooie would like to eat, I snapped a photo of one of the peeps a hen hatched out – she has three of them peep-peeing around after her everywhere she goes, it’s super cute!

With my luck, all three will turn out to be roosters.

I picked up for Piper her FAVOURITEST TOY EVER at a thrift store and despite the heat, she was in her glory.

Wootie was NOT allowed to play with it until Piper was tired, because he popped the last one before Piper even made it off the front porch.  So by the time he finally had a go, he was maniacal, like a shark in a feeding frenzy.

It’s the most activity I’ve seen out of Wootie in ages.

Of course, he is almost 9 years old – hardly a puppy anymore.  And not everydog can be ageless, like 14 year old Tweed.

I’d like to enjoy his old age (as would he, I’m sure) without a kabillion extra dogs around the house.  So don’t forget that Alibi is still looking for a home of her own!

As Miss Piper gets older, Springaling is stepping up to the plate to take over Matriarchal duties more and more.  One of her duties, she feels, is to make Alibi’s life miserable whenever possible.  I guess two female terriers in the house is asking for trouble.  So Alibi has to find her own home, before Spring eats her for breakfast.  I think the only reason she hasn’t yet is because Spring is fundamentally a nice dog.

I will leave you with a guessing game … what do you suppose this puppy is?

She is about 5 weeks old; someone gave her to some random kid in a park.  She weighs about a lb at the moment.  Any ideas?


(That’s a Friends reference, in case you are the one person in the universe who can’t quote all of the show all of the time in any situation anywhere)

One time (at band camp) someone told me to “stop pretending my dogs were related” or something to that effect.

Because no similarities at all.

And I was all “butt butt butt …

These two get along so well.  If they weren’t related, I would think they were in love!

Once I tried to get the shelter they came from to find out who made them, but Spring’s owners had moved away (immediately after leaving her crammed into a cat carrier with another dog in a field on their property during a hot spell) and Winter was an unclaimed stray with a rope collar around his neck.  I know this true of so many shelter dogs, but how could anyone not want either of these two adorable beings?

There’s another adorable being that I would want, if I wanted more dogs.  She’s at my shelter right now, looking for a super sporty home because she is So Much Dog.  I luff her, she is awesome.

Sage is a lot smaller than she looks in her photos.  She is only about 15″ at the shoulder, but is a TANK at about 30lbs.  She is GOGOGOGETTHEBALLALLTHEBALLSGOGO! all the time.  She is under a year, but not by much, so she won’t get much bigger.  I have tried to pawn her off on all my friends, but they – like me – already have ALL THE DOGS.  She needs a flyball home or something.  She can keep up with Addy.  She is 100 kinds of awesome!

We’ve been calling her a “border stack” – what do you think she is?  She is _not_ Lab sized, and while the photo doesn’t really show it, she has a lot more muzzle than a staffie.  Lotsa muscle in that little bod though!

Another favourite dog at the shelter is Corben, who is also a mystery breed.  He looks like a large Entlebucher a bit, but he also looks kind of like a Catahoula with some coat.  But he takes a damn fine photo!

If neither of these cuties is up your alley, maybe you want Alibi?

She is so good now; she didn’t make a peep when I left her this morning to drive out and pick up a hedge trimmer I bought/won off an auction site (cut down all the things!).  So her anxiety is pretty well licked there.  I really need to find her a home; she is such a dear and wants her own person to cuddle.

I gotta lotta dogs (duh Food Lady!  Shut up, world!) to place.  Our shelter is SWAMPED … this happens twice a year every year after two major events where there are fireworks – Halloween and Diwali and Canada Day.  It never fails to amaze me how many people don’t look for their dogs who bolt after fireworks :(  Our shelter is FULL – there are dogs boarding at the vets’ because there are more of them than there are kennels, for crying out loud!

So, um, adopt one mmkay?

Cuz Dexter says so.

Cuz It Was Thriller …

… Thriller Twooooo

That’s actually TWooie’s “Where’s The Bunny?!?!” face.  Just before I belted out that tantalizing phrase, he looked like this:

But today was actually pretty thrilling.  Dexter and I entered a few runs in a Masters Games trial – he is only in Masters Gamblers and of course Steeplechase, so we zipped over for 4 runs (two of each).  He only Q’d two of the four things he was entered in (one Gamble, one Steeplchase), so maybe not the most stellar performance, but …  ALL THE WEAVES!  ALL of them!  He was SO GOOD.  He nailed every entry, he stayed in the poles, and he even got a really difficult mini gamble where he had to weave six poles far away in one direction and six poles the other way a little closer … twice!  It was magical, all of a sudden Dexter understands weaving!

I am so proud of him … everything is finally - finally – coming together for us in the ring.  He is listening to me and watching for direction and being a team player!  He can at last put that on his resume!  It is so much more fun to run with him now.

Plus he got the mostest points of everydog.



What a good boy he is!  I think you can watch his Gambler’s run here.  (I’m not sure.  Dropbox confuses me)

See, it just goes to show that with enough hard work and determination, you can do anything you want to do!

Except eat your friends.  You cannot eat your friends, ADDY.

What Addy is carrying off to consume is the wing of what was, yesterday, my rooster.  Today that rooster is a pile of feathers and, apparently, one wing that the coyote left behind.  I HATE THIS COYOTE SO MUCH.  I latched the coop door but forgot to put the heavy beam against the door before bed, so  I guess the bastard got in that way and ate my last rooster.  It’s super depressing.  I have only a dozen chickens left and I’m scared to get more because they’ll just be consumed.  HATE. HATE. HATE.

So to recap: Dexter is awesome, coyotes suck, and you can’t eat your friends.

Why does nobody listen to me??

Poor Alibi … her adoptive home did not work out.  Poor me, I still have 11 dogs in my house.  Alibi needs to find a home of her own, as does Ender.

But I bringed you a frisbee, so you luff me now.

Yesterday Ender decided to CHASE people up the road yodeling at them.  Not only is that so not cool, but imagine if you were a not-a-dog-person and a little screaming skeleton came flying down the road after you?  You’d piss your pants!  Poor people out for an afternoon stroll.  I don’t even know why he did it – people walk up and down the road all day long and he ignores them, plus we were nowhere near the damn road when he took off.

I wish he didn’t drive me so crazy.  It’s kind of cool to have a dog that looks like Mr. Burns.

Since the trial ended early for me, I had time for group play with the other dogs afterward.

And just being awesome :)

And tomorrow it’s back to work :(  I wanted to go to this but I can’t.  So you should go instead!

ETA: I never win contests like this, but 100 bonus entries can’t hurt my chances, so I’m giving it a whirl!

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