Gone to the Dogs

 

And Another Snow Day

 

And a Few Dawgs

There were five--our three and Ethan and Aileen's two--but as they don't get along there was constant juggling to keep them in or out or in separate parts of the house.

This big boy is Bucephalus, aka Boo. He's pretty sure he's a lap dog.

 

Professional Sleepers

 

A Portrait

                                                      

Or as Cory the photographer said, " an overly proper portrait of a completely improper dog."

Too right. When I opened Cory's email, herself was, at the moment, relaxing on the dining table in the sun, working on her tan.

Cory is a friend of many years.  He has some amazing photos available for viewing on Flickr and on Instagram.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/sodiumbenzoate

and follow @corybarlowphoto on Instagram
For a selection of Cory's photographic endeavors.

Dog Politics

Otter likes to sit in Justin's lap. Jenny does not approve.

Jenny thinks she'll give it a try.

Otter bites Jenny's leg to show that she does not approve.

 

Rhinoplasty Needed

In what Claui called 'an unfortunate series of events,' Josie's beautiful rhino, crocheted by her Aunt Aileen, was the victim of two too- playful dogs. 

I don't crochet so I asked Aileen for advice. How to prevent unraveling and loss of stuffing is the first consideration. Then, how to make Rero/Rere? look better.

Aileen to the rescue! She will crochet another flower which I can affix, after taking care of the preventative measures.

Speaking of dogs, it was Otter and Domino who perpetrated this badness. Meanwhile, closer to home, my bad Jenny pulled one of two unbaked strombolis off the baking sheet I'd foolishly left on the counter while waiting for the stove to preheat. I'd gone to set the table (we had folks coming for lunch) and returned to the kitchen, thank goodness, in time to save the second one from going the same way.  Fortunately, the one stromboli was enough. 

She was not repentant.

 

Three Dog Day

                                                                           

                                                                                       

Discipline in the Home is the Linchpin of Order

 

New Dogs in the Family

Josie's folks adopted Domino last week.

 She's a sweet Pit mix and is happy to be here.

 Otter is a little miffed at no longer being an only dog but that will pass. Bailey and Bob were happy to meet her--Jenny thinks she is a Bad Idea. 

                                                    

And this is Moxie--Ethan and Aileen's recent rescue. Another Pittie mix. They all came up for a belated celebration of Ethan's birthday and to let Moxie run around off leash and experience some new dogs. 

She was sweet and quite well-behaved. (I wish I could say the same for Jenny who has accepted Bailey into the family but feels that the line must be drawn somewhere.)

                                                   

Moxie enjoyed exploring and meeting new friends.

So much to see and smell and do . . .

                                                                                       

Moxie--before

and after the Farm Experience--which included running around the pond with Domino, chasing cows, and eating cow poop.

 

Dogs on the Porch

We were enjoying a pre-supper glass of wine on the porch and watching a thunderstorm moving our way. The dogs don't approve of thunder and lightning, but they opted to stay with us anyway.

Otter is the least wary of the pack.

Bailey barks at the thunder; Jenny hides behind my chair.

It was all soon over and we could relax.

Bobadog is very good at relaxing.

Not much rain; not much of a rainbow.

 

Dawgs...and Kittehs

Forget it, Bailey. You'll never be as cool as Otter and me.

We are calm and sophisticated.

Wait a minute! Is there food?

Looks like a false alarm to me. 

Oh, hi. Welcome to the more rational part of the house. The dogs aren't allowed back here during the day which suits us fine. We don't see why they get to sleep back here but The Woman and That Man allow it.

But seeing them, the dogs AND the people, is why we daily thank Bast for letting us be born as cats. Anything else would be too horrible to contemplate.

 

The Bailey Report

 

Bailey is doing very well. She is getting along with Bob and Jenny and Otter. She is learning about riding in the truck. She has to be put in but as the ride progresses, she seems to enjoy it. She and John take walks with her off the leash and she knows now that the itchen is where good things happen.

She needed a bath VERY badly but we wanted her to settle in a bit before doing something that might be traumatic. (I doubt she'd ever had a bath.) But Thursday was warm and John gave her a bath on the front porch--lots of warm water and a soothing, anti-itch shampoo.

She did surprisingly well, thank goodness. The next step (probably next week) is to get her to the vet for shots and mange treatment meds. Eventually she'll be spayed, but we'll keep her up till then. 

We were concerned that her coat was dull and dry, and John got some fish oil to add to her diet. Then I spent an hour brushing her; an amazing amount of dead hair came off and underneath it some nice shiny hair.

So, real progress. She's a lovely dog and has fit in well--a nice addition to the family.

On a sad note, my older son and his wife had to say goodbye to their beloved Tally a few days ago. Never easy. But I suspect there's another lucky dog in their future.