I figured it would be a good day to take Fips and Rosco to the mountin'. We climbed to the half way point and then sat there looking out over Napa Valley as the wind blew through our hair. It was a lovely clear day.
On the way down we met a 1/2 wolf - Dalmation. The wolf was pretty impressive, but I asked its owner to hold him back from sniffing at Fips, because Fips would probably get scared and snap. The guy looked at me like I was nuts. Fortunately nothing happened....
When we got home, I gave the doggies their (thawed) presents.
Jumping quivers of expectation!
Rosco tooks his and ran to the dinning room where he immediately began to gnaw, gnaw and gnaw happily.
Fips.... well Fips sat there and looked worried. An hour later he was still sitting there looking worried. Argggh!
Meanwhile Rosco is outside looking for a good treasure trove spot, running around with his bone in his mouth.
Fips remains grim. Of course, I leave him alone and go to the office. He follows me there, with his bone and sits under the chair but grumbles when I pet him. After a while, I get up and go lie down. He follows with his bone, and lies beside me. I can pet him, but he's still just into possessing.
It's much the same 7 hours later. Rosco has buried and unburied his now dirt-caked bone several times. Fips is basically still guarding his treasure. I hope he gets around to enjoying sometime. He can be petted now but I can tell he's still touchy.
What a dog!
I gave 'Shnuts and doofy Bear their bones. Shnuts, hugged my leg, took hers and ran off somewhere. Duffy looked at me in momentary astonsihment: For meeeee? Last I saw him he hadn't budged from the gate and was chewing away.
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