Wisdom bringeth much Worry

After hanging up the phone, I decided to take the doggies for a late walk. Rosco wanted to charge ahead, but Fips was doing his ultra-local plus stops. (Michael thinks I need to walk the doggies more but, it's not always my fault.) And so, not much past Peanuts's house and after not much of a walk, we returned home. Fips immediately returned to his sulking spot where he had been most of the night.

At last, I figured it out. He was parking himself where I had stacked three boxes of doggie mush. This time, I caught him just looking at the cans ... before he looked up at me with his worried "don't take my bone look". Can you believe it? He's guarding his food. How long is THIS going to last? All month? Jeeezus. He's such a smart dog. No smell, nothing but "cans" which he knows contain food. HIS food. Alas ...smarts doth not for happiness make...

Poor doggie.

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Connections

I was sitting in my office, feet on desk, handset to ear and vaguely looking through the French doors when.... "Gotta go! Later!" {click}

Sorry about the disconnect.

Yes, Rosco escaped, in literally a split second. I just saw him and then I didn't. I grabbed my keys and dashed for the truck, barking at Fips to hurry UP! Anyways, after a drive down Hilderbrand, a drive down Mirabel and again down Hilderbrand I finally found him, making his oversexed way to the bitch in heat.

I was at once relieved and filled with an urge to throttle him. The little coot looked back, saw the truck and came around to the open driver's side door; as if ... Oh well, I'm being picked up now.

"Ooooh Rosci!" I squealed, "goooo boy. C'mon up!"

These escapades are SOOOO unnerving. He's so small, I worry cars won't see him. Even when I have a good idea where he is headed I have to drive slow in case he darts out from some roadside bush. Running over your own dog would be a nightmare. Last year, he headed down toward Mirabel/Hwy 29, as I started out after him, I saw a car stopping in the distance. Heart thumps. I thought they had just run him over. Actually they were stopping to try to stop him.

Anyways, he's back now and tied up.

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The Protocols of Humping

I've spent the better part of Spring and Summer redoing the lawn and now that it is done, the doggies have been all eagerness to try it out, and his is particularly so given the surprisingly cool weather. They quite clearly regard it as their playing field and late today it was their 'rastlin' matt. There was an evident sportshund protokol as well....

The contenders nose-to-nose

And the match is joined!

The Chief humps Rosco

The Champ takes Fips down to the matt

Chief slithers out and flips back on top

Pant...Pant...Pant...

Neither pup seemed to care much about winning. The object of the game seemed rather to change places. Perhaps we tail-less wonders could learn a thing or two.

By the way this is the only picture I have showing Rosco's perfect conformation.

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Pure Appetite

This morning the pals and I drove over the "hill" to Calistoga to do laundry. While the clothes dried, I bought and sat down to eat a hamburger. Two doggies were instantly at my feet looking up with very expectant eyes.

(11/22/1999)

I looked down at them while I unfolded the wrapping and - - so great was his appetite --- that Rosco's whole body began to quiver. He was such a fuzzy bundle of total appetitive desire, I broke out laughing.

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Open and Closed Spaces

So... I walk up to the kitchen to boil some water and what do I see? Fipsy's fuzzy butt sticking out of the overturned garbage can. He hears me come in and freezes "in position" head stuck all the way in, fuzzy butt sticking out. Fips' thought process is clear: If I don't move, he won't notice I'm doing anything wrong. I burst out laughing and pat him on the butt. He resumes his in depth probing.

We did half a Hilderbrand spaziergang and one full Loopy Loops. Peanuts has been begging to come along wherever it is that we go when we pile into the truck. On a couple of occasions she's quick-jumped into the cab and I've had to lift her out. Other times she'll start to follow us down the road. So today, I decided to take her along to Loopy Loops.

She was close to beside herself with excitement which manifested itself in ultra-alertness, sitting on the passenger seat and scoping left, right, left, right, left, right... like a canine metronome.

By the time we got to the park Schnutz was close to beside herself, and I figured I'd better keep her on a leash. She was pretty happy all the same. The Doxie Bros. took it all in stride, but for Peanuts I got the impression it was something of a revelation: You mean such a place exists?

Back on Hilderbrand, the Goose Mother and her hubby were out gardening. They were actually moderately friendly when Fips went up and wagged. They both said the doggies looked like they were in fine shape. I think so too. I noticed today that Fips' haunchies are starting to swell out a little bit like Rosco's.

Muskle doggies!

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