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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