Sunday, November 30, 2008
On a personal note—I will admit that this first snow was a pretty one. But one snow is enough for the season. I keep telling Rich that it’s time to move to Arizona and away from this white stuff!
Friday, November 28, 2008
With strategic planning each dog takes their place for Thanksgiving food preparation. Shiloh moves into place in the middle of the floor but in the middle of the route I use to get to the refrigerator. If anything falls he’s ready, no need for a mop. Trekker on the other hand, huddles between the cupboard and me. He looks pleadingly upward for just a small little tidbit, but always ready for the big catch. It’s nice to have such trained kitchen help.
With Luke heading back to college, the food preparation and clean up over a nap or two will be required, except Trekker has beat me to it.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Mom was downstairs pulling out Christmas decorations and sorting through them. The Christmas closet looks like that holds all this good stuff, but is off limits. I showed it to Trekker, encouraged him to go on in, and told him I’d be the look out. I’d watch for Mom, yeah right. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist and would bring out the good stuff. I watched him go in and then lay down to watch the fireworks. Yep, Luke it works. Trekker came out with a mouth full of greenery and boy did he get in trouble. Me, I got away scott free. I’ll try this again.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
PS Luke—I’ve been taking good care of your room. I got under your bed all cleared out. Mom said she didn’t know how much junk you had stashed under there. I told her it wasn’t junk but treasures. I don’t think there’s anything I haven’t found. Mom also told me to tell you gas is 1.68. Will you take me for a ride in the Mustang?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
After Trekker’s arrival I found that one treat ball was not going to work. It was a fight ready to happen. Shiloh was not going to share and Trekker was not going to leave it alone. I bought another. Trekker never had to “find the magic of the ball”, he watched Shiloh for a minute and knew what to do. It is by far their favorite toy.
So now as the weather begins to turn and the dogs need a diversion, it’s time for the treat balls. I pour their dinner meal inside (it holds over a cup of food). Then they roll and eat to their delight. Dinner can last over a half hour. It’s the best toy invented.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Then there’s our other neighbor’s dog. Trekker just isn’t sure what to do with Murphy, the golden retriever, we share a fence line with. Should they be friends or should he take his lead from big brother, Shiloh? When Murphy is let outside the first place he goes is to the fence to bark for Shiloh to come out and play. No matter where Shiloh is in our house he comes running to get out with Murphy. He’ll cry until we open slider. When outside the two run the fence line and Trekker trails a safe distance behind. They’d look like best friends to a visitor’s eye. But if the visitor would watch a little longer, he’d see the two dogs sneer at each other and leave their calling card on the fence that separates them. The two have a love-hate relationship. Unfortunately, if the dogs get loose in the front yard with no fence to separate them, they fight. The real oddity is both dogs get along wonderfully with other dogs, just not each other.
These relationships leave Trekker confused. Is Murphy friend or foe? Will Bella return as a good friend? Should he check out the other dogs in the neighborhood?
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Anyone who has dogs knows that they are like having children. I’m finding with two it’s like having two arguing siblings. In the past couple of days the point has been honed in as child like behaviors abound. A good example of this is when the dogs are lying quietly, the phone rings and I answer. They always choose this moment to tussle underneath me and never quietly. I was on the phone with my mother and she says, “They really are like children, aren’t they?” Yep.
Some more examples are the bullying older brother behaviors:
---Trekker has a chew toy, Shiloh comes and takes it from him. He doesn’t really want it but wants to show Trekker he can have it if he wants it. Trekker whines and cries. Often times running to me like, “He’s picking on me Mom!”
---Trekker is standing next to me for a little love, Shiloh pushes him out of the way and wants the attention. He makes sure to move so Trekker can not get close.
---Last night we went to bed and Trekker was snuggled in next to me. Shiloh isn’t a bed snuggler but thought if Trekker liked it, it must be a good spot. He just plopped on top of Trekker until Trekker wiggled out and moved. As soon as he did that Shiloh moved to his favorite spot away from me.
Yep, just like kids.
For the most part when school is out I head home because doggie bladders are only so strong. After school meetings have to move right along for me to get home, my boys await. I was asked to attend a special meeting Monday after school by the principal. I told her I’d be happy to if I could hire the neighbor boy to babysit. That’s when she asked me week if I knew they were dogs and not children. Nope, they’re just like kids.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
PS Right before dog class we met the woman who will teach the first agility class in January. She visited with him and checked a little on his basic commands. I was so proud of my baby, he did all her requests on the first asking!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Casey began very unsure and Trekker was great trying to get him to relax by lying down and gently playing and teasing. As Casey became more comfortable the play began to change and become much more animated and physical. You can see Trekker slobber all over poor Casey’s head. Trek thought maybe he’d finally met a friend who could give chase to his quick corgi laps and turns. Casey tried and tried but just doesn’t have the coordination yet to keep up. After many puppy tumbles, Casey’s strategy was to wait for Trekker to run by and jump on top of him. He got a few blows of his own in.
There were some adjustments for Trekker. He’s used to being the baby and Shiloh tolerating his many antics. Trek wasn’t prepared for reversing roles and his being the older one. Trekker would give me, “this just isn’t right” look as Casey was on top of him chewing. Sharing was also difficult for Trekker. When Casey played with his toys Trek took them away and ran. He’d look back as if to say, “I’ll share only if you can catch me and that’s not about to happen!”
I tried having Shiloh on his leash out back too. Not successful. Shiloh would growl as Casey tried to make up to him. I wonder if Shiloh was thinking, “You already brought in one pup and I was nice. Look where that got me. It’s not happening again.” When I put Shiloh in the house Trekker just cried. He wanted so bad to play with Casey but also sees the world rising and setting on Shiloh, such a torn dog.
Now Trekker is beat. It’ll make cleaning house a little easier on me when he isn’t “helping”.