Everybody’s doing something ‘cept me! They are at a party, agility, dock diving, picnics, camping, barn hunt, or conformation shows. But my mom says, “sometimes ya gotta stay home and clean the house.” I think Al is right, my mom is a bona-fide fun hater! I wonder if I should email Joanna and let her know the depth of this situation?
This is the smile she gets when she plays with her friend.
The story of Viva and Missy is an ever evolving tale. But the one constant is Viva views Missy as her best friend. It seems she views Missy as a puppy not a seven year old dog. Missy and Viva are about the same size right now so I can see Viva’s point, and Missy tries her best to keep up with the puppy. But let’s face it Viva is a fireball of energy, only Katie (her sister) has what it takes to keep up.
Today’s story evolution is one of Viva attempting to help her friend sleep more comfortably. Missy is storm phobic and that has grown to rain phobic. When she senses rain she heads under the bed. Three nights in a row in an attempt to encourage Missy on to the bed, Viva got in a position to jump off the bed. Sadly for Viva this is a boundary that can not be crossed. I can not allow a young cardigan puppy to jump off the bed, even a platform one only sixteen inches off the floor. So Viva spent three nights in her crate. Last night another storm was raging, and Viva made her best attempts to get Missy out from under the bed BEFORE I lifted her on to the bed. Once on the bed, Viva took a very different approach to the situation. She gave me her best, “the girl’s a little crazy, but she is my friend look ” then snuggled in with me to watch Food TV. She spent the entire night on the bed, woke me about 7:30 to go outside and waited to be lifted off the bed. Where upon she resumed her playful relationship with her best friend Missy. (I wish I had some pics of the two that were decent enough to publish, but I don’t)
Viva and I have been working hard on what will grow to be a start line stay. I couldn’t be happier with today’s progress.
Viva and I have been working hard on what will become a start line stay. I couldn’t be happier with today’s progress!
The big dogs had a great weekend at an agility trial. The humans had much fun. And apparently the seesters had tooooo much fun. Viva is acting like the child who comes home from Grandma’s!
“This whole wait at the door is overrated” says Viva. As is coming when called, keeping four feet on the ground, not bashing through the pen door, chewing mom’s favorite slippers and not digging in the azalea bush…seriously over rated!
My seester is coming, my seester is coming! I told mom I’d wait right here, and she should pack my toys. I told her I want the tunnel, Quakers the second, froggie, snakey, big ball, water bottle shovel, tuggy, the bag… This is when she said, “hold up there sport, where is everyone going to fit around all those toys?” Then she said, “I know you don’t care.” Yep she got that right! And don’t forgot my red dog, lizard, and and and…
My mom said, I was a wild child! But she was seriously wrong. Do wild children have this much self control and skill?