Panting

Just took the dogs around the block for a evening stroll. It's about 1 mile around the block, it's a nice evening (partly cloudy, around 70), and the dogs are laying around panting like they've run a marathon. Then again, they are wearing black fur coats, so they've got an excellent excuse.

Poor Mr. Poo

Mr. Poo will never know the joys of fatherhood. We got his OFA hip results back today, and he didn't pass. The x-rays showed slight hip dysplaisa...which means he's a no go for breeding. So, it's time to call the vet and have his manhood removed. He's still our Mr. Poo, and we still love him very much!

Mommie nees a break...

Gads...it's not even 5:30 pm and it's pitch black outside. Of course, the dogs need to be taken for their after dinner walk. Me, trying to control two black dogs, walking on a completely unlighted street, wearing a black jacket...I can't see anything, the dogs either won't keep up or pull my arms out of their sockets when they see something to go after - which, of course I can't see, so I'm totally unprepared for the yank on the end of the leash! I can't see if they're peeing (let's hope they did), cause I can't hold a flashlight and both leashes. I REALLY didn't want to make two trips...it's getting COLD outside, so the less I'm out, the better. I put them both in their crates - in the garage - and now it's time for me...me....me...me....! I think I'll curl up on the couch and watch a move. Yeah..that sound good.

Ya'd think I was killin' her....

Walking two dogs, on two seperate leashes, is like being a puppet master and having no mastery over the puppets. Of course, one dog goes one way, and the other dog goes the opposite direction. One of these days, when the puppy get's full strength, they're going to pull my arms out of my sockets! At night, it's blacker than molassas here in the wilderness, so I have to carry a flashlight. Therefore, I can only walk one dog at a time...I'm nowhere near talented enough to walk two dogs and hold a flash light at the same time, not to mention trying to chew gum. So, I walk the baby first, then put her in the crate while I walk the Hound of the Baskervilles. You can hear her cry all the way down the street! You'd think I was leaving her forever, that, or someone was pulling out her toe nails one at a time. Ah, the love of a dog....