Thursday, 31 March 2011

Yay, First Beach Day!

Yeah, it's going to snow tomorrow night. Mother Nature is playing a cruel April Fools joke on us with 15 cm of snow tomorrow night and then rain but today was gloriously sunny with no wind and the perfect day to take the dogs to the beach.
This was Corky's first trip in the truck since he arrived and he wasn't sure he wanted to get in so he got a little help. (I hope he gets over that before he gains too much weight!) And because I feel guilty letting Corky gambol without a leash, I decided this would be the day Dewey would taste freedom. Just for insurance, I took a bag of wieners. Smart move.
Corky had a wonderful time. He galloped and sniffed and galloped some more and kept checking to make sure I was close. He was just the picture of an extremely happy dog having a joyful time. Dewey...he seemed to have a different agenda and whatever it was, it was happening in the opposite direction to the way I was going. He'd get almost out of sight and I'd call and call and he'd completely ignore me. So I'd call and ask him if he wanted a hot dog and he'd stop and look. If I waved a wiener at him he'd run back but he'd make sure I really had one before he would change direction. He'd stay with us for a few minutes and turn around and away he'd go again. He was only getting little pieces but it was a three wiener trip before I finally snapped the flexi-lead back on him. I wish I knew what was going on in Dewey's head.
No pictures at the beach today but the boys went upstairs to make a mess of my bed when they came home and I wanted to get a picture of Dewey's new haircut.
Corky was quite indignant that I wanted to take a picture of Dewey. Dewey? Why would you want Dewey?


Great Canadian Gem Show This Saturday and Sunday

This weekend coming is the Brantford Lapidary and Mineral Club's Gem Show at the Paris Fairgrounds. It's a great club and a great show; if you can get there, don't miss it!

Saturday, 19 March 2011

get this
my slideshow.
This is how I deal with technology, haha.
Raising Duncan Classics

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

How Much Brain does Sneaky Require?

Do I anthropomorphize my dogs? Oh, probably a little. (I had to look up the spelling of that word, by the way, I wouldn't want anyone to think I am that smart.) I try not to, but sometimes their actions are far more human than animal.
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This is a picture of the bad boys on my bed with their bone collection. The weaselly Dewey, who is extremely camera shy, has "the" bone and Corky was hovering in anticipation until I appeared at the door. My story is an example of how sneaky Dewey is, and you tell me if I'm reading too much into it.
The two dogs have a collection of cow hooves any boneyard would envy. But the only important hoof is whichever one the other dog has. This afternoon, Corky had "the" bone and was gnawing away merrily on the love seat, while Dewey stood in the middle of the floor and tried to figure out how to get it. You could almost see the wheels turning in his fuzzy little head. Then, he ran over to me, minding my business at my computer, and put his little paws on my knees, for some very uncharacteristic attention. Corky is very jealous if Dewey gets attention and he immediately jumped down and ran over to shove Dewey out of the way. Dewey immediately ran over and got the love seat and "the" cow hoof.
Corky has only been here for two weeks and Dewey has already twigged to the fact that he's jealous. You might think I'm reading too much into that little comedy and I'd agree if I hadn't seen Dewey pull something similar with Miss Twice, but he changed his methods to suit her personality.
If Twice had a bone, she wouldn't care how much I snuggled with Dewey, but she took her duties as guard dog very seriously. When she had "the" bone, Dewey would run over to the door and bark his intruder bark, again very uncharacteristic, and of course, she'd jump down and run to bark at whatever he heard and he'd run over and steal the bone. I can't remember how many times she'd fall for that trick, but it worked every time.
I can't believe that instinct has anything to do with Dewey's con, nor is it something he has learned, like a chimp learns to use a stick as a tool. Not when he changes his methods to suit the circumstances. And I don't really care. All I know is that he is one of the strangest, funniest dogs I've ever had and he and Corky are pure comedy interacting with each other. Great medicine!