We braved the snow to go to our first doodle romp in Indy. Lots of fluffy, floppy fun! I'll be posting another video and some pictures in a day or two (hopefully). Many thanks to Kate, from whom I shamelessly stole the idea of putting lighthearted home movies together with bluegrass.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Abby didn't want a bath!
After weeks of playing hard, Abby very much needed a bath. Although you can't keep her out of a body of water, she hates getting a bath. Many pictures are blurry b/c I'm laughing my butt off. Here's Abby just chillin' in her crate.
Then, she must have seen me get out the shampoo, or something, b/c we called her, and she wouldn't come. She I went over to her crate, stuck my hand in, and gently tugged at her collar, a little prodding.
This is what she does: she plasters herself to the back of her crate. It is her safe place, after all.
So I turned off the bath water (we thought maybe a "body" of water would help--not so much) and hid in the bathroom. Chris used treats to lure her into the living room. I ran out and, the first time, closed her crate--she just went into Buster's. We had to start again, and I shut both. This time, she went to the edge of the crates and just looks so sad, with no safe spot to hide.
[Please don't judge us for the mess in our bedroom! I hadn't really realized how random the crap on our bedside table is...light bulb, presumably burnt out, wheat thins, presumably empty, afghan, pants...Sorry, mom.]
Once we got her in the bathroom, she plastered herself against that door. She may look like she's just hanging out, like she just happens to be sitting next to the bathroom door, but when we tried to give her a little shove toward the tub, she was a big ol' fuzzy boulder.
And this is the look she gives us: "Are you serious with this bath crap, mom? Are we really going through this absurd exercise?"
So, finally, yes, after a good 20 minutes of trying, we finally got her in the bath (she jumped in herself, going after tasty treats). After a few minutes it became clear that the whole "bath" thing was not going to work, largely because of how muddy the water was before we'd even started to soap her up! Notice the size of her body compared to her head.
Then, she must have seen me get out the shampoo, or something, b/c we called her, and she wouldn't come. She I went over to her crate, stuck my hand in, and gently tugged at her collar, a little prodding.
This is what she does: she plasters herself to the back of her crate. It is her safe place, after all.
So I turned off the bath water (we thought maybe a "body" of water would help--not so much) and hid in the bathroom. Chris used treats to lure her into the living room. I ran out and, the first time, closed her crate--she just went into Buster's. We had to start again, and I shut both. This time, she went to the edge of the crates and just looks so sad, with no safe spot to hide.
[Please don't judge us for the mess in our bedroom! I hadn't really realized how random the crap on our bedside table is...light bulb, presumably burnt out, wheat thins, presumably empty, afghan, pants...Sorry, mom.]
What have we been up to?
Well, as some have pointed out, it's been a REALLY long time since we posted anything on this here blog. Aside from school, here's what we've been up to with the doods.
Maxin' and relaxin'--they don't necessarily want to share a crate, but as often as possible, they like to press up against the middle so they're extra close to each other.
Chris and Buster. Buster is SO happy he doesn't have to sleep in a garage any more.
Again, with the snuggling doodles.
Lucy came to visit, and though they did some extra romping occasionally, really they just did more of the same...
Why, Mr. Darcy, she says, put your tongue back in your mouth! How dare you salivate like a base animal. How common and vulgar.
But for all of her primness, what Abby really wants is to roll in the snow.
When the dogs wrestle, this is what happens with Abby wins:
And this is what happens when Buster wins:
Observe:
Maxin' and relaxin'--they don't necessarily want to share a crate, but as often as possible, they like to press up against the middle so they're extra close to each other.
Chris and Buster. Buster is SO happy he doesn't have to sleep in a garage any more.
Again, with the snuggling doodles.
Why, Mr. Darcy, she says, put your tongue back in your mouth! How dare you salivate like a base animal. How common and vulgar.
But for all of her primness, what Abby really wants is to roll in the snow.
When the dogs wrestle, this is what happens with Abby wins:
And this is what happens when Buster wins:
Observe:
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