The Land of Oz

Our Oz population is growing. Last year, Dasher and I went as the Wicked Witch and one of her  Flying Monkeys. This year, we added Dorothy and her pal the Scarecrow. Maybe next year we'll enlist a Lion and a Tin Man.

Halloween 2012

We only had a few seconds to get a quick photograph before the dogs bolted to shake their costumes off. You can see there that Dasher is already eyeing the escape route. We did manage to get a close-up of Gracie's take on Dorothy for your enjoyment:

Gracie as Dorothy
Halloween 2012

She is not thrilled with this plan. Too bad! Check out that wig. Trick-or-treaters loved her!

A Pound Puppy

Sometimes I think Dasher has forgotten his previous life. He puts his puppy head on the pillows and spreads out on the sofa so as to leave now room for anyone else.

Dreaming of chasing cats
October 2012

He turns his nose up at treats that are not the fancy-shmancy chicken jerky at the expensive all-natural, organic pet supply shop.

"Dry squares of tasteless cardboard? Simply insulting."
October 2012

But, then he reminds me that he does appreciate his new life and all that we do for him when he holds my hand so sweetly while we ride along on a lovely fall afternoon.

Nosey!
October 2012

Sub-Par Treats

Sep 24, 2012

This guy used to be homeless. Now he turns his nose up at treats that are not chicken jerky.

You Stink.

One lovely Sunday at the lake, the rain began to pour. Buckets, I tell you. So, in the interest of preventing muddy dogs for the drive home, we put all six dogs in the garage and closed the door. Somebody went into the garage for ice and came back to report that the furry guys had gotten into the garbage. 

Oh geez. Well, it's better than mud, right?

Wrong.

Dasher came galloping into the living room, a smile on his face, tongue hanging out and REEKING of what smelled like dead, rotting fish. He came at me like he was going to give me a nice, big, juicy fish kiss, but before he could, I sent him to the bathtub for a detox.

Grandpa said he'd had tuna fish a couple days ago, and Dasher must have discovered the remnants. We all agreed that must be the root of the smell and had a good laugh over it.

On Monday, Grandma emailed. Yes, there was tuna fish in the garbage, but Dasher didn't get into it. He chewed a bottle of deer repellent and do I know what the main ingredient in deer repellent is? 

Do you know what the main ingredient is in deer repellent?

BEAR URINE.

Dog Run

I'm a runner, and Dasher usually runs with me. It's a great way to expend some of his young-dog energy. Last week, I ran the Peachtree Road Race in my beloved hometown of Atlanta. Sixty thousand people run the race, and there just isn't any room for pets. In lieu of Dasher's presence, I wore this shirt:

Shirt from johnshipe.com

I bought the shirt from John Shipe, a musician in Oregon who happens to have a pit bull. He knows the bad rap his pal gets, and he decided to write a song called "Pit Bull Blues" about the undue stereotyping. Watch the video on YouTube - you'll love the message!


Although Dasher did not run with me, he did run with all of his doggie friends. All. Day. Long. They played so much that he and his best friend slept all the way home to Knoxville. They started the trip like this:

Gracie and Dasher snoozing in the backseat
July 4, 2012

By the end of the car ride, they had ended up this way:

They're a pack all to themselves!

I'm a proud doggie mama and will most definitely hang a framed copy of this one on the wall.

Chew Love

I've mentioned once before that Dasher despises baths. The entire idea of water pretty much repulses him. So, to reward him for letting my wash him, he gets a special treat afterwards. I'd say it's worth it, and I bet he agrees.

That rawhide is as big as he is!

Look at his wagging tail!

I love when they use their paws like little hands.

A Sunday Swim

Against his wishes, Dasher endured yet another swimming lesson yesterday. We went to the lake earlier than usual so the water would be relatively still and there would be no other dog or human distractions. We hung out on the shore, easing ourselves away from the edge a little bit at a time. The first step from the solid rock beneath his feet gave Dasher a little surprise, but he began paddling. And paddle, he did. Right back to the rocks and out of the water. 


We called, and he returned. I think he's hating it a little less. We repeated this exercise a few more times. Then he became really reluctant to return, so we took a break. Other dogs and humans had arrived by that point, so we loaded everybody up in the boat and took a ride. Dasher was the first the jump on board. He loves the boat! He must not understand that the boat is in the water, and he might have to swim in anything went awry. He sits regally on the seat as he watched the shore whoosh by us. It's the ultimate head-out-of-the-car-window feeling.


Later in the day, Dasher's favorite human dude had a brilliant idea. Let's try him on a float! When I beckoned him to the dock stairs, he attempted to divert our attention by trying to jump back on the boat. It did not work, and I eventually got him to step onto the float with minimal resistance. A huge step forward in my book. It took some convincing to get him to sit, and then lay, on the float, but we were successful in the end. Dasher wasn't shaking and seemed only marginally afraid, mostly when I walked out of sight to grab the camera.


Then, as proof of our progress, we asked Dasher to swim to the dock from about twenty feet out, and he did! He attempted to get onto the dock where there were no stairs, so we still have some learning to do, but I'm feeling more confident that we'll get there someday soon.

"I will never understand humans. Where is the joy in this? Where is the dirt? Where are the rawhides?"
June 2012

"Alright. It's cool as long as you just hang out right there and pet me. I guess we can work this out."
June 2012

"What are you doing?! I told you to stay right here. Where are you going? You can't breathe under there, you know."
June 2012

"Huh. This is kind of relaxing. Not so bad after all. Hey, will someone throw me a bone?"
June 2012