The Gatorgate Incident

Mom’s house

I was working on a plumbing problem at Mom’s house (which is on a corner of our property) and needed a tool from my shop.  Blondie, Cochise and Gator were out in the play yard.  As I walked up the shop driveway Gator was shadowing me inside the fence.  I got the tool and went back to Mom’s house.  When done under her sink I looked out her kitchen window in time to see Gator scampering up the hill toward my house OUTSIDE the play yard fence.

I ran outside and called Gator, who ran back down toward me — until he caught sight of Blondie standing at the end of the Judge’s driveway across the road.  Then he took off to join her and they skipped merrily up that driveway together. Continue reading “The Gatorgate Incident”

The Great Crate Swap

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Cochise, on crate swapping
Cochise tells the tale

The weatherguessers were saying it was going to get cold. Too cold for Spencer to be outside: he needed to come inside with the rest of us for the night.  That is not a problem, but it does mean some rearranging needs to be done.  Spencer is a big boy and needs appropriate accommodations.

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Large and Medium crates

We have three Retriever brand transport boxes that we use as crates. There are several reasons for that. Continue reading “The Great Crate Swap”

Tinker’s Revenge

It was New Years day but it was also a Sunday so, as we always do on Sunday, we secured the dogs and went off to church. With travel there and back, Sunday school and the worship service we are gone about three hours.

For Blondie Bear and Cochise, that is no problem: they are tankers and can hold their bladders for a full day if they must. Like when it rains. They HATE going out in a hard rain. But for Tinker, three hours is quite a while and he will be dancing around and running for the back door as soon as we come in the front door. He IS reliable, he’s just uncomfortable at that point.

So all the dogs got a time in the yard while Marie and I took care of some things around the house. Then we readied to go to my Mom’s house to visit with my half-brother and his family, who had driven in from Nebraska the night before for a Christmas celebration with Mom and her grand-daughters.

We thought about securing the dogs again, but it was no longer raining, it was not especially cold, and Mom’s house is actually on our property, just outside the dog fence. They can keep tabs on us if they are in the yard. At the very least they like to bark at us in warning about the dangers of willingly entering a home where not one but TWO cats live. Continue reading “Tinker’s Revenge”

Cochise’s Bedtime Dilemma

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Last night Cochise had a bedtime dilemma.

Cochise and Blondie Bear are permanent residents.  Tinker, Jasmine and Gator are foster dogs.  We offer multiple dog beds but who sleeps on what can be kind of fluid during the day and evening.  Everyone is okay with that.

bedtime dilemma, blondie on futonIn the living room are a pair of beds made from a donated futon pad.  These are favored when Marie and I are in the living room or kitchen, and are big enough that they can be shared when necessary.

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At bedtime, however, each dog has a definite preference. Continue reading “Cochise’s Bedtime Dilemma”

Christmas in the Dog House

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In many homes Christmas morning is met with the squeals and giggles of children tearing wrapping paper to discover what treasures hide within.  At our house it’s a little … different.

When Marie and I  got home from church we walked down to my Mom’s house where we met up with my brother and sister-in-law who drove in from South Carolina for Christmas lunch.  She runs a restaurant  and brought the food.  A tasty meal and a good visit with family we don’t get to see often.

Then Marie and I returned to our house to open presents with The Kids.  There was no wrapping paper on their gifts (much of that is toxic if eaten), but they didn’t mind.  Wrapping paper just confuses them.

The squeaker squirrel was a special gift intended for Tinker (because he does SO love squeaker toys) so we rescued it from Jazzy before she could do it harm and gave it to Tinker.  It instantly became his favorite toy! Continue reading “Christmas in the Dog House”

Gator the Adventurous Pibble

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Gator is an adventurer.

GatorHe lived with a family before, but they weren’t around enough to suit Gator.  Gator is also a pit bull.  That term strikes fear into some people, but that is due to misinformation.  In fact that term isn’t even a breed of dog: just a label hung on any dog with a short, muscular build and blocky head.  Through this, and breed specific legislation, much harm is done in the name of ignorance.  The proper name for this dog is Staffordshire Bull Terrier, and they are historically superb family dogs.  At one time they were called Nanny Dogs, not Pit Bull, and were the favored choice as a companion animal for a family’s children.  But I digress.

Being a Staffie, Gator needs a lot of attention and affection.  He is happy to give the same, as well.  He apparently wasn’t getting that where he was living and be broke out of his fencing and went adventuring. Continue reading “Gator the Adventurous Pibble”

Tinker Takes the Sofa After Squeakasaurous Incident

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Cochise, on DST
Cochise tells the tale

It was a couple of nights before Tinker got his HW treatment.  NiceLady was looking for Tinker.  He was not in his usual spot in the hallway.  She checked the snuggle beds in the bedroom, she checked in the den, she checked the futon beds in the picture box watching room, she checked the blankets around the eating table.

No Tinker.

She turned on a lamp … there he was!  Too well camouflaged to see in the semi-dark.

In our house we have a “no dogs on the people furniture” rule.  It’s only fair: they have a sofa, a chair and a bed.  We have like 6 snuggle beds and an assortment of blankets scattered around the house.

But earlier that evening Tinker had been playing with the squeakasaurus: Continue reading “Tinker Takes the Sofa After Squeakasaurous Incident”

The Pibble House-guest

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Vega is a Pibble. A Pibble that was rescued from the local shelter. A rescued Pibble that was sent to a foster home to be loved and cared for until the Rescue can find him a Forever Home.

Unfortunately, Vega chose not to remain in his kennel at his foster home. He decided to go have himself a walk-about. That was not in his care plan!

So Vega came to stay with us just until his pen could be repaired and reinforced to prevent future walk-abouts.

Vega the Pibble PosesHis first evening here, he stayed outdoors in his pen. He didn’t want to stay in his pen, he wanted to go on a walk-about and he tried to make a hole to fulfill that desire. HairyFace caught him, patched the damage and said, “Do not do that. Bad boy.”

Vega watched intently as Hairy undid what Vega had done. He made no attempt to interfere, just watched and emitted a soft, low growl. Not aggression, just telling Hairy that he did not appreciate the intervention.

But he has since stayed in his pen.  Mostly. Continue reading “The Pibble House-guest”

Life at The Rock

We hit our high temp for the day (38°) at 5:30 a.m. – it’s gonna be THAT kind of day today.  But it IS December, so we have to expect a few of those now and then.  The weather guessers are saying that tomorrow night we could get down in the teens, so I’m going to spend some time shutting off outside water and draining hoses.  Then we have to find a way to pack 6 large dogs into our small house for a night or two to ride out the cold snap.

For those who don’t know, Marie and I are engaged in canine rescue and fostering. We have fenced in a large (1/3 acre) play yard and have two 10’ x 10’ pens with roofs, pea gravel floors and igloo style dog houses. We have adopted two of our foster dogs, Blondie Bear and Cochise, who serve as mentors to the other foster dogs. At the moment we have another 4 fosters ranging from 50-ish pounds to around 80 pounds. The two biggest fosters (80 lbs: Gator and Vega) are residing in the outdoor pens. Tinker is a full-fledged house dog, Jasmine is in training and doing well.  Our latest addition is Vega.  Continue reading “Life at The Rock”

Cochise’s Terrible, Horrible, No-good, Rotten Day

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Cochise tells the tale

Blondie strolled in and looked over my shoulder as I pecked out the title of my story on the keyboard. “Are you sure you want to call it that?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, it wasn’t even the whole day: just a couple of hours.”

“It’s my story, and I like the title. I think it’s catchy. I think my readers will like it too. So, how about you go chew a hoofie or something.”

“Hmph!” Blondie wheeled around and sauntered out the door, headed for the picture-box watching room and the basket of toys and chewies.

Actually, she does have a point: my ordeal did not last all day, and it ended well. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Now, where to start?

It was an average Friday… Continue reading “Cochise’s Terrible, Horrible, No-good, Rotten Day”