He loves the rain so he didn't care. I was less than excited. I drove him down to the Sammamish River slough and we walked for miles along the trail. Even PB was ready for his towelling off and the car by the end. When we got home, I got a fresh towel and thoroughly scrubbed and massaged him dry which he loves. And then, with a disgusted look because I wouldn't let him get on the sofa, he walked outside, sat in the middle of the yard in the pouring rain until he was thoroughly soaked again and marched right back to the dirt under my bird feeder, thus turning himself into a mud dog. And then he fixed me with a martyred and woeful eye. Which you can't see because the photo is too far away and I wasn't about to go stand in the swamp.
Oh the horror! The horror!
You would think I deprive and abuse this dog every day of his life. He stared at me for the next hour, refusing to come in and stay dry and warm and trying (and failing) to make me guilty. He conveniently forgot that earlier in the day, I returned from the fancy pet store after spending well over a hundred dollars on him, bearing special treats for class today, a new 30 foot long lead, doggie shampoo and these:
Sucker. Did you really pay that much money for us?
They squeak but softly since PB is still sound sensitive. They are cute and fuzzy. I got them because more and more, when PB is trying to entice me to play with him, he picks up the stuffed cat toys and walks around with them in his mouth. He isn't sure what to do with them but it's the first time he's ever showed any interest in toys at all. So I figured I would give him something one step up from the huge, stiff with dried slobber, dead squeaky hedgehog I still have from Hudson and am too sentimental to throw away.
Hoping to give him with something new and stimulating, I presented him with the toys and he actually took the one on the left in his mouth and carried it around a bit before deciding they were the stupidest things he's ever seen and added them to his scornful look from the back of the garden. Clearly I am insulting his intelligence by bringing such toys home to him. The cats however, think they are the greatest thing ever and Dexter tries to drag them all over the house. Sigh.
PB thus decided he can amuse himself all on his own. When I got up this morning, I found four ravenous squirrels on my far bird feeder and PB poised and quivering on the edge of the deck. He finally could take it no more and rushed back to chase them off. Even with that extra dewclaw, he can't climb a tree though:
Do you see him mom? Do you? Do you?
He then took up a surveillance post, poised and waiting....and waiting....and waiting....
You do not see me. I am a rock.
So I figured to hell with him. Squirrels are a lot cheaper than stuffed squeaky toys and god knows the cats don't need any more toys seeing as how I nearly kill myself at least once a day on all their mice.
Today we found this girl on petfinder. I emailed Janet and told her I would love to foster her and am hoping that I can go pick her up very soon. We need to get her out of the shelter, bathed and cleaned up and get some good food in her. I have a feeling she will be a gorgeous dog when she is all beautified. PB will get a girlfriend :)
We are off to go for a walk so crazy boy isn't too crazy in his class tonight. Wish us luck!
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