I don't mean to be such a spaz about the dogs I care for. I know I appear to be the crazy dog lady. Perhaps I am. But that's my life lately. [and I still say, bring it on!]
Today I asked Marley if he'd be my boyfriend. I'm
head-over-heals in love with him. They only pay me to take him
twice a week - for one hour. But I keep him out all day with
me. His folks are going out of town for a couple of weeks.
And Marley gets really upset when they're away. They asked me to
take him three times instead of two. I'm tempted to take him
every day - just because I love him so much! Now I'm thinking
he's not so much boyfriend material. He's too young. But if
he came in human form, I'd want him to be my son...Hunny's brother.
This [pictured] is how excited Marley was to meet Otis. I
couldn't get a picture of both of them together [I was driving].
But Marley's head is bigger than Otis' body. And they really
liked each other.
You can see in the background just how [not] thrilled Hunny was
to have Otis tag along today. After 8 years of this [off and on],
she's gotten pretty used to puppies joining us. And I have to
give her a lot of credit. She's very tolerant. She had zero
interest in giving Otis the domination-initiation. I think Otis
was a nice distraction for Marley. Oh good, you deal with the puppy. I'm going to sunbathe.
This was Otis' first day at the dogpark. He was a big boy
sitting in the car, on the seat [rather than on my lap]. I'm a
stickler about things like that. He was a little put off at
first, what do you mean I can't sit on your lap. But I'm so cute.
On our individual walks Otis is defiant. He shows very
little interest in me and turns inside out for neighbors and other pets
who pass us by. He would be content in taking off with some
stranger, without even a look back or a goodbye. When I try to
exercise him [just a walk folks], he stops dead in his tracks and
refuses to move until he decides it's time. This leads to me
eventually picking him up out of frustration, and carrying him
home. Well, not anymore big guy! Check him out. All
four on the floor.
I wasn't sure how he'd react to such a spacious place with so many other fun dogs and people. [I had visions of him waving, thanks for the lift - see ya!]
So I left a leash on him. That way I could get hold of him a lot
easier if he were to try to run from me. Well, this little
toughie from his street corner, found a safe haven at my feet all
day. He would wander away to check out other dogs and scurry back
between my legs. Like a kid playing tag, safe at home.
We spent an hour and a half at the dogpark today. There
are many days where we count the minutes until that hour is up.
But I know my job is fun when I lose track of time.