Mr. Tex is doing great! He is turning into quite the handsome fella! Just to keep you updated on the score, so far it is Tex 3, Petunias 0. He is currently in an epic battle with my rose bush (you would think there would be easier victims) and so far it seems to be a draw. On the plus side, he was able to vanquish the DQ kiddie cup he got last week! To give you a sense of how this guy operates, the other day he was racing around the family room, clipped his cone-of-shame on the end table, flipped onto his side, slid across the hardwood and careened into the dining table, bounced up and kept on going. Thank goodness for us, he has since been able to ditch the cone which makes things a little more predictable!
WARNING: If you have delicate sensibilities, you may want to skip the following story.
So, in a busy household, especially with four dogs between the residents and fosters, they have to take attention when they can get it. Over the years, my big dogs have learned if they follow me into the bathroom (I’m the only girl in the house), I will be stationary and hands-free for a period of time while using the toilet – which means scratching hands are available for them (Am I the only one who does this?!?)! Just as they should, the puppies are learning from the residents, which means when Archie and Clyde follow me into the loo, Clementine and Tex are somewhere in the mix. Quite naturally it happens that the little dogs squeeze in front of the big dogs as they are all clamoring for pets. But! All the sudden, I have a problem because I have four dogs who need love, and two available hands… Let the squirming, nudging, and budging begin as they all vie for good position. I have now developed this “drive-by” scratch strategy hoping that if I hit each of them with short, strong burst of pets, they’ll barely notice I’ve stopped before I’m back to them for another round (as I’m sure you know, the pot is a good place for strategizing). Which brings me to this morning. Everyone was following the script as normal, but my boys must have felt they needed a little extra attention today and so they were a bit more aggressive and seriously crowded the little dogs. As they bulldozed their way forward Tex and Clem were squished against the base of the toilet, and both took what must have been the only exit available to them at almost exactly the same time. Yes, I AM going to go there. As I sat and watched, two puppy heads popped up through the leg holes of my underwear, huge smiles on their faces, pleased they had clearly come up in the pole position, and ready to reap the benefits! No, you don’t need a picture (I don’t normally take my camera to the facilities with me), your imagination will have to suffice.
If you would like to experience similar puppy antics rather than living vicariously through me, contact your placement advisor!
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