Banished

This afternoon, my daughter had a friend over to swim in the pool. To Lucky, this meant "I'm going in the pool! I'm going in the pool! I'm going in the pool!". Much to his little canine dismay, I was in NO mood for a wet dog. "Why can't you be more like your sister?" I said as I watched Molly contentedly snoozing on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. No dice. Lucky's little brown eyes were locked on the pool and the fun that was being played out before him. Oh what a horrible dog mom I am! Should I give in and let him jump in the pool or should I be the firm Alpha mom? Even better, should I bribe him with a treat? Yup, treat it was. A few Milk Bones later and he joined Molly on the floor. What a good dog.

Poo Pick Up

I thought the poo from one dog was gross. Now there's more to bag in the backyard. I've been through several different methods of poo removal and have finally decided on the quickest and cheapest, though the most unpleasant. It's the old "grab and bag" method. Get a plastic grocery bag (think recycling) put it over your hand, grab the poo and drop it in another plastic bag. This works best on the dry stuff. The fresh stuff is messier and stinkier. In the name of all that's decent, I've decided to leave out today's photos.

Bath Day

The smell of dirty dogs in the morning prompted me to get out the shampoo and the garden hose. I bought a fancy new tea tree oil doggie shampoo that's supposed to relieve itching and hot spots. Lucky has always had itchy skin, so I thought I'd try it. It smells really good and lathers up like crazy. Neither dog really enjoys the indignity of an outdoor bath, but they both kept a stiff upper lip while I scrubbed away the stink. As a reward they each got a meaty chew bone. Yum!

Ball or obsession?

The dogs have followed me out to the porch. Molly is content to sunbathe and contemplate the blades of grass. Lucky, however, thinks porch time equals play time. He brings me his favorite blue Orca ball (it floats), places it at my feet, and hyper-ventilates with excitement. I throw the ball. He retrieves it. I throw the ball. He retrieves it. You get the idea. I'm beginning to think the poor dear is a bit obsessive-compulsive. Or am I?

Lucky and Molly's First Blog

Today the dogs have begun their journey into literary fame. Considering neither dog can use a computer, this is no small feat. Lucky was an only-dog until Molly came along. Lucky is the top dog of the household at 42 pounds and 11 years. Molly happily takes the lower-dog status at 91 pounds and 6 years. What Lucky lacks in size he makes up for in energy. What Molly lacks in energy she makes up in size. What a perfect pair!