Something cheery
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trystinnSunday I drove Tiger, Jim and their Boxer, Cheyenne, to Bellingham to pick up their new rescue Boxer. The first one didn't work out, he kept attacking Chey. So this is attempt #2 and its looking good. Better than good.
Chas/Chase (still working on the name) is the most zen-like Boxer I've ever met. He's incredibly calm, soulful and very intensely sincere. Poor guy has been kicked around and shows dog bite wounds all over. He's also incredibly thin. Not from lack of food provided, he just wouldn't eat much in rescue. I'd rate him at a 2. He's way too thin, I can literally lay my fingers inside between his ribs and he tires easily because of this. His ears have been horribly disfigured by cropping, Gods I hate that we do this to dogs. I have Basset Hounds, with beautiful silky long ears and if I can handle a few ear infections a year, so can Boxer owners. This hateful practice must stop.
I'm not particularly fond of Boxers, too much energy and the constant scratching but this guy I love. In fact, I lurv him. We had stopped at a convenience store to buy more water, as he seemed a bit dehydrated. While Jim went inside to buy a few bottles, Chas came up from the back of the Mazda5 and rested his head on my shoulder. I gave him an ear rubbing and he gave my chin a lick. Its pretty much that easy for me to fall for a dog. I've visited Tiger's home a few times since then to check on things and I always have doggie kissies and a sweet boy curled up at my side.
I took Flash by on the way home from work yesterday and all signs were good through the fence. Chey and Flash are bosom buddies, but I wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be possessive of either Flash or of Chas. Thankfully, the three dogs got along great. Flash is working very hard to teach Chas how to play with dogs, he doesn't seem to know how but he's trying. He's absolutely willing to learn. From the time I entered Tiger's house, Flash was off doing his thing (sitting on the sofa, looking out their front yard and supervising the neighborhood) and I had about an hour with Chas to rub on him and talk nonsense to him. He's either incredibly patient or he likes it.
It was very cute putting Flash in the car Monday morning to drive to work. Not only could he smell his buddy Chey in the car, but he could smell "new dog". He spent the entire ride, jumping back and forth over the seats, sniffing madly.
Hound mode: Engaged!
Chas/Chase (still working on the name) is the most zen-like Boxer I've ever met. He's incredibly calm, soulful and very intensely sincere. Poor guy has been kicked around and shows dog bite wounds all over. He's also incredibly thin. Not from lack of food provided, he just wouldn't eat much in rescue. I'd rate him at a 2. He's way too thin, I can literally lay my fingers inside between his ribs and he tires easily because of this. His ears have been horribly disfigured by cropping, Gods I hate that we do this to dogs. I have Basset Hounds, with beautiful silky long ears and if I can handle a few ear infections a year, so can Boxer owners. This hateful practice must stop.
I'm not particularly fond of Boxers, too much energy and the constant scratching but this guy I love. In fact, I lurv him. We had stopped at a convenience store to buy more water, as he seemed a bit dehydrated. While Jim went inside to buy a few bottles, Chas came up from the back of the Mazda5 and rested his head on my shoulder. I gave him an ear rubbing and he gave my chin a lick. Its pretty much that easy for me to fall for a dog. I've visited Tiger's home a few times since then to check on things and I always have doggie kissies and a sweet boy curled up at my side.
I took Flash by on the way home from work yesterday and all signs were good through the fence. Chey and Flash are bosom buddies, but I wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be possessive of either Flash or of Chas. Thankfully, the three dogs got along great. Flash is working very hard to teach Chas how to play with dogs, he doesn't seem to know how but he's trying. He's absolutely willing to learn. From the time I entered Tiger's house, Flash was off doing his thing (sitting on the sofa, looking out their front yard and supervising the neighborhood) and I had about an hour with Chas to rub on him and talk nonsense to him. He's either incredibly patient or he likes it.
It was very cute putting Flash in the car Monday morning to drive to work. Not only could he smell his buddy Chey in the car, but he could smell "new dog". He spent the entire ride, jumping back and forth over the seats, sniffing madly.
Hound mode: Engaged!
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Date: 2011-03-16 06:24 pm (UTC)I have a few friends who have very special attachments to our dogs to the point where they've asked to take care of them when we travel or if we can't take them when we move, etc. And each dog has someone who wants them in our Wills. I think I finally understand that relationship.