Luna’s adventure continues. In the upcoming graphic novel I expanded on this storyline because I had the room for expensive sets and costumes. Sophie takes Luna on quite the adventure. Oh, and Annie goes along this time!
Now you will forever picture doughnuts with ears. Creepy, huh?
Sophie’s change when our son was born were astounding. And instant. One day she was a goofy, aloof lab and the day he came home she turned into mama bear. To be honest it was shocking. When our son came home from the NICU, a visiting nurse had to make housecalls. On the first visit she put a scale on the dining room table and we put our son in the scale. The second she moved to the table, Sophie bolted and wedged herself between the nurse and the table.
We were stunned and took a second before reacting. We had never seen this behavior before. I’m pretty sure the nurse peed a little. From then on, Sophie’s world revolved around our son.
We still have this chair. And despite all the canine traffic, it’s held up well. I do miss having a Sophie on it.
They reall are that complicated. In a good way. The thing that astounds me the most is that the more you mearn about and study dogs the more fadcinating they become. Dogs are not plug and play. You have to put in the work. A lot of my training was trial by fire. We had a lot of foster dogs with a variety of issues. You just have to put in the work and the patience.
The one book I do reccomend to everyone that adopts a dog is Mike Ritland’s Team Dog: How to Train Your Dog--the Navy SEAL Way . Until that book came out I never thought to look to military K9 handlers for knowledge. I was blown away. The bond the SEAL handlers have with their dogs is like nothing I’ve ever seen. That book is a must read.
The battle to keep dog toys from becoming sponges in the rain rages on. For the most part our Weezy doesn’t bring her favorite toys outside. However, Gunnar likes to steal those toys and take them outside to get Weezy’s attention. For the most part we’ve trained them to keep outisde toys outside. When you live in a region with red clay this is paramount to not letting your house turn into some sort of modern art clay sculpture.
And yes, Doug is playing with a Spawn figurine. And yes, it’s actually one of my Spawn figurines.
Thankfully we haven’t had a wipeout incident in quite some time. On the flip side, my dogs are determined to change the kitchen floor into a red clay tennis court.
