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danceswithgary...although I believe Tessa could also qualify for gymnastics. She now flies over the gate into the kitchen, launching herself from the second stair and over. She can't manage the trip back, but I'm sure that's only days away. She's exceedingly bouncy. Poor Molly is limited by her much shorter legs, except when she goes for Tessa's belly and flips her over. She may be smaller, but she's tougher.
The sweaters were Gary's idea. I was looking online for lined raincoats for them and he decided they needed sweaters to show their support for their 'sister' who's currently away at law school (Michigan State). He was the one rummaging through outfits at the pet supply store before we even picked up the puppies while I was looking at food and collars and leashes. I had to be the tough mom who pointed out that although the human daughter would go bananas over a puppy dressed like Batman, we didn't know what size to get.
Gary is such a pushover for his babies - my sweet marshmallow man.
It's a gorgeous day here, so after lunch we're off for another walk along the canal (we live very close to the Erie Canal). We've been trying to pack them up and get out to a new venue at least every other day, working on learning to heel and behave politely when they meet other people and dogs.
Yesterday, we had a slightly worrisome encounter with an unleashed Labrador Retriever who didn't respond to his owner's callback. I was crouched down (never an easy proposition with my knees and hips) offering treats to distract the girls and reward them for not barking and suddenly I had a large wet nose in my face and was very glad it wasn't followed by teeth. Meanwhile, the owner is yelling 'those ankle-biters are vicious' and that her dog would end up being bitten and sorry he didn't obey. Right, my dogs were leashed and calmly eating treats - not chasing other dogs or people, lady. Oh well, another walk and lesson today in the sun. :-D
The sweaters were Gary's idea. I was looking online for lined raincoats for them and he decided they needed sweaters to show their support for their 'sister' who's currently away at law school (Michigan State). He was the one rummaging through outfits at the pet supply store before we even picked up the puppies while I was looking at food and collars and leashes. I had to be the tough mom who pointed out that although the human daughter would go bananas over a puppy dressed like Batman, we didn't know what size to get.
Gary is such a pushover for his babies - my sweet marshmallow man.
It's a gorgeous day here, so after lunch we're off for another walk along the canal (we live very close to the Erie Canal). We've been trying to pack them up and get out to a new venue at least every other day, working on learning to heel and behave politely when they meet other people and dogs.
Yesterday, we had a slightly worrisome encounter with an unleashed Labrador Retriever who didn't respond to his owner's callback. I was crouched down (never an easy proposition with my knees and hips) offering treats to distract the girls and reward them for not barking and suddenly I had a large wet nose in my face and was very glad it wasn't followed by teeth. Meanwhile, the owner is yelling 'those ankle-biters are vicious' and that her dog would end up being bitten and sorry he didn't obey. Right, my dogs were leashed and calmly eating treats - not chasing other dogs or people, lady. Oh well, another walk and lesson today in the sun. :-D
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