Today I welcomed a new boarder, “Dotty”, a young pointer mix. Dotty is about seven months old and every ounce a puppy. After mom had dropped off, Dotty met the corgis, one by one. Each time I brought a new one into the yard Dotty would look at me asking “how many more of these things do you HAVE in there?” Finally everyone was successfully introduced. Dotty has them all figured out: Pager is the bossy but benevolent “Mama” dog who feels the need to keep puppies in their place; Brook is the “I’m too cool to look at you and besides I am the pretty girl who doesn’t have to acknowledge you (especially since you ARE such a cute puppy”) and Trystan is – well, Trystan is the Party Boy. I put the two older girls inside and the Fun began. Dotty got Trystan chasing her so hard his head spun. He had no idea one little white dog could move that fast and turn that quick. After pretty much ripping the wet lawn into tatters with their flyin’ paws, Trystan decided it was time for a dip. He loves to cool off and “fish” (sure, buddy) in the pond. This just dumbfounded Dotty. She stood on the bank and stared, wondering how those stubby little legs could get any shorter. Finally, after a lot of play-bowing at the water’s edge trying to get Tryst to re-engage in play, she decided to dip a paw. Then another. Then…when she got all four paws in she decided that being surrounded by that funny shiny ripply stuff was too weird, and bounded straight up onto the bank. Next she decided to hop-scotch (this is the ballerina part) lightly back and forth from rock to rock at the edge. She must finally have gotten too hot, and T. STILL wasn’t coming out, so she kinda squinted her eyes and plunged in. That did it, now she’s a water dog. Is there anything more amazing then watching puppies discover the world?
July 10, 2010 by Tumalo Bed & Biscuit