Tonight, we’re going to do something a little different. Dillon has been hogging my computer for the past month and a half, so I though it was about time I had a chance to say something. So, tonight, this is Mike talking about Dillon and Micky.
When you bring a new dog, person, whatever into your life, you’re agreeing to figure out a way to find a happy life together. Dillon has done well over the past month and a half and it feels like he’s always been part of the family. As much as he complains about Micky in his posts, the two of them get along very well and she’ll even curl up to sleep with him. And as much as her mouthful of teeth scare Dillon, she’s only shown them to him a few times and never seriously tried to get him. This weekend, you couldn’t wedge your fingers between the two because they were cuddled up so closely. They respect each other and their space, so everyone gets along.
When they’re outside, they play well together and share most things. Sometimes, Micky gets a wild hair and decides she wants to play with one of his balls, but it doesn’t last too long and then the world returns to its natural orbit. However, the look on his face as she sits quietly trying to chew his ball apart is priceless.
He’s a curious little guy and wants to know what Micky is doing as she hunts for moles. He hasn’t figured out how to hunt for moles yet (or the carcass when she’s killed one), but he certainly knows what to do with squirrels. We used to have squirrels visit our back porch daily, but with two black and white sets of teeth out there, the squirrels keep a little farther back these days.
Of course, you’ve heard about Dillon’s ball. That boy is never very far from one. He’s snoozing on my lap right now with a ball wedged under his head. When he leaves one outside, he is momentarily upset, but then sneaks away and reappears with a different one. Where he hides them, we haven’t figured out, but he certainly has no problem remembering.
Sitting inside at night, he usually has a lot of extra energy to burn off. So, he’ll hop up on your lap and politely place the ball in a spot convenient for you to throw it for him. If you don’t throw it in a time he deems reasonable, he’ll come over and move it to a spot a little more convenient to throw it. He doesn’t bark or make a lot of fuss about it. He just puts it down for you, backs up, and sits down to wait until you throw it. I’m sure he’s thinking “Dance Monkey! Throw my ball!” But he’s so polite about it, you just can’t help but play with him.
Typing can be a bit challenging when either Micky or Dillon is around. Dillon will drop his ball right in the middle of the keyboard and then when you don’t react, he’ll step across to move the ball to remind you it’s there. Micky doesn’t screw around. When she wants you to pay attention to her, she just plops her little butt in the middle of your keyboard and stares at you. Don’t underestimate that sweet little face. She’s got the “hang dog” look mastered and can guilt you into just about anything.
These two little guys are as different as they can be, but each has a special place here. We’re as lucky to have both of them as they are to have us.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled dog blog…
Play Date! Yay! I don’t know why they call it Black Friday. It was a little cloudy and gray outside, but certainly not black. In fact, the afternoon was so nice that my friend Kona came over. (I mentioned him before. He’s the one they call Stop That!) While we were out in front, putting up the Christmas lights, Liz and Kona walked by. Well, to be clear, Kona walked by and Liz was being dragged along behind him. He’s a puppy too, but he’s very strong. I think he’s what they call a Pit Bull mix. I see people on TV saying they’re scared of them, but I think he’s awesome. He’s just a big dopey guy who likes to play.
At first we were wrestling on the front lawn, but it’s a little hard to really get into it when you’re wearing a leash. So, Mom suggested that we go out back to play. That was a great idea! There’s plenty of room to really run out there and I know the race track path so I could stay out in front of Kona and not get mowed over. He plays really nicely with me, but he’s still kind of a clumsy puppy and things happen.
The other thing good about playing out back is that Dad piled up all the leaves in the corner! It’s a huge pile and really fun to play in. (Take a look at my video!) Dad grabbed my tennis ball and chucked it into the pile of leaves for me to go find. Awesome! I hauled butt right in there. It was like surfing on marshmallows. I could sort of stay on the top, but the ball sank down into the leaves. Once I got to the middle of the pile, I “swam” downward looking for my ball. Everyone was amazed that I could find it so easily. Have they never seen what a dog can do with its nose? I may be young, but I know how to use my nose. I sniffed around and flung leaves out of the way until I found what I was looking for. What a blast! I was loving it and Kona seemed to be enjoying it too! The only real difference was that his big butt just sank into the leaves! Hah!
One drawback to having a big Pit Bull as your friend is that he drools a lot. My whole head was coated in dog slobber. It looked like I had stuck my head in the sprinklers. I like having a big muscular friend around though. With him watching my back, I’ll never have to worry that somebody will sneak up and get me. Not that this is a real problem around here, but you never know.
I was exhausted tonight! After Kona left, I came inside with barely enough energy to carry my ball. When Mom suggested that I needed a nap, I didn’t even argue with her. I snoozed and snoozed so much that I almost missed dinner. Fortunately, Micky’s little stomach alarm goes off like a ship’s claxon right on time. She may have missed a meal or two somewhere along the way, but not since I’ve been here.
If this is what Black Friday is all about, sign me up! I’ll be back for it again next year.