As a member of the Purling Puppies Webring, I'm obliged to occasionally write about my dogs and post pictures. Since there is no knitting news, this seems like the perfect day to catch up on the doggy news.
Glory, our big, black lab mix, loves the blackberries in the back field. She has been known to eat them right off the bush, but she likes it best when someone picks them for her.
Everytime we go for a walk I feed her a few. She's going to be disappointed when the season is over.
The little white spots on her are seeds. She's been banging around in the brush and weeds trying to find a rabbit.
Yesterday the dogs went to the groomer and, for the last time this summer, Pappy had a haircut.
Last spring after Pappy's first haircut of the year, a woman at doggy school who takes breed standards way too serious (my opinion) took me to task. According to Miss Doggy Police, Papillons are NOT supposed to have their beautiful long hair cut and people who get haircuts for their Papillons shouldn't be allowed to own them.
She also informed me that Pappy was certainly embarrassed to be sheared like that.
I found her lecture so ridiculous that I couldn't even get mad. It was all I could do not to laugh in her face.
If anyone reading this is inclined to agree with her, let me defend Pappy's haircut.
Pappy is an eight year old rescue dog. He's not a show dog, he's a family dog. Several times a day he goes for walks in the weeds where he is likely to pick up ticks, sticky seeds, and burdocks. He delights in diving into brush piles in search of rabbits and other rodents.
He loves to go to the groomer and I've seen no sign that he's ashamed of losing his long fur for the summer. Short hair is more comfortable for Pappy and much easier for me.
Sunny has lost four pounds since April. Last night at doggy school, Gail the trainer checked Sunny over and declared her thin.
Tonight, for the first time, she got a maintenance serving of Canidae dog food - a third of a cup instead of her diet portion of a fourth of a cup.
We will continue measuring her food and watching her weight very carefully to make sure she doesn't gain the weight back.
All three bluebirds are thriving. Today is the last day I will open the nest box before they fledge.
Once they get to a certain size, there is a danger they will jump out if the box is open. This little guy might be ready to jump out now if he wasn't so tired.
Yesterday I saw their mom bring them a baby garter snake. Yum yum.