Dad went out of town on Friday, so it was just me, mom and Boney for the weekend! I knew it was going to be a great weekend when the first thing mom did when she got home from work on Friday was to take me for a car ride!
I didn’t know where we were going, but it didn’t really matter – I mean we were in THE CAR! Mom surprised me and took me across the water to a park called Howard Coffin. There is a really cool walking trail there and a dog park! My cousin Garrick was practicing soccer, so mom thought it would be a good idea for me to walk around a bunch of activity. We took a couple laps around the trail and then saw that the dog park had opened up, so headed over there for a quick game of Chuck It! and back to soccer practice. That was pretty tiring, so we came home – I snoozed on the floor for a bit and then Boney and I snuggled up on Mom’s lap.
Saturday Boney was up early (that man does NOT know how to enjoy a weekend snooze fest!) so I got up with him. Mom gave us breakfast and then left to go to something called CrossFit Grit. She must have been really tired, because she forgot to put me up in the room. I got to stay out with Boney and have free range of the whole house while she was gone! Mom told me later that she meant to do that, but was super nervous because it was the first time she left us alone. She felt a little better about it because she has a super secret spy camera that she could watch to make sure that we were getting along (Boney can be a jerk sometimes!)
The rest of Saturday was pretty uneventful. We went for a couple walks, took a little nap and mom had a friend over for dinner. My braves disappeared for a little bit when her friend was over, but mom says that will happen from time to time and not to worry that one day my braves will be here to stay!
Sunday was a fantastic day (aside from Boney waking up early AGAIN – I really need to have a heart to heart with him about that). We went for a walk, worked in the yard (I deathed a lot of sticks!) and then just relaxed. I did a little sunbathing. Later in the afternoon, we watched the Masters, where I cheered on Bubba Watson. Then dad came home and I gave him some kisses and snuggles. All in all, I’d say we had a pretty productive weekend!
What did you do this weekend?
Since Moby is currently benched when it comes to playing ball and frisbee, we go for A LOT of walks. We go for a walk every morning after breakfast. If I’m able to come home at lunch, we go for a walk then. We go for a walk either before or after dinner (depending on what time I get home because heaven forbid if Boney eats a MINUTE after 5:30!). And sometimes we go for a walk before bedtime.
His energy level dictates what type of walk we will have.
Usually the after breakfast walks are pretty calm – he’s still waking up, it’s dark out so there isn’t a lot to peak his attention and he walks almost loose leash.
Lunch time walks are another story. He’s been sleeping all morning and is ready to get out and play! I’m sad to say that I am usually being dragged around the neighborhood when it comes to lunch though sometimes towards the end he gets a little tired.
Dinner time walks are usually a toss up. Sometimes he has a full belly and and is pretty calm. Sometimes (when his dad and brother come along) it’s like he’s never been for a walk before in his life!
Bedtime walks are much like the morning walks. It tends to be a little darker/at dusk so there isn’t a lot going on and he’s almost ready to call it a night.
My favorite walks are in the morning – it’s quiet and it’s just us – not too many others are up and about and I can be in tune with him. It’s perfect.
My least favorite walks are during the day. In our neighborhood, folks tend to let their dogs roam at large. I’m always on the lookout for what is ahead and aware of anyone else that might be walking their dog as well. I only want to put Moby in situations where I know he will succeed, so I try to avoid those that might end another way. For example, there is a woman in the neighborhood with two dogs that walks by our house every day. She is very nice and always says Hi! but I know that one of her dogs is leash/dog reactive. So, if we see them, we simply choose another route. No need for both of us to get stressed!
This weekend, we weren’t so great at avoiding situations. In fact, we were charged on two separate dogs on two separate walks. It’s almost like we had a target on our back! I’m happy to say that Moby reacted incredibly well (much better than me!).
In the first situation, we turned a corner and I could see someone with their dog a block away, also turning the corner. We moved to the other side of the street so as to avoid a face-to-face walk by. She didn’t see us, but her dog did. Her dog (a schnauzer) barked, jerked at us and backed right out of his collar – can promptly came running and barking at us. My first reaction was to protect Moby. I had no idea what this dog’s intentions were an it was obvious his mom was in shock over him coming loose. Moby sat and I knelt down and shielded him with my body. The dog came right up and stopped once it realized that I wasn’t going give up – and his mother finally made it to us and scooped him up – but with no apologies for his behavior!
In the second situation, we were walking and saw a neighbors dog in their front yard (which I knew he could get out of) so we proceeded to turn around before he realized he could get out. At that point, a tiny Yorkie came charging down the street – growling and snapping. Again, Moby sat and I covered him up. The owner came sauntering down the street to which I hollered (all while huddled over Moby) “He’s afraid of little dogs!” (disclaimer: he’s not, but I was trying not to yell the profanities that were going through my head and that’s all I could come up with). The response: “just kick her away, it’s fine.” Again, no apologies. Next time I won’t be so nice and I WILL kick your little dog.
The thing that makes me maddest about both of these situations is that because of Moby’s size, if he would have taken any action at all – which would have been perfectly legitimate in my eyes as he was the one being attacked – it would have been his fault. And neither owner said they were sorry. I can promise you that if either one of my dogs get out/loose and goes to another dog, I’m going to apologizing up a storm! I’ll also be rethinking the type of collar/harness/leash I use and making darn sure it doesn’t happen again!
We’ve had a couple days of situation free walks since then but I do have to say that it puts me on high alert when we are out. What would you do in those situations? What can you say to those owners without sounding like a jerk?
Before we brought Moby home, we told him he had one task: teach his big brother Boney to sleep in! When Dixie got sick, she would wake at all hours to eat and, of course, we catered to her every whim. Well, Boney got a little too used to getting up at 4 or 5 in the morning for breakfast and continued to do so even after Dixie no longer did. It was a habit we just couldn’t seem to break him of!
Since Moby has been home, we are happy to report that Boney has only gotten up a couple times at 5 (of course, these days happened to be a Saturday and Sunday!) but has otherwise slept until at least 6! I’d say Moby is keeping his end of the deal
If you follow us on Instagram (@mloehle), you’ve seen that the boys actually like to snuggle with each other a lot. Boney, who is usually a daddy’s boy, has taken to leaving dad’s lap to come over to snuggle with Moby on my lap. At times, Boney isn’t too keen on sharing with Moby, but for the most part Moby just ignores it and continues to snuggle away! We can’t be happier that they seem to be getting along as most brothers do – tolerating each other, the “big” brother teasing the “little” brother and in the end loving each other!
Moby had two foster brothers – Turk, a large dog, but still smaller than Moby -and Rufus, a small dog. Moby and Rufus had a lot if interaction so we weren’t worried about bringing Moby home to meet Boney.
Boney has always been the little brother, both literally and figuratively. This is his first time taking on the big brother role! His name (Bonaparte) definitely lends itself to his personality and he is quick to let everyone know he is boss.
(Picture courtesy Emily @ Our Waldo Bungie)
Moby, on the other hand is pretty laid back and is definitely a pleaser! We knew we had to take the introduction slow – as the size difference is quite large and we didn’t want either one of them to start out on the wrong foot.
On Monday after work, we went home, picked up Moby and took him to his Papa and Grandmas to meet Boney (Boney LOVES Grandma and they are always kind to watch him should we be out of town). We took the boys for a short walk together to get acquainted.
After our walk, we packed Boney’s things in the car and headed home. Boney got to ride in the front seat with Moby in the back and I’m sure he was thinking “Why is this dude in the car with us??”
We kept Moby’s leash on and carefully watches the boys. They were curious about one another but for the most part pretended not to be. If Boney got to close, Moby would jump and vice versa.
At bedtime, Moby went to his crate – I told him he was a silly boy and that he sleeps in the bed with us at night. He was excited, as that was a special treat at Foster Mom and Dads! Boney wasn’t thrilled about sharing the bed, but he quickly settled down.
By morning, they were getting to be buds. I wouldn’t say they are lovers, but they aren’t fighters – which is good enough for me!
I’m sure that as time goes on, they’ll grow on each other. Wednesday morning we woke up to Boney snuggled up to Moby’s butt (I guess Boney has been reading Jake’s blogs on Oh Melvin and thought it was worth a try!)
Last year, I made a pledge to blog more. Ha! That lasted a few weeks and then I just disappeared off the face of the inter-webs! I’m not going to promise to blog more now, because that will only cause un-due stress when it doesn’t happen. I will try to figure out how to get my instagram, facebook and blog all intertwined so it’s a little easier to stay on top of things.
A lot has happened since you heard from us last.
In April of 2013, Dixie was diagnosed with Stage 4 Lymphoma. It came as a complete shock to us because she had her annual exam in January and was completely fine! After just having lost Brutus in December, we were not prepared to lose another of our pack! So, she started on chemotherapy and quickly went into remission!
In June, Dixie turned 10. We built a screened porch addition on the house where Dixie can often be found lounging on a wicker love seat enjoying the outside breeze with all the comforts of being on the couch.
In July, Joe and Miranda visited Gettysburg and Crystal Springs Farm outside of Antitem. If Miranda had been thinking sooner, a visit with the famous pooches of Oh Melvin (and Yo Jake) would have been possible, but last minute plans rarely work out.
Summer and fall passed quickly and we had lots of fun with the doggies and other family. Dixie’s chemo continued until mid-October.
Dixie stayed in remission until January 1. On our visit to the oncologist January 2, it was confirmed that her Lymphoma had returned. We were devastated as we thought we’d have much more time with her.
In February, Boney turned 9 and we had the family over for a birthday party. A good time was had by all and the doggies enjoyed a gourmet meal complete with birthday cake and cookies!
March is fast approaching and our time with Dixie is nearing the end. We are cherishing every walk we can get in with her and all the snuggles and kisses she will let us give.
Mom has this strange addiction to Molly Mutt beds. I don’t blame her as they are super comfy. But, they were really starting to take up a lot of room on my floor. That meant less room for me to spread all my toys out, so I asked her to clean up a little bit.
Her solution was to put my bed under the coffee table. At first I was like “What the heck are you thinking? That’s ridiculous!” But then I realized that I’m the only one that can fit there, so I was like “Clubhouse!!”
Mom likes to call it my man cave. I go there when there are no laps available or when I don’t feel like jumping up on he couch. It’s actually kind of cool, but I don’t want it to go to moms head that she has a good idea!
Do you have a special place that you like to lay? Teller about it!