Wagon Train

Well, Fluffy Fans, this blog entry could go one of two ways. I'll let you decide.

The first falls back onto Chancey Shandy's shoulders and makes HIM write the blog - again. Stating plain and simple even more torture that he has to endure by living here at Grade Lodge and would anyone ever be able to love a dog that has been tortured so. But that would involve letting him sit in my chair again and then I have get the dog nose off the screen, again.

On the upside, there is no hair to clean up after this guy. He simply does not shed. I've taken him for walks with me in my black fleece pants and even keeping him at close heel for the entire walk, bumping in the back of my leg, leaves no trace of hair.

So there's that scenario about our Fluffy Pal.

The other scenario is...displaying his ever growing and blooming family side. His tolerance for all things children and his (finally) understanding of what it's like to be in a family and to be loved and to give love back.

I can't begin to describe the changes in this dog in the past two weeks. He has a WAG!! I wasn't sure there for a while if we'd ever see it but it's finally arrived. He is also starting to give "kisses". If you are a dog person you love it - if you're not...you probably think it's gross. It's only gross when...well...you know when it's gross.

His other new trick is called "show me all your lovin'" - yeah, I know there's probably a song in there somewhere (some guys from the 80's with really gnarly beards sang it - drove a purple PT Cruiser-type mobile). He is very into being on your lap while you are on the computer. Again, he's about sixty pounds - give or take. He's fluffy but he's solid.

He likes to jump on your lap and cuddle in. He's really into getting & giving affection!! Hooray!

His silly personality is really starting to shine too! This morning I had to run some errands and I couldn't take them with me so I told the dogs to "Kennel Up" and everyone went scurrying across them laminate and into their crates. Everyone got locked in and I walked out. As I was standing at the kitchen table gathering up my stuff, I heard a sort of scratchy noise and then heard the familiar tickety tickety tickety on the floor. Thinking that was awfully loud for a cat, I turned around to see our Pal Chance standing behind me, WAGGING HIS TAIL AND SMILING. I was able to read his mind and he said, "Well, now that we've locked up those smooth coated girls lets be on our way."

Thankfully, he can be bought with Charlee Bear Treats. Hee hee - back you go.

Ok - I know that he's come a looooooong way since we first brought him into our home and gave him that first haircut (hee hee) but he is a young dog and he still has a ways to go. He walks pretty good on the leash but he could do better.

He's gotten really good at number one outside but we still have rare, occasional number twos and he feels really bad when he does. It happens mostly because he is very, very stubborn and likes to do a lot of things on his terms. "I'll poop when I want to, " seems to be his motto when Connor or Scott take him outside. If I'm upstairs half-dressed with one contact in AND I'm on the telephone, then he wants to. But he lets you know by whining at the door.

And so Fluffy Fans, if you are interested in a dog who is tortured by made to listen to Michael Jackson from the 80's (hey, even the librarian said it was a good album) and who finally found his wag, this is the dog for you. He also likes to go for very short wagon rides.

Woof!