Working-K9: January 2010 Posts

Sunday, January 31, 2010
Power Paws walk '10

Yes the weekly weekend festivities have begun once again! This weekend was the power paws walk. I unfortunately didn't get to go this year. My human can't take both Atlantis and I to events like this, apparently we are quite the handful and as you know my human has small hands. So this year Atlantis went. She needed the outing and I enjoyed the peace and quiet at home.

Atlantis did get to see her half sisters at the event, Brea and Davidia. My human got to see her friends from the Arizona Goldens group. Atlantis came home with several bags stuffed with goodies and samples after using her puppy cuteness to win the sympathies and generosity of the vendors at the event. Yes I taught her well!

Atlantis even wore my backpack to the event. It didn't fit her quite as well as it needed to but it stayed on. She just needs to fill out more and gain a little more weight then it'll fit properly. You'd think her wearing my pack would bother me but you know; it didn't. I never liked wearing it anyways and if Atlantis wants to carry all the supplies I'm all for it. Takes a load off my back, literally!

After the event the humans and dogs wandered down the road a bit and found a nice sub shop to each lunch before heading home. Apparently Brea kept laying her head on Atlantis and Atlantis isn't fond of being a pillow for anyone or any dog so there was some kicking and shoving but not bad. Davidia, being the smart one, slid under the bench and away from her half sisters and all those human legs and feet.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Whack-A-Pup

It's probably my favorite game. One I have played with each and every pup my human has brought in to our home to watch or train.

It all started back when I was rather young and in the obedience classes at petsmart. Many of the dogs in class with me were smaller than I was and they were constantly in my face or chewing on my tail. This was totally annoying and something I refused to allow. So I started lifting my paw and with one quick and accurate swing I'd send the little pups tumbling away. It was great fun.

The tradition continues in to the here and now. I have evolved my technique a bit over the years. For starters I don't always use my paw anymore. Sometimes I simply use my rock hard skull. Other times I use tools like all you silly primates out there. That's right, even I can use tools and I'll use whatever is handy.

My favorite tools are the pups own toys. You see the pup thinks I'm gonna play with him/her. Then in a flash I snatch the toy from the pups grip and whack it across the head with the toy! This really confuses the pup and often the younger dog will stop and ponder the situation for a few moments which, in turn, gives me ample time to whack the pup again and again and again! Muhahahahaha Oh what glorious fun it is!

Monday, January 11, 2010
I don't wanna be clean

"You smell like a dog". I hear this frequently from my human. Of course I smell like a dog, I'm a dog. While this is a very obvious fact to my human she still insists I don't need to smell like a dog.

This is an issue we've had since I first came to live with my human and is an issue I don't see us resolving any time in the future. The facts are pretty simple. I like to be dirty. There is nothing, other than belly rubs of course, better than a good ol' roll in the dirt.

I need my morning dirt roll; my after breakfast dirt flop; my post-nap tumble, my post-errand roll in rocks; my pre and post dinner dust baths and the all important just before bed gettin' down and dusty. Ok so there are probably a few more in there during the day but you get the idea of my average daily routine.

Once a month my human insists I'm cleaned and stay clean all day until the following morning. Oh it's horrible I tell you! For several hours all I can do is stare longingly out the window towards the dust-bowl of a yard as it yearns for my return.

Even when I'm let out to potty I'm supervised and my human will stand right next to me to make sure I remain in an upright position. She actually stands there and waits for me to relieve myself. I get no privacy.

Atlantis oddly enough doesn't seem to mind the whole bathing process. In fact she seems to actually enjoy it. She's either a total nut or just a suck-up. I haven't decided which is more likely yet.