Archive | April, 2023

Golly, Oh Golly!

22 Apr

This is Golly’s official portrait, taken just before we left the Humane Society. Probably the last time the dear critter sat nicely and smiled for the camera.

So far, he has pulled his run out of the tree, and totally destroyed not only four tennis balls, but managed to yank on his collar hard enough to break the clasp. And took down the clothesline in the process.

And then came inside and chewed up The Squire’s nook.

I was walking Golly around the pond last night and he tried to follow a frog into the water. Mud up to his knees! Where Blazer hated the water, Golly enjoys it.

The Squire went down and bought him a new collar this morning, and I got him another tug-of-war toy. It should come as no surprise that he totally destroyed the first one we bought him.

Oh, Golly, what are we going to do with you?

We Have a Dog!

2 Apr

After casually remarking quite a few times that “I’d really like to have a dog”, The Squire finally told me Saturday morning that we were going to the Humane Society to get one.

We went up and looked at quite a few senior dogs. We’re too old to take on a puppy, with all that entails, and older dogs are sometimes harder to place. A win-win situation. After “interviewing” three we decided on a 7-year-old pit-mix. His previous owner had called him Goliath, but we call him Golly, which seems to be very appropriate. He is a little smaller than Blazer – 70 pounds, opposed to 90 – (35 k, vs 45k) – but he is the same color and has the same smile. Golly is the third pit-mix we’ve had, and we’ve adored them all, from my beloved Brinks to Blazer and now this goofball.

He knows a few basic commands – come, sit, down – and is semi-housebroken. He’s really good about going outside to water the bushes, but we’re having some trouble with the rest of it. He also seems to think he is a lapdog, and we’re trying to dissuade him of that misconception! He walks well on a leash, but doesn’t understand it’s pointless to try to catch squirrels. He is tall enough the reach the counters and the table, and THAT won’t do at all, although we don’t mind him standing up to look out the kitchen door. We locked him in the kitchen with his bed last night and I honestly expected to come down to find the trashcan emptied and things generally in an uproar, but there wasn’t a bit of mess. He also behaved beautifully while we went to church. It has taken him 24 hours to become a confirmed Mama’s Boy!

And he is a chowhound of the first order. My! Can that boy eat! He got himself into some serious trouble this afternoon when he grabbed a fresh loaf of bread off the counter in the split second it took me to reach for the knife. He and I had quite a discussion about that trick.

It will probably take a week or more for him to get used to this house and our routine, but I think it’s all going to be OK.

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