Girls rule boys drool? (sorry Bart)

First...Bart is the dog love of my life.   He beats Greta my childhood weimareiner and I didn't think any dog could do that.    With that in mind I am going to say...our boys are gross and our girl is not.    I tried to spin it as they are old seniors and things happen when you get old and we just have to deal.    I tried to remember if there was a time when they did not have gross habits.    I've only known Mattie about 8 weeks...but she is the most "girl" of any dog I know (this would not be a large group)...not paint your nails or  sprakle collar..just "girl".   She grooms.    Chomps the nails, licks the legs and tummy, chomps the nails and chews the bones to maintain shiny teeth.      She has had 0  ZERO potty accidents....ZERO...and   she doesn't smell.   My boys both smell. And  burp..and pass really awful smells...then walk away because THEY don't like the smell.    Mattie  tries to groom the boys.    Our first "dog fights" were because she would not quit licking them and apparently they like their bad smells well enough to fight off or growl away a nice little clean girl who was just trying to be helpful.   Her only flaw so far?   Besides chewing the outdoor stuff....she can jump on furniture with muddy paws.....but we planned ahead.    The furniture is leather and the pillows and throws wash.  Other flaw....I still think she would race away if she was off leash outside.  Call of the wild..maybe?      We're going to try Zilker over the holiday to  meet some new doggies.   On leash...with assistance of college girl who comes home in 2 days.  YEA!
Boy dog baths this weekend if the sun comes out.   

Corny...

Ya just might miss the point

Try’n to win the race
Life’s not the breaths you take
But the moments that take your breath away

                                               George Strait

Dogs and kindergartners...pretty much the same.   Under stress they are totally unpredictable.
Today in Kindergarten we will paint.
Today in the backyard there will be bones, blankets and sun and squirrels.
 
Here is old dog trying to play with new dog.....lasted less than a minute and then he needed a nap.

Ears

I don't have a picture so I hit google "ear".   13 pages and more of diagrams and Mr. Holyfield with his chewed off and a pretty girl with  multiple objects...hard to find a nice looking ear on google so you get an ear diagram and if you choose a review of ear parts.   
Ears are important.    Mattie nipped her pack leader when he quit scratching,playing with her.    She sat down beside him on the couch like a human....leaned over and nip nip.    He bent over laughing and she went for a nip on the back of his seat.    She was GOING to get him to keep playing with her.   I told him he should scold her...I told him he should firmly say NO!   Nope...he didn't.     Cesar would be disappointed.

Sunday Naps

I found her on the couch...on my new pillow and throw.....she won't look at the camera.   She thinks I'll go away if she doesn't look at the camera.

Here she said bad words to me with her eyes.   I could hear them.   And I felt bad for what I had done.

You know....let sleeping dogs lie..lay?  That one.

.I am forgiven here.    But only because I provided her  a nicely coordinated mustard pillow and rust throw with burgundy threads running through.     She doesn't smell doggy so the turkey day company might not notice the pillow they are resting their bodies on is also bedding for our  dog.  :)   The dog who now owns my couch, three throws and 5 pillows.    So far she doesn't chew the indoor finery.

I would like to try to get more than sleeping dog pictures....but that is what lives here.   Sleeping dogs. 2 out of 3 sleep all day and all night waking only for feeding and peeing.   It's not the best of role models for a young girl from the woods of Austin....but it's her fate.    She is a rester...in Kindergarten that is a good thing...and at the senior centers I bet it's a good thing too.   
Outdoors she has found a new chew.   My garden hose.

Golf cart, nets and cages..oh my!

Those who travel in golf carts netting wild dogs...might be slow to gain  wild dog love.  

Or not.

Bart the Badass

I'm sorry, but I think if you don't have eyeballs and you have a disease, you might ought to not go around starting fights with your brother and sister.   I took a picture, now gone, of a standoff he had with Ollie over O's food bowl...it ended with O on top  and Bart flailing his head around, mouth open in a possessed sort of way.    Funny and kind of sad.     I broke it up  and  neither was willing to end it first.   No teeth vs no eyes.
Then he wanted to check out Mattie's crate.   M kept running up to him to see what he wanted and then he jumped up at her,  fur up, mouth open, but I mean seriously...she's two pugs taller than he is.    No way he could land more than an ankle bite, but he really couldn't find her and then  she backed up ... ran to pack leader for cover and love.

When is their birthday?

Birthdays are on my brain.    Everyone has one and they come very year at the same time so why is it I can't remember Ollie's?    He's the only animal we own where we actually did know at one point many years ago...his true and honest day of birth.     He was purchased from a bug eyed lady in Lancaster  Texas and brought home to Pflugerville when college girl was 5.   So he's now 14?  because she is now 19 and born on Nov. 2 1990.  Yesterday was her birthday...hence...birthday on the brain.    Or is he 13 because it was in Feb when we brought him home and she is Nov?
Bartie was an adoptee as is Mattie.    So do you go by their adoption days/months?
To solve my problem I am giving every pet a new birthday.   I think it will help me as they and I age. Beginning this year...every pet in my house gets one year older on Thanksgiving.   I am thankful always for my doggies.     They make me smile and laugh and cry sometimes too...(really cool chewed up Bolle shades).

So on Nov. 26...Thanksgiving Day... Mattie will be 1, Bartie will be 12 and Ollie will be 14.    It's simple, easy and they really don't care as long as the snacks keep coming and their tummy gets a rub.   AND it's easy to celebrate.   There's a table full of possible treats and snacks already prepared.

Happy Birthday College girl.   You can keep Nov. 2 'cuz I was there ( with eye shadow  and good hair) and it's a day I won't ever forget!