Breed a Deerhound with a terrier, you get a Derriere. True to the end!
Breed a Bulldog with a Shih Tzu and you get a Bullshitz.
Breed a Pointer with an Irish Setter, you get a Pointsetter. A traditional Christmas Pet. ~Good Dog! magazine
This past week has been filled with entertainment only an animal lover can appreciate. Along with our two dogs, we have been caring for a Goldendoodle and two Burmese. The Goldendoodle, a 76.8 lb. half Golden Retriever and half Poodle, and the two cats, weights unknown, are visiting for a brief spell from the city. The guest canine’s, Reiley, stay was planned in advance, and the felines’, Tate and Toby, were brought out here on the spur-of-the-moment by me, gran. I had been asked to check in on the cats while the owner, my daughter, was away; however, upon my first visit, I decided to get the carriers and haul them back home. Being considerate, I emailed my daughter to get her permission, but by the time she contacted me, all three of us were in my little roadster headed to the country. I had answered the hands-free phone and the only instruction given was don’t let them get outside. When I arrived at the house with the boys, who are also good friends of Reiley’s, I expected a show of four-legged pals greeting each other with gusto, but instead, all were nonplussed about the meeting. Tate and Toby went to their favorite spot, shown in the following photo.
Are we comfortable yet?
Reiley, always a good sport, became a bonafide country boy and earned the admiration of our 9 year old Rottie mix and 3 year old Shepherd mix a few days ago. My husband, myself, and the three dogs were outside doing what we do, when suddenly I heard my husband yell, they’re after a coyote! I turned to find Doogie leading the charge with Reiley and Trixie following and giving chase to the wily canis latrans. I proceeded to run out to the field with the hope of calling them back. Instead, my frantic attempt was interpreted as a rallying war cry. The three dogs excitedly continued on across the undulating terrain and disappeared from sight. Doogie and Reiley were spotted gallavanting onto our neighbors’ field, while Trixie, wise for her years, stopped at the property line. Just as I threw my arms up in resignation, I saw all three slowly and quietly returning across the field. All three, resembling weary soldiers, had an air about them. Their job was done. They had bonded.
How did I know Reiley’s weight? We decided to take him to the vet, when we saw him favor his left front paw. It was a mild sprained ankle, but it can come with the territory of enjoying a Walt Disney adventure.
Reiley recuperating from his new found experience while keeping watch on the cows across the road.