“If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them.” – Phil Pastoret
For the past few days, we’ve had Reiley and Carly, the city slickers, visiting. Our two canines have been accommodating hosts. They share the sofas, the five calorie Milk-Bone biscuits, and the chewy toys. All have their designated sleeping spots, Doogie, Reiley, Carly upstairs in the same room, and Trixie in her basement retreat behind the patio window curtain. They go on hiking excursions around the field, in unison or in two’s. Trixie, the senior among the group, usually acts the loner, but lately, she has been a reliable trekking guide. We’ll always keep our eye on Trix, because she has been known to lead another dog to the road. She’s such a tease. Puppy Carly idolizes our Shepherd mix, Doogie , and can’t contain her enthusiasm and smothers him with kisses. Of course, this is typical puppy behavior, but we like to think otherwise. It’s entertaining. Reiley, the rabbit hunter extraordinaire, is so focused on his outside endeavors that he forgets where he is. He now wears a collar that signals a reminder to listen for a command. It’s a contraption worn around the neck, similar to a device around the ankle sported by thugs under house arrest. Reiley is happier now that he has some freedom, but like a kid, he needs to know his boundaries. All in all, the pooches have a good time and return to their respective lifestyles refreshed and back into their zen-like states. What about my husband and me, the camp counselors? We dream of busting out of our boundaries and heading to the casinos in the hills. Stay tuned.
Carly, at right, thinking of what to do next….Doogie, left, wondering what the youngster is going to do