First Dog

I was visiting my parent's and I started looking through their albums for a picture of a dog show I had with my friends when I was 9 or 10.  I didn't find those pictures, but I did find a picture of my very first dog.

It's hard to take a picture of a picture (especially of an old picture!), but that is me being knocked over by Zipper and my Dad sweeping the snow.  I guess he didn't think there wasn't enough snow to need the shovel!

This picture pretty much sums up my relationship with Zipper.  The first day I met her - she knocked me over and I cut my hand open.  But I loved dogs and even though she bit me, knocked me over, jumped on me, wrestled me to the ground and bruised me with her tail - I wasn't going to complain!  I finally had a dog!

  I was 5 and she was 50 lbs of muscle. 

The day we brought her home, I proudly walked up and down our street for an hour hoping that someone would ask me about my new puppy.   No one did, but I was sure they were all impressed that I finally had a dog. 

Unfortunately, she ran away....a lot.  My parent's told me that she ran away one day and they couldn't find her.  Maybe that's true, but they also told me that my pet chickens ran away when we were on vacation.  Years later my Mom accidentally told me that they had arranged for someone to come and "process" the chickens while we were away from home.  "But we didn't eat them!, she said.  Oh, that makes it so much better Mom!  LOL!!

Week-end Trip: Part 2

This is Tibby before I dropped her off at Woof Dah on Sat.  I very carefully groomed her, so there wouldn't be a single hair that was even thinking about matting.  I picked her up on Sunday, barely 24 hours later, and she was full of mats.  FULL OF MATS!!!  She got a week's worth of mats in 24 hours.  How.  Is.  That.  Possible!?!

Oh, well I'm hoping that means she had a fun time.  I think they might be from the sprinklers outside or just....what?!?  How does that happen?   I started to work on the ones around her neck, but she is so tired that it is pitiful and I'm just letting her sleep.

At the wedding with my little friend A.  She ended up riding home with us, because her parent's had to drop her sister off at camp.

The beautiful bride and groom.

Zoe's Mom and me.  It was Zoe's Mom's little sister's wedding.  It was a great wedding!

They had an awesome DJ and I danced all night long.  So much fun.  My feet and legs are dead.  So tired Sunday morning. 

A. and Tibby sleeping in the car on the ride home Sunday.

It just gets cuter and cuter!

Awwwww

She woke up and said, "My coat smells like dog."  Tibby does smell like a dog after she has been at Woof Dah.  It's weird.  She never smells like that at home. 

Tibby on my lap now.  See A. in the background? 

So tired.  So messy.  So matty.

We stopped for ice cream.  A. couldn't finish her ice cream.

"Yum!"

"More!"

And finally Tibby's report card from Woof Dah.  Looks like she kept them up all night!  There is a staff person that sleeps with the dogs.  The human has a roll out bed and the dogs have their bunk beds in one big room. 

She always gets 'catch me if you can'.  The number of !!! varies from visit to visit. 

One thing that I really like to see is the difference when I drop Tibby off and when I pick her up.  She is very good about entering a large group of dogs.  If you have ever met Tibby you know that she is not shy, but when she goes into Woof Dah she is very submissive for the first few minutes- low tail/head.  She doesn't go into the group all crazy and jumping every where.  When I pick her up she has a high tail and she is running around with her friends.  It is very interesting to see.