I haven’t photo-dumped here in a while so here’s some nice shots I took of the dogs running around yesterday. Please enjoy the multiple pear-related puns within.
Yesterday we went for a nice bushwalk and the dogs sniffed a writhing mass of ants. Loki got a bit distressed about his back leg so I figured he’d been stung but when we got home Lu went crazy. Even though he’d hiked 7km, up and down hills, she wouldn’t settle, was scratching/digging the carpet, couldn’t lie down… she looked super happy though so I just thought she was being weird… but then I found bumps on her legs and so I reckon she got bitten even worse than Loki. Seems better now.
As always, such a handsome young fellow.
So Lumen knows when I chop up apples to eat, and I give her pieces of the core when I’ve removed the seeds. In our dog paddock they’ve found plums to eat, and pears… I don’t think she realises (yet) that these are apples.
Such a dorkburger.
Gah, she looks so fierce.
So ferocious, such teef.
It looks like she’s lying down on the job but really she was spazzing out in the sand. featuring BC doing BC things.
Oh he’s so lovely and sweet and handsome.
Um…. Did someone order a dorkburger, with extra dork?
RUN SIDEWAYS VERY FAST
Look at her magnificent tail.
The world from BC perspective
When life gets ya down and you have ant bites on your legs, it’s best to bury your head in the grass.
And just become one with the grass. Roll in it, feel its caress on your cheek. Embrace the grass.
“These f–ing ant bites are killing me, I hate everything right now. I hate you. I hate the sunshine. I hate the grass. I hate standing. I hate laying down. I hate ants.”
Maybe rolling will help.
Ermahgerd I’ma catch the toyyyy…. (did you know, ermahgerd is a “rhotacized” pronunciation? I’ve never heard that word, rhotacized. Apparently neither has spell check. Maybe it’s not a real word)(Apparently it is a real word)
Look at those two. So nice, such nice dogs.
Appearently, Lumen felt some pear pressure to get in on this fetch game.
We don’t have the BC stare-down game exactly, but this is pretty close. Mal is usually hovering somewhere behind Loki, hoping he’ll run.
I CAUGHT THE PEAR…!!!
NOOOO IT’S FALLING DOWN…. Now it’s pearsonal!!!
THERE IT GOES DOWN THERE ARGGGGG She seems pearplexed.
She looks so long and athletic and pretty.
And she can get some wicked height. (Mal’s all like: uh…. I don’t get it) I hope this photo gives you some pearspective on how high she can jump.
And now, let us see how the Border Collie jumps… Step 1…
LONG AND LOW! None of this mucking around up in the air business!
Prease throw the pear. Prease. He is despearate! “I will literally die if you don’t throw that pear!” “Loki, quit your hypearbole!”
No I don’t want the pear I want you to THROW the pear. (He is beginning to dispear! He is feeling quite exaspearated!) (Mal: Make the black dog run, MAKE HIM RUN DO IT GO MAKE HIM RUN!!)
Lu goes back back back…
Prepares to leap…! Maybe she will move pearpendicular to the pear…
One might say that’s a pearfect catch! She has fully demonstrated her expeartize at leaping and catching!
Oh he’s like a little pony…! Like a little miniature Pearcheron.
A side view of the collie
I’m gonna catch this one. For sure. I’ve got it in my sights, I’m ready… He demonstrates excellent pearseverance, my little collie… hopefully it doesn’t all go pear-shaped…
…Oh, it did. That was pearposterous.
Pearhaps if I do all the tricks will you please throw my pear? All this suspense is unpearable. Why do you continue to pearsecute me by not throwing it? Pearsonally, I think you’re just cruel.
A rare photo where Mal is getting involved in the game.
They’re good at sharing
How could you not feel tail envy over such a magnificent specimen?
Loki’s DW is giving me nightmares. One minute it’ll be good, it’ll be great if I start him with his paws at the beginning of the up-ramp but add speed and it all falls apart. So, rather than tear my hair out, I’m putting our progress in someone else’s hands, and I’ve signed up for RC class with Silvia. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks but finding myself sitting on the ground in tears (I’m blaming PMS because I’m tearing up right now and that’s just dumb) over a really awful DW session just isn’t good for me OR for little Loki. It’s not fair. So I need Silvia to say things like: “just keep going this” even though it doesn’t work because I have such a strong need to change things if they don’t work that I’m really, really bad at being consistent. Isn’t there a quote about only a fool trying something again when it failed the first time? Oh, not even a fool, the insane. Apparently that’s an Einstein quote. So I try and avoid being insane and change things around to try and get better results, as any good scientist would, when in fact he might just need to figure things out before the picture changes, I’m just not very good at knowing when it’s a matter of holding out and waiting for improvement, vs. changing something (whether it’s height, carpet, apex, starting spot, starting thing (eg. tunnel, wrap, jump etc), reward placement, etc). So I’m hoping Silvia can help. If SHE can’t help us, nobody can and we’re going to do 2o2o. Yuck.
Only a week and a half of school holidays left. Which is horrible.
Oh! And I’m up to 80,000 words in my novel, 130 pages. Not sure if I’ll finish it by the end of holidays. I’m AWFUL at solving the problems I write. This is where I get really stuck. Blergh.