Thanksgiving Terror

My dad always likes taking Sport on his morning walks with him. They leave at seven in the morning, while I am still asleep.

Yesterday morning, about a mile away from our home, two off leash dobermans spotted and chased after my dad and dog. Sport panicked and slipped his collar, running for his life towards the main road. My dad didn't chase after because he was afraid that the dobies would come after them. Finally, once the two dogs went back to their owner, my dad ran towards the road but Sport was already gone.

My father searched for fifteen minutes along the road before heading home to get me and a car. He felt so bad.

Imagine his surprise upon returning home and finding Sport sitting in our front yard! My little man had run across two main roads and over a mile to get home. Sport was ridiculously happy to see my dad and was jumping around like a madman.

I am so glad that it was a holiday and no one was on the roads. I gotta say, I am surprised that Sport knew how to get home. He curled up at my feet all morning and slept like a baby.

My Christmas Wishlist:

-Flyball lessons for Sport
-Antler chews for Sport
-Bully sticks for Sport
-A chest freezer for Sport's food
-Exotic meats to fill the chest freezer for Sport
-More dog toys for Sport
-A digital camera to take more pics of Sport
-Money to pay rent

Of course, I will get none of these. Instead I will get yet more clothing that I don't need because that is what my mother does.

Frustration boils over....

Gah. It is totally my fault, but I just wish that my house was calm for once...

I took Leo for a walk today. I was working on his leash manners. Sport was giving me sad puppy eyes so I threw him a PB Kong and left him out of his crate. What's twenty minutes? He'll be fine.

Leo is a very hard puppy to train. He is clumsy so he doesn't really realize what his body is doing at any given moment. So when I am clicking him for walking by my left side, loose leash, he is like, "Great! Food is falling out of the sky!" instead of thinking about why he got clicked in the first place. Towards the end of the walk he was doing really well though and it was like he had caught on... but then the neighbor's dogs started barking and he just kept pulling and pulling and pulling. I hate ending the walk on a bad note, but my hands were sore from his hard mouth and I was dizzy from all the back and forth walking that we did.

Not pleased with the walk, but not upset, I enter my house to find two doughnut containers that my roommate had left on the kitchen table, on the ground. My bear claw was already gone and the three long johns were all half eaten. Sport! I was picking up the pieces when Leo sticks his head in the trash and devours what I think was a mango skin.

AHHHHH!

Both dogs are locked in their crates for the moment. I can't deal with them right now. Not until I am less angry and tired of their antics. Sport is definitely not getting dinner tonight. He will have a tummy ache and nothing more. I love these two, but I cannot wait for someone to take Leo off my hands.

:x

Sometimes, I can't really post what is on my mind. That is why the blog has been slow as of late. Job security and all that...

In other news... nah, I got nothing. I can't wait until my manager gets back.

Until I have something interesting to write about, here is a video of Sport and Leo playing:

Puppies...

I almost forgot why I try to not foster puppies. Don't get me wrong, puppies are the cutest things ever, but my new foster dog Leo, a 6-7 month old puppy, is CRAZY!

As soon as I brought him home, Sport and Leo were hellbent on destroying my home. Sport realized that he was faster and more agile than Leo, so he would run under the glass coffee table, through chair legs, behind the tv and over the couches to play "chase." Leo, who I am convinced is part puppy/part horse, would clod around behind Sport crashing into the glass coffee table, knocking over chairs, through the wires behind the tv, and over all of us on the couches. I sent them outside and Sport quickly taught Leo how to dig and then they munched on grass in between crazy chase sessions.

Leo gets into everything. I am apparently horrible at puppy-proofing and every time I turn my back he has something else in his mouth. Shoes, blankets, dog beds, trash, tablecloths, couches... I can not let my guard down for a second(currently he and Sport are in the yard running around like fools).

He and Sport are getting along fairly well. Sport likes to play with him a lot. I think the weirdest thing is what is going on with Sport. With his other doggy friends, he likes to play chase or play with toys and tug. With Leo, he wrestles. At first I was scared that he was hurting Leo because Leo is quiet, but Sport sounds like a Tasmanian Devil. However, they just continue to wrestle until I chase them outside. It is odd though, becase Leo always puts himself on the bottom so it looks like Sport is a big tough dog.

It's a good thing puppies are so darn cute. I can't imagine putting up with this otherwise. People who want dogs that stay puppies forever are crazy. But at the same time, I think someone should take Leo home soon cuz he really is funny and adorable.

Things the Leo is still learning about:
-Screen doors (he's crashed into it more than once...)
-Oven doors (There's a dog in the oven!!!!BARKBARKBARK)
-Stairs (his horse part doesn't like it)
-Dachshunds

Little Leo

Sport is a mean foster brother... haha