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Brat competition

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   Daddy attention!  Fun!!!

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Yay!  Bully Bongos!

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Don’t stop.

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Excuse me!  He’s mine!!! I want to play bully bongos too!

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Ha!

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Loving it!

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My turn again?

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Nope.

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Still mine!

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Daddy is mine all mine!

Living with Bull Terriers, an owner’s survival guide.

     First thing you must do to survive life with a bull terrier is hang on to your sense of humor.  If you can’t laugh, then you most certainly will not survive.

     Buy cheap furniture so you don’t develop an attachment.  Bully owners lose more furniture to their dogs.  Yes, I have lost a bent wood rocker, a few sofas, and several chairs to ours over the last 33 years.

     If you really love the item, it will have a short life span.  They will chew, knock over, break, smash, crunch, maim, anything you think you treasure.  Buy replaceable items, do not waste your money on anything that is not mass-produced.

     Never say never.  “My dog never……..”  They will make a liar out of you every time.

     When least expected, they will trip you, knock you down, or in some way injure you.  Always keep ace bandages and crutches on hand.

     Do not believe anything that tells you a toy is indestructible.  They will find a way.

     That innocent look does not mean they are innocent, start looking for what they’ve destroyed.

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      Anyone else have some survival tips?  You all have a good one!

Not a dog for everyone

     My doctor has his own emergency clinics.  This is a good thing because they take you as a walk in any time during the day and up until eleven at night at the one we tend to go to when we need urgent care.  When I show up there, they will ask us what the dogs did this time…

     As Bull Terrier owners the need for urgent care comes up often.   You never know when one will knock you over and cause you a sprained something or other.  When they wham you with their cement block heads a broken nose, a black eye, or even a concussion is not out of the realm of possibility.

     My dogs have managed to sprain my ankles, wrists, and shoulders.  I have skinned knees, fallen ass over tin cups, and I am covered with bruises from them on a daily basis.

     These dogs are not for the faint of heart.  They are definitely not for everyone.  Don’t let their looks and company manners fool you, they are an army of Ninjas out to wreak havoc on humans.

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She almost broke her brother…

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     I had Gavin and Patty out in the yard yesterday and they were enjoying this new freedom they have with the new fence.  Patty especially enjoys it, she loves to run flat-out around and around the entire yard.

    Well, she was doing one of her flat-out runs when I noticed she was  heading directly for me and Gavin who was sniffing about the grass near my feet.  Gavin, oblivious to her impending collision, kept at his sniffing.

     I, on the other hand, quick to surmise impending doom, dashed to one side to escape catastrophe.  Patty failed to swerve the last-minute, as one of her predecessors was wont to do, and tried to leap over Gavin.

     As you can see, I said ‘tried,’ the attempt was unsuccessful she hit him with her knees on the way over and almost went ass over tin cups.  The sound of the impact made me cringe.  Gavin uttered not a peep.  While I asked Patty if she was trying to break her brother.

     Gavin headed inside.  I don’t blame him.  The yard would also seem less fun to me if I’d been freight trained.  I called Patty in from yet another high-speed circuit of the yard.

     Opening the kitchen door to let both dogs in, I couldn’t suppress my giggles as I hollered to The Curmudgeon that his baby girl had tried to break her brother.

     You all have a good one!

Mooching dogs

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We know you have gummies.  Give them to us!

 

Let sleeping dogs lie…

     I love it when the pups dream.  Gavin will often do puppy barks in his sleep.  He has, on at least one occasion, howled in his sleep.  That was hysterical.  He didn’t wake himself but he sure woke up Patty.

     Patty doesn’t say much at any time and during sleep she’s no different.  However, her tail wags and her feet run against the side of the crate when she’s asleep.  She also snores louder than Gavin.

     Then there are the snores emanating from a certain lounge chair…. Yep, The Curmudgeon fell asleep in his chair again.  I’m not going to wake him.  Would you?

     You all have a good one!

If you are at Silverwood, say hi!

     I should’ve made tonight picture night, then I wouldn’t be sitting here frantically typing whatever comes into my head, so I can go to bed early, so I can get up early to go to the Silverwood Dog Show.  There are times that I do enjoy a good run-on sentence.

     I am looking forward to meeting some FB friends at the show.  I do hope you all remember to stop me and tell me who you are.  😀  Just keep your eyes open for:

 

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You all have a good one!

Bouncy bruisey Cirque du Soleil Bullies!

     If my dogs had thumbs and rope we’d be in real trouble.  I believe they think they are reincarnations of the flying Wallendas.  Yesterday, they did their absolute best to imitate Cirque du Soleil with flying leaps, hucklebutts, and rebounds off the couch.

     Shades of trampoline acrobatics!  Just my luck I was in their way and became part of their crazy routine.  Yikes!  Ouch!

     If you don’t have bullies you probably will never understand how I get so many bruises.   If you do have bullies, you have bruises, and many of them you have no idea how they appeared where they did when they did.

     You all have a good one!

Not a picture day.

     Every time I tried to snap some pictures of the pups yesterday they managed to dodge out of focus just as the shutter clicked.  This was not a catch your dogs doing something cute sort of day as it turned out. 

     Gavin snoozed on the couch, I reached for my camera, turned it on and *poof* he was standing next to me.  I turned to snap a picture of Patty on the settee and she’d already left it before I could push the button.

     I keep hoping I can catch them doing something cute.  Maybe tomorrow.

     You all have a good one!

Sneaky Gavin, real sneaky.

Hehehe!  I knew if I looked pitiful long enough someone would join me on the floor.  

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It rained…a lot.

     “I want to go out!  I want to go out right now!”  Gavin’s incessant ringing of the sleigh bells had me about up the wall.

     “It’s raining outside.  You really don’t want to go.”

     “WANT OUT!!!”

     “Oh for heaven’s sake…”  I open the door, the rain is coming down in sheets.  He goes out.  “I guess you really did have to pee, huh?”

      He dashes back in after peeing a lake.  “Wet, need to shake all this water on you.” 

      I throw a towel over Gavin before he can soak me and thank the fates that he’s a short-haired dog and not a long-haired one.  We go into the kitchen and Patty steps in front of me.

     “Want out.”

      “Patty, you really want out?”

     “Want out.”

     I open the back door.

     She steps to the top step and stops with her butt in the door.  “It’s raining.  I might melt.”

     “Too late you’re going now.”  I gently boot her down the steps and wait with towel in hand while she does her business.

     She piles in the door, soaked to the skin.  I throw the towel over her and briskly rub her down.  She likes the towel part.

     At least we didn’t have anything struck by lightning again…

      You all have a good one!

Silly dogs!

     In between the kitchen and the back porch we have a half-door that we can use when we want the regular door open.  I had two dogs telling me to hurry up and get their food in their dishes.  Gavin was almost too quick to photograph.  LOL!

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