Can't catch me!

Wrooo, everydoggy and kitty! The Girl and I went outside on Monday, for my kind of photoshoot.

(By the way, my good furend, Dozer, asked in comments about my last post if I was getting treats in return for poses. In fact, I was getting some very delicious turkey jerky. I just hate posing, and I hate it more everytime she makes me do it! I figure that if I pout and scowl enough, she'll give up. I think I'm more stubborn than she is, anyway.)

So The Girl decided yesterday that we'd go out and get some "action shots". Which means that she's trying to capture me in all my running glory. And not doing a very good job at it, because she knows next to nothing about taking pictures. But I had a lot of fun, which is really all that matters, right?

Here I am, running away from The Girl. Sorry it's blurry.

Another shot of me running away. Check out my ears flying!

This is a shot of me, when I'm waaaayyyyy outside of the frame. Too slow, Girlie!

And her timing here isn't much better. Can't catch me! I'm the Gingerbread Dog! (Yummmm, I think I would like gingerbread. I wonder if The Girl will make me some.)

At least here she shows some of my way-cool motion a little bit better, even though it's kind of blurry, too.

And here's one last shot of me running away. I notice that it's blurry, too. No gingerbread for The Girl!

The Girl would also like to apologize for the sad state of the yard. I don't really know what she means by that, but she said that there is no better way to realize how the yard really looks than to see it through the photo editor (which she really only uses to crop and rotate).

We do read the comments that come as they come into our email inbox. We just are not managing very well to actually reply to them. We're hoping to get around to read everypuppy and kitty's blog later tonight, or tomorrow night at the latest. I'm not sure how to train The Girl to do this more often. Positive reinforcement is only getting me so far. I wonder if she'd be more trainable if she didn't have opposable thumbs???

Post - Bailey

Hi, everypuppy, it's me, Dannan.

There are no pictures for the blog today. And The Girl is totally behind on reading blogs, so bear with her.

The reason there are no pictures for the blog is named BAILEY. You know, the little blonde cocker spaniel from yesterday's post? Well, let me tell you all about how that went.

The Girl's sister J told her that Bailey doesn't get along with most dogs. So The Girl arranged for us to meet on neutral territory down the street from Nanny and Papa's house. She said that at least then I wouldn't have any territorial issues, whatever she means by that.

The Girl and I approached J and Bailey, leashes all 'round. Bailey, who looks sweet and cute and everything, turned into a pulling, roaring, monster-dog! I had been quite good to that point, interested and pulling to meet her. When I heard her growls, I said, "Game on!" and launched myself to the end of my leash.

The Girl moved me away, and I calmed down. Especially since I got turkey jerky. So now, to me, being near Bailey is actually pretty good. I love turkey jerky!

We tried a few more approaches, and Bailey was having none of it. I pretty much ignored her, because what's the big deal anyway? Turkey jerky, my fur-ends, turkey jerky.

J and Bailey went off for a short walk while I went in and greeted everyone. Then, if you can even IMAGINE! I got kicked outside into the back yard, ALL DAY. At one point, people were going in and out the door, and Bailey snuck out. She again launched herself at me, and I'll always give as good as I get. Lots of noise and fury, she bit me, I bit her back, and then J and The Girl were pulling us apart. No blood, no skin broken. Bailey got dragged back into the house by J, and as far as I'm concerned, I won that fight! (The Girl: You should have seen him grinning.)

Anyway, I got left outside, which normally I don't mind, but today I just knew SHE was in there with all my people. We left right after dinner, which Nanny served early so I didn't have to be by myself quite as long. And both Nanny and The Girl came out and visited with me. J came out, too, to help clean my ears. I was a Very Good Dog and amazed the heck out of J. She said that Bailey would never stand still and let her even pick up her spaniel ear without freaking out. Well, I can totally believe that!

So I will get left at home for the duration of their visit. But you know, I did get a marrow bone in the yard to chew on, and I got to visit with my Papa in the basement. (The Girl tried to baby gate me in the downstairs rec room, but I totally blew through that plastic thing! But The Girl had another baby gate at the top of the stairs! Apparently she somehow foresaw that I would go all freight train at the first gate. That's when I got kicked back outside again.

Ahem. The Girl here again. Before you feel too badly for Dannan, you should know this: he ended up with TWO marrow bones, half a dozen squares of turkey jerky, more visits and belly rubs than he would have normally got (and he would have chosen to stay outside all afternoon anyway, which is what he always does!). AND he got to have a fight (which he is never allowed to do), AND he got to win! He didn't have that bad a day, all said.

But he's right; he'll stay home for the next few days while they are here. I'm pretty proud of him, though. He would have been friendly with her if she would have allowed it. He indeed was a Very Good Dog today!

(I'll be by everyone's blogs hopefully over the weekend. I'm addicted! I can't stand days that go by when I don't read what everybody is up to!)