Monty (and Zeke!)

Our human came home smelling of that smell again. We've gotten so used to it now, it's hardly noteworthy. Okay, so he was walking (other) dogs again, blah blah blah. However, the SPCA did tell him he should go ahead and name Big Head. He'd been avoiding it, but today decided to go ahead and do so. After conferring with Wally's apes, he settled on the name Monty. What do you think?

Is there a resemblance? Hmm...
The human's also been walking a dog named Zeke. Apparently, Zeke is a bit of a nut. He'd fit in here pretty well! (We didn't really just say that, did we?!)PS
Zeke isn't neutered yet so isn't available for adoption just now. We'll let you know when!

Inked, part 2!

Since we're updating all our news, we can't omit this one (just for you, Wally Tamale!). The human got inked again! We recognize that face, it's big bro Buko!! The human has been planning this tattoo since we lost Buko last fall but only got it done a couple weeks ago. It's not fully healed, so still peeling a bit and slightly red. (Same artist as the Narra tattoo, btw: Steve T at Olde City Tattoo in Philly.)

Hey, who's next?!

Introducing...

Has there been some sort of shift in the universe? What's going on??? The mail brought an interesting--albeit perplexing--packet yesterday. Apparently, little diaper-breath, pee boy has been recognized by the American Kennel Club!!! WHA....??? That's right, the AKC, in its infinite wisdom, has bestowed upon little Tuchuck a PAL number (formerly ILP). They're agreeing that he's a Border Collie, and the PAL number allows him to participate in AKC performance events without registration papers and a pedigree. Good timing since he just started agility class last week! Will wonders never cease?

Even though little bro doesn't have a paper pedigree, he's the second in a distinguished line of white dogs from that SPCA who have graced our home. And, in honor of Buko--in whose very special pawprints Tuchuck follows--Tuchuck has a special, registration-like name. Ladies and Gentleman, let us introduce to you: Coconut's View of Tuchuck! Watch out!!! :)

WHOA, that's a BIG HEAD!

Hello again! Seems like forever since we've blogged--and we can place the blame squarely on the human. He whines a lot about work being so bad lately, but we know the real reason for his slacker attitude is a bunch of homeless dudes that he goes to visit. We're talking four-legged dudes at the SPCA. He comes home all smelly. Maybe it smells like home to Tuchuck--ha ha!

So, yeah, he goes and walks these guys with Wally's apes--have they no shame? And they even take pictures! He particularly likes this big-headed guy with no name, simply referred to at the moment as "Big Head." They're thinking he's some kind of mastiff mix, with perhaps rottie? Big Head has some small bits that will be removed before he can go up for adoption. The human says there's a lovely little girl named Remy who reminds him of a female Tuchuck (now that would be truly unfortunate). Luckily, this girl is being spayed as we speak! And, there's a shy but loving boxer named Bruno. He's ready to go now! Check out his shelter webpage!

The pics are all courtesy Mr. J and Wally's Ma Ape--because our human's batteries died (duh!). More pics on Wally's blog!

Remy, aka Spaz!
Bruno

Ah, Sunday morning...

All that's missing are the bagels and the Times.

Cheatin' side of town

Who's this guy??? His smell is all over our human. Maybe a one-time thing could be forgiven, but repeated transgressions are inexcusable. And how disrespectful to parade that odor around our house!

Okay, okay, maybe we're overreacting. This guy's name is Ruskin, and his story is actually quite sad. His 86-year-old human has fallen ill and can't take care of him anymore. The sick man's son took Ruskin to the Delaware SPCA to be euthanized, because he said the dog doesn't like strangers. Our human and the shelter folks haven't found Ruskin to be problematic, but the shelter wants to be sure before they adopt him out. For now, they prefer Ruskin to go to a rescue. Until then, our human has been going to the SPCA to work with this big boy. We don't really like sharing, but since we've had to do so much of it lately, we'll let this one go.

Limitations of the internet

No pictures with this post. If only it were possible, we would post a smell. You see, you can't visually appreciate our latest adventure. Can you guess? Boone was the first to detect it, followed by Narra, then Tuchuck. Of all the critters that visit our yard, this was our first encounter with... wait for it... a SKUNK! Our poor, unsuspecting human didn't know what was going on until it was too late. By that time, the night was filled with an odoriferous presence. Through the din, the human detected a small, black-and-white creature run by with Tuchuck in pursuit. Narra and Boone had flushed it out and, in payment, frantically rubbed their faces in the grass trying to free themselves of its souvenir spray. Jackson, in all his dignity (and obliviousness), remained above the fray.

The human somehow managed to corral us all into the garage. Jacks actually got to go in the house since he remained perfume-free. The human disappeared with him into the kitchen. In a short while, he (the human, not Jacks!) returned with a mix of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and liquid soap. It worked well enough--we're in the house now (whew!)--but we understand we're going to the groomer in the morning. What's a groomer?

Where you been?

The human abandoned us again. Just for a short time, and we got to stay home! Our friend Lise came to take care of us--and she even made it snow! Only a few inches, but it was fun to play in. Better than being in some Dull-Ass place in Texas, says the human. Hee hee.

We almost forgot: Boone's Petfinder page has gone live! He's doing great with us, and we like him a lot, but we know there's a home out there waiting for him. He'll make someone very happy. We just saw on the rescue forum a quote from a super smart foster home: the woman told her foster dog, "You're no longer mine, but I'll always be yours." We feel the same, buddy.
(Sorry for the the out-of-focus shot, but it just conveys his personality so well--er, not the blurry part. :) )

So happy together

Boone went on his first road trip! He joined us as Narra and her human returned to Savannah for the Savannah Dog Training Club agility trial. Unlike this year's return to Asheville, however, they did not make up for last year's poor performance. Oh well. The real excitement of the trip was Boone's getting out to see the world. He was a little anxious at first, but he's learned to trust us and follow what we do. He's a quick study and quickly realized that we try to have a good time as often as possible! :)

Poor Boone did develop a "bad stomach" (was it nerves?), but we managed. (Yeah, because we werent' the ones who had to clean up! Ha ha!) And we survived Narra's disastrous "non-runs" at the agility trial. Thankfully, the human managed to keep a lid on his temper--we hate bad language! We even survived a super scary driving mishap. Thank you, Buko, for watching over us!

Anyway, it's all good. We're happy to be home again. (BTW, in case you're wondering: no, we didn't pick up a new dog on our travels! That's our friend Caramel (above) whom we got to see again since she lives near Savannah. She and her human hung out with us all weekend. Way cool.)

Uh oh...

The human is not in a good mood. Not only is his work starting up again (which is guaranteed to make him grumpy), but he came home from a day-long meeting to find this mess. The picture shows just one of three rooms decorated by foster bro Boone! Boone literally broke out of his crate (we didn't know that skinny bones was so strong!) and attacked the trash. We told the human: 1) he shoulda taken the trash out sooner, and 2) he shoulda fixed that cabinet door so it actually closes.

[And, Pippa, we're sorry about the no-dogs pic. We woulda been in this one if we weren't hiding in our crates. Well, except Boone: he was in a time out! :)]

On a serious note, we're sad to report that Boone tested positive for heartworms. Our vet is optimistic that he will handle the treatment well--he just needs to gain weight and get a little healthier first. Even then, the treatment sounds really painful. Poor guy. Everybody, please send good vibes Boone's way.

BOONE Town!

It was bound to happen sooner or later: we have new brother! A foster brother, to be exact. His name is Boone ("...a big man ...as tough as a mighty oak tree"), and he comes from Kentucky. As our human's emotional decisions go, this one wasn't too irrational. At least he hasn't put us in a permanent situation. On the other hand, logging the last leg of our roadtrip to pick the guy up in Kentucky was not so rational. Um, were we, like, eight hours out of our way?!

Anyway, we're not quite sure what to make of Boone yet. He's pretty nervous--understandable. And he's so, so skinny. He was removed from his previous home due to the neglect he, his female friend (also a white shepherd), and a rottie friend suffered. (The rottie didn't make it, btw.) We're okay helping the guy out--for now. But if you know anyone who might be interested, Boone will be available for adoption through Echo Dogs White Shepherd Rescue. His girlfriend will, too. Rescue Boone, and rescue us! :)

Time Out!

Did we mention that this roadtrip was Tuchuck's first? Well, he had a swell time--though not always doing stuff he was supposed to do. For example, with one fell swoop, he effectively eliminated any travel for us in parts of northern Florida, Georgia, Idaho, and Illinois. How, you might ask? By eating our road atlas, that's how! The little maniac also ate Narra's blue ribbon from the agility trial (jealousy!), his NEW Sense-ation harness, as well as a bunch of other things. All the human's fault, you say? You're absolutely right, we say.

Well, the human is not beyond punishing us for his own shortcomings. Sigh. Little Tuchuck was in and out of the crate so often for time outs our heads were spinning! Poor kid, he missed a little hike around Clearwater Lake in the Ocala National Forest. Weather was beautiful, as was the water. And we FINALLY got to run around off leash. Except you-know-who. Hee hee.

Mojo Rising

After the beach, we headed inland to visit a senior shepherd available for adoption. For whatever reason, the human seems to think our number is 4. It used to be. It doesn't have to be. Whatever. He saw this dog Mojo posted on a rescue board, and, of course, we had to go meet him (super sarcastic tone, in case you couldn't tell).

Mojo seemed nice enough when we (Jacks and Narra) met him, but he also seemed pretty okay at the shelter. They love him there, and he's been there since October, so it's kinda like home. He's also there with his brother Seger, a collie mix. Both dogs are estimated to be between 8-10 year old. You can see them on the Seminole County Animal Services Petfinder site.

Life's a beach

We've fallen a little behind on blogging, so much has happened! We're going to try to catch up, post by post.

First, we neglected to mention in our last post that Narra rocked it at the agility trial! We're talking blue ribbon!!! She and the human have earned them before, but the human was especially pleased with this performance. He said something about great teamwork and speed, oh, yes, speed!

Our celebration was to find a warm beach! We visited our friend Caramel on our way to St. Augustine, Florida. We'd never been there before, and Dogfriendly.com gave it an honorable mention in its "Top 10 Dog-Friendly Resort Areas in the US." Imagine our surprise when we arrived at Anastasia State Park (where we camped) only to find signs saying "No Pets on the Beach"!!! After just walking around the park, we eventually left and found a public beach where we could play. You'll notice in the picture, however, that this was not an off-leash beach. Does "on leash" mean we can't walk each other?! :)

Caramel Candy!

We visited our friend Caramel in Georgia. She has a great fenced-in yard that we could run around in. She even lives with cats--though we were not allowed to chase them. :)

Brotherly Love

Unlike the city we call home, we show true brotherly love! As you can see, Tuchuck is enjoying his first road trip--especially when he gets to curl up with big brother Jacks between the seats. (BTW, that's Tuchuck's new Sense-ation harness he has on. We love it!)

On the road again

It's about time--and we mean that in regard to a number of things. First, our human chose to abandon us for the start of the new year. He dropped us off with his parental units and headed up to a place called the Vermont Studio Center for solitude and some concentrated work time. Like we prevent him from doing work?! We could've told him he wouldn't like it--and we would've been right. :) Apparently, in that idyllic winter wonderland (near Stowe), there's not much to do other than work. In fact, his life was not un-monastic. He maintained three activities: work, eat, sleep, each of which had its own specific place. We believe in an alternative formula that is qualitatively different: play, eat, sleep--wherever and whenever you want!!!
Once the human came down from that mountain, we immediately had him clean the van and take us on the road--where we are now! Lovely North Carolina, for an agility trial, same one where Narra went loca last year. The human said something about making up for last year's performance. We'll see... What we really want to see is where we go next. All we know for sure is that it's south, and it's warmer. That'll do.

But check what he had done to our van! It was covered in wet paint! So was our human. At least the van cleaned up well.

2 Dogs 2000 Miles

We try not to talk about Buko too much, but the fact remains that we miss him all the time. Life only looks like it's back to normal; under the surface, we're still pretty lost and confused. And our human is still in a lot of pain. We came across this story today, and it touched us immensely. As much as it hurt, it was also a little comforting.

2 Dogs 2000 Miles is about Malcolm, a 6-year old Great Pyrenees who lost his battle with osteosarcoma, an aggressive form of bone cancer. Malcolm's human promised him that he'd do what he could to rid the world of the disease, and now he's fulfilling his promise. The human and his two dogs will hike from Austin to Boston to raise awareness about canine cancer and to promote canine cancer research. So many have lost loved ones to this disease, and we hate it for taking our Buko. We wish everyone peace and look forward to a cure.

Truth

As a counterpoint to the lame e-card by our human, we share this print from Saturn Press, a letterpress in Swan's Island, Maine. The image was typeset by hand. Credit our human for finding this truth at some artsy place in Burnsville, NC. Go figure.

That's more like it--sort of

Leave it to our human to do nothing or to go too far. Just as the holiday season winds down, now he decides to be a little festive. No, he did not dress us up. :) But he did make us into a little, pseudo e-card. Bah humbug.
In addition, he even made a holiday video of us. Oh, please. Just a little romp in what little snow we had a while back. You can check out the video here.

Anyway, Happy New Year again!