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It's been wild and windy here today, and for some reason that tends to make Spike even more batshit insane than usual. Another thing that makes him especially excitable is the walk to One Stop and back - I've no idea what set up that particular association in his mind but he's noticeably more explosive on those walks than any other. Put the two together and you get something frankly scary. Running up trees, dancing on the end of the leash like a hooked marlin, attracting attention all round... I love that dog so damn much.
I know I rave about him more than I do about Squish. I don't love Squish any less; Squish is my adorable little boy - but Spike is my equal, my alter ego, my confidant. Squish is there to be cherished and looked after. Spike and I look after each other and Squish as well - it's more like being in love than just loving.
I know I rave about him more than I do about Squish. I don't love Squish any less; Squish is my adorable little boy - but Spike is my equal, my alter ego, my confidant. Squish is there to be cherished and looked after. Spike and I look after each other and Squish as well - it's more like being in love than just loving.
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He looks great :D
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Squish is - not exactly broken, but not exactly the dog he should have been, either. He was taken from his mother too young and spent his early months in isolation - being a dog is a thing he's had to learn from scratch when it should have come naturally, and I don't think he'll ever do it with Spike's ease and flair.
Spike is a dog of extraordinary perception, and one who can't help but take responsibility for the welfare of those around him. He really didn't want to share our life together with a raw puppy, but he has helped Squish enormously all the same.
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But on the other hand he could never have found a better pack leader/big brother/mentor than Spike. So he isn't doing too badly.
...I'm not entirely certain, but I believe he was bought on impulse from a man in a pub as a very small cute puppy. I do know that the people who bought him were told he was a lurcher and never learned otherwise till they surrendered him, and that they had no idea what to do with him. Apparently the seller was a gypsy who was never seen again. I'm fairly sure that either he or perhaps his dam were stolen.
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And they are well worth it...
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I must say though, your glowing reviews and Spike's equally glowing pictures have (excuse the pun) spiked my interest in border collies. I love beagles to bits and bits, but I do miss an attention span and more brain muscle that our larger dogs in the past have had. Ah, well. They can't all be perfect.
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The downside to that is that they don't switch off easily and when they want to be bad they'll be spectacularly, creatively bad in ways you never imagined a dog would bother to be. They're complex dogs and they're not restful or soothing to be around. But they're never, ever, ever boring...
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LOL...if I wanted boring I'd get a fish. I think it's the more intelligent ones that find the most creative ways to get into trouble. We had a mare once, one who was pretty smart as far as horses go, and she figured out how to back her ass up against the water bucket when she felt the need to crap, so that it was always swimming with poo! Like she was using a gorramed toilet. It became particularly annoying when she'd wait until after we'd clean it out to do it, too. I'm convinced she got a kick out of it somehow.
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Spike has a similar one - there's a chain-link fence near us and he has to crap there every time we pass it. I think he saves it up or something. He presses his backside up against the fence so he's crapping on the side of it I can't reach to pick up... real frat-boy sense of humour at times, that dog.
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Awww, poor guy. Hell...I hate those things too!
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Squish has an imaginary friend, though. I call him Harvey.
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I think he's the most beautiful dog in the 'verse, but I may be just the tiniest bit biased...
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That's just darn silliness! He is the most beautiful dog in the 'verse!
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am petting them for you right now and typing one handed :-D
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Both of my dogs like 'noogies' (where you rub your index finger knuckle really hard on their heads). :)
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nothing's worse than knocking coconuts with a dog - the dog ALWAYS wins.
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incidentally, see the top photo? the garden you can see out of the window with the clothesline and the blue fence? there's a lovely brindle Pit boy lives there. Sometimes we watch him and his owner playing from the window.
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We're having the same thing here, too. I never remember winter lasting this long here. Usually I'm wearing short sleeves by the end of March.
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