Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
In fact, when Comet falls asleep after being active, he goes out completely. You can pick him up, maneuver him, examine his teeth and paws, and do whatever you like. He's out.
He has not, however, been maneuvered into this particular position. Unlike Gus, who has always slept either on his side or with his head between his paws, and who has always disliked being rolled on his back even for belly rubs, Comet seems to end up like this pretty frequently.
You can see, peeking out on his right thigh there, a tattoo of his AKC number. Lisa, the breeder, had that done a week or so before I adopted him. I can register Comet with national services that if he ever gets lost, God forbid, the pound knows how to get in touch with me.
I never thought the one of us with the most patience for Comet's puppy behavior was going to be Gus. But there he is.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
We haven't even had Comet for a week, and he's already bigger and more expressive. My folks came up to visit us (him, really), and we all went out for a walk on the school fields.
Except when they run.
Who cares? It's completely adorable.
Well, he decided to get it all out of his system once he had an open field to roam in.
Lest the tail between the legs give anyone the wrong impression, Comet is having a fantastic time in these pictures.
I can, however, assure you that Gus lands behind Comet with those front paws, not on him.
All the pictures in this entry were taken by my mom and her vastly superior camera.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
When we spend a while playing with Comet and teaching him, but he still has gas to burn, Gus takes over socialing Comet and providing him with stimuli. Between the three of us, we eventually win out over Comet. And then we all need a nap.
Or, a fifty foot dog attacked the school. You decide.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
We got there, talked details, signed some papers, and I played around with the pup I had connected with a few days before. We knew him by the purple and white fabric paint he had on his back; the different colors were Lisa's way of telling them apart as she tested temperments and aptitudes.
He was the same alert, high personality pup I remembered, and after a few minutes of play in the backyard, he climbed into my arms and I sat in the passenger seat with him all the way home. He also left behind the name of "purple-white" and was officially dubbed "Comet."
From his first second in the house, he's been inquisitive, alert, and tuned into people and events.
This looks like the beginning of a beautiful friendship, no?
Gus, for his part, exhibited no jealousy, no aggression, and no selfishness around the pup.
Remember: Comet has been in the house for less than three hours at this point. Gus gets major points for helping to make the transition so smooth and fun for his new little brother. Well, technically, Comet is his father's half-brother, but let's not split whiskers.
The fact that I made a dog pun that derivative must indicate that I've devolved into a crazy dog person—or that I've been deprived of sleep.
So I've gotten little sleep, and practically nothing done, as evinced by the fact that this entry about 1/6 was actually written and posted on 1/14. But look into that inquisitive, eager to please, and slighty heathenish stare and tell me it could be anything but worth it.
And besides, with Gus, Andy, and me all working with him and pulling for him, we'll all make it through pretty well.
Many thanks to my mom for most of these pictures.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
So I went on a breeder research spree in order to see if the perfect dog for us was out there in the ether or in the world. I've heard lightning can strike twice, y'know?
I started with Sunfire Golden Retrievers, since their amazing dogs figure big in Gus's pedigree.
Sunfire's XX Muleteam Borax, one of the more celebrated and wonderful golden retrievers in recent history. This picture was taken back in May of 1996, when Borax wasn't even three. He's just won one of many titles for obedience, working, hunting, utility, and the like.
Sunfire Windrush's Mrs Peele), who at two already has her master hunter rating.
If, like me, you recognize that Emma Peel is a reference to something, but you can't place it, follow the link and be edified by wikipedia.
The puppies are coming up on that magic eight week mark when you can bring them home, so I went to visit them and their mom (Borax has died at the quite respectable age of fourteen).
Here she is with Borax, who was a hunting dog and an athlete right up until the end of his long, rich life.
After a couple of hours with the pups, I was sold, and Andy agreed that one of these dogs is for us.
I did, incidentally, fall in love with one of the puppies I met, but Lisa is very serious about placing the puppies carefully according to temperament, so I'll have to see what she says when I go back on Sunday to try to pick one up. This has all moved a bit fast in the last forty-eight hours, but Andy, Gus, and I are all ready for a new member of the family, so I'm as excited as I can be.