The stages of dog people

I guess Indy's mom had an unpleasant experience at a dog event, so I asked my mom to post her (crackpot if you ask me) theory of the stages of a dog person's life:

Stage 1: You are new to dogs and think everyone knows more than you, so you listen to everyone, even the kooks.

Stage 2: You've bred your first litter, finished your first title, gotten involved in rescue, and you know a little. You start giving unsolicited advice to everyone, esp. the poor Stage Ones.

Stage 3: You have too many dogs. You don't have time to train them all, let alone get titles on them. The expenses are mounting. You've been in dogs longer than pretty much everyone else you know, except that mysterious Stage 4 person you know. You've given up giving unsolicited advice, mostly because it's futile. You have a gaggle of Stage 1 & 2's following you around at dog shows, which is nice because they always bring you food and help you carry your stuff. You teach classes, do private consultations, run a rescue or therapy group, or a dog club.

Stage 4: You've finally realized that you can't help the rest of them. They won't listen, so why waste your breath. You concentrate on your own dogs, and finally have time to really put on some titles. You are less involved in the club thing, mostly because you can't stand another meeting. You've heard all the controversies before and it's just so tedious. You don't give advice or opinions to anyone, even when asked. You suddenly realize you have become the mysterious stage 4....

I'm annoyed

Mom bought a new scanner. It's annoying, she's playing with it when she should be playing with me.

Anywho, here's a picture of her first dog, his name was Mr. Fish. He looks kinda cool, he's got a frisbee so he can't be all bad. She says he was a stray, and turned out to be tennis ball-obsessed and a great frisbee dog. We probably woulda been great bros.


This dude's name was "Fish", don't ask me why 

The Great Bath Mat Mystery

We have had some mysterious happenings around our house. Every night, I, because I am so good and brave, sleep loose in the bedroom. Mike and Jewel sleep in crates. Sometime when we are all asleep, someone or something sneeks in and rearranges the bath mats.
It's a mystery....  Mom is a little annoyed by having to fix them every morning. She says she can't imagine who would be doing this in the middle of the night.

Could it be a burgler? A dog? A cat? A squirrel? I have never seen anyone, but I will keep my eyes and ears open. I'll let you know what I find out.

PS: The black thing is my toy Hockey Puck from Planet Dog.

Playtime

I am playing with Jewel. She's the one with the pink collar. I don't wear pink. 


Jewel's pretending to get me. 


Get her! 


I'm gonna get you! 


How fast can I zoom without getting off the bed? 


Jewel has an unusual method of getting off the bed 

Relaxing on my place

Just relaxin' while my typist finishes up 

We haven't done too much lately. We do a little obedience every night. Tonight we did some heeling and outs to the tunnel. Why I should go past a perfectly good tunnel entrance to a different one is a mystery to me, but hey if that is what I must do to get a cookie then just point the way.

I am just relaxing a little before bedtime while the typist finishes my blog.