The Canine Crew December 09

And now, what you've been waiting for: the the Canine Crew. :)

Most importantly, everyone is just fine. :) Being their impish selves, of course, and growing a little tired of my limitations, but doing fine nonetheless.

And, in case you're wondering, these are all new pics taken in the last month or so. Everybody's current. :)

The Elsie Girl is still our Bear (at a whopping 95 pounds, she's pudged out a little):


And she's still a Snuggle Bear:




Ridge, the Old Man, has become a snuggler, too (oh my....) and is quite people-needy these days (moreso than he's ever been). May it's just that he's aging. Who knows? But we'll take it in a heartbeat. Sweet, silly, old guy.



Pinot is as sweet, and as loving, and as energetic-about-retrieving as ever. She's cuddly and gentle indoors these days, and seems to save her enthusiasm for chasing Kongs (or running away from Tuc). :) She's over two years old now, can you believe it? Where'd those two years go?


Miss Kenya Bean is every bit the wiggler and the I-have-to-show-you-what-I-have-in-my-mouth-girl as she ever was. She's still not a snuggler; never has been (likes to be close or in the same room, but not so much on our laps). Oh... but her patience! And her willingness to sit and wait and pay attention -- she's so self-controlled! At three years old, she should be. Ah... it's wonderful. And she's gorgeous - just gorgeous. We hope/plan to breed her this winter.




Then there's my Tuc Buddy. My big galoot of a happy-go-lucky, plow-through-anything, too-intelligent-for-his-own-good boy. He gives Kenya a run for her money in the wiggliest-in-our-house department (what a wiggle butt!). And he's non-stop motion -- rarely stops for anything. He is, however, only 1.5 years old, and very much a puppy still.



And they all continue to romp like overgown pups.

Ridge prefers solitary exploration these days; he meanders all over the yard while the other four roughhouse.



Tug-o-War is still a favorite between the kids (we never do this between us and them because it can foster aggression and dominance -- between them is fine, and they have a boatload of fun). Of course, it varies who pulls against whom.

Here's Pinot vs. Tuc, Kenya, and Elsie (gotta give her points for spunk!). :)


Here's Tuc vs. Elsie and Kenya (Pinot just let go):


All in good fun. Just look at those tails. :) What happy kids!

I'm delighted to report, they're all just fine and growing wonderfully. :)

I love my canine crew. And we're delighted to be back to share our lives with you. Enjoy!

'Til next time,
Joan

Joan's Hands are Better, and She Can Blog Again! :)

I'm so sorry we worried you (who can resist this face, eh?).



Have I ever missed you all!

Very long story short: my hands are back and I can key again on the keyboard. :)

This summer I developed a spinal issue that affected the nerves exiting my spine at C7 and T1. That resulted in significant numbness and weakness in both arms and hands (at one point I couldn't even hold up a dinner plate).

Today, after three full months of PT, lots of doc visits, and mega drugs (hehe), I can say I'm 90% better. And keyboarding (actually typing on the keyboard) no longer aggravates the nerves.

YAY!!!!

Nope, the issue isn't solved (the spine issue itself won't go away), but I know what to do now to keep symptoms and complications at bay and to postpone any surgical interventions for years (I hope).

So.... that's why I've been absent.

And in about a half hour, I'll have an update for you all on the Canine Crew. ;)

And I can start blogging again!!!!!! :-D

See ya soon!

Joan

Look Who Learned to Open the Door

We know that dear, sweet, Elsie Bear, when she feels like, can open the back door using the lever handle whenever she wishes. She's been able to for years.

Then Tuc came along and figured out how to do so, and Elsie took a back seat to Tuc's door-openings (lazy girl that she is). Why bother putting out the effort when the young upstart can do all the work?

Now Pinot has developed the same skill:







I don't know why I'm surprised; she is her mother's daughter after all.

But, while Elsie opens the door to be with her humans (she's people-focused), Pinot opens the door to bring Kongs in for us to throw for her (she's retrieve-focused).



Tuc, on the other hand, opens the door just because he can -- the goofy galoot!

So now we have three doggie door-openers. All we have yet to do, then (since none of them were born in a barn), is teach them how to close the door after themselves (sound familiar?).

Especially when it's raining.

This weekend is the last official weekend of summer; autumn drizzle is on the way. Guess we have our work cut out for us -- but fast!

'Til next time,
Joan

GoD and DoG by WJ Francisco

Regular Reader knows I almost never post things from other websites.

But I found this little clip so simple and moving that I couldn't resist thinking it might encourage my LabTails readers. The following was composed, sung, and illustrated by Wendy Francisco



I happened across the video on Facebook, but it finds its home on YouTube.

Enjoy!

'Til next time,
Joan

Baxter: Still Family After All

Long-Time-Reader (LTR) knows that a gigunda, now 6 yo, Black Lab named Baxter was once part of our gang here. Baxter (aka, The Boos, Baxter Boos, The Big Galoot, Knucklehead, and My Baxter Bud) belongs heart and soul now to our daughter (DSD) and her husband (DSIL) who live in Maine.

And where DSD and DSIL go, Baxter goes.

So it was this weekend. The Boos tagged along to the cottage to enjoy the lake with our regular gang. The Boos, btw, loves the cottage.

Here's he is (normally a lazy, sluggish couch potato) anticipating going swimming as DH readies the retrieving dummies (remember, Baxter weighs a good 100 pounds):










Baxter, you might remember, was the first of our "second round" of Labs, purchased in 2003 less than six months after our last Labs passed away, and coming to live with us at just shy of seven weeks old. He grew up with us and was our "only" until we brought Ridge home 18 months later (Ridge was 3 yo then). Soon to follow came Elsie, then Kenya, then Pinot, then Tuc. Baxter didn't leave with DSIL and DSD until last July (2008); he had five years with us.

All that is to say, Baxter is family every bit as much as the rest of the canine crew. And this weekend, The Boos acted just like family--like we'd never been apart.

Take his move-your-feet-lose-your-seat mentality. DH got up from sleeping on the roll-away, and had not yet pushed it back under the other bed, and guess who decides DH's bed is for him (pillows and all)?

Yup ... Just Make Yourself at Home Why Doncha Baxter.





Then there was the I'm-family-and-therefore-should-be-included-in-everything expectation (You mean you're actually going swimming without me?):




And his staking claim to the kitchen sofa (yes, there's a sofa in the kitchen at the cottage -- extra sleeping space):





Why would humans need a couch when they have perfectly good chairs to use (note Baxter on sofa to right)?



Yes, all of Baxter's presumptions remind me that he is, indeed, still part of the family. Though he lives hundreds of miles away, he's still one of us.

And the thing that reminds me most of his being part of us, for real, is his love for the cottage.

Now Baxter, who was exposed to swimming at the cottage from about six-months-of-age on, is a natural in the water, and he, indeed, hasn't lost his knack:





Nor has he lost his enthusiasm (at six, he's still like a puppy in the water):







He loves the cottage as much as I do. And it shows.

Ahhh... the Boos. The cottage is in his blood. My parents, my siblings, my spouse, my kids, my cousins, my canines -- we all have the cottage in our blood. The cottage, with its lake and lands, has been in my family for generations; it's part of my heritage.

As because it's part of my heritage, it's now part of their heritage, too (DH, my canines, and my kids alike).

For good or bad or everything in between, we're kin.

And though you take us away from our roots, our roots never leaves us.

You can take a girl away from the cottage, but you can never take the cottage outta the girl.

Nor outta the canines (and humans) who share life with the girl. Though you take Baxter to Maine, he loves the cottage still.

And that's a good thing.

We're all swimmers. We're all lake-lovers. We're all cottage-comfortable. We all feel at home there.

That's as it should be for us cottage kin.

We're family. And, no matter how far we travel, we always will be.

'Til next time,
Joan

The Canine Crew at the Cottage - Labor Day Weekend

In the spirit of Wordless Wednesday, here's the crew enjoying the lake (above, is our whole crew: left to right on bottom, Ridge, Elsie, Pinot, and Tuc; at top right with the white dummy in her mouth, is Kenya). Since it's been a while since I've posted I will identify who is in each photo. The following, then, is not technically "wordless" but I think you won't mind. Enjoy!


Ah...our Ridge -- a sheer delight to watch in the water:




Tuc, who after his puppy-intro-to-the-water-last-year, is a natural:



Baxter (visiting from Maine), the ever-smooth swimmer (gray muzzle and all):





Sweet Pinot, always the-rough-to-start thrasher, who eventually settles into her glide:





Pinot multi-tasking (she can drink and swim at the same time!):




Pinot spotting:




Kenya, the otter (the stealth swimmer):




Pinot, Tuc, Elsie, Kenya (l to r):




Elsie dreaming:




Pinot, in the lily pads:




Tuc and Kenya (Tuc, top) making Kenya look like a peanut head! Now that's a trick!):




Ridge (focused) and Baxter (excited):




Ridge (focused on DH) and the rest of the gang (front to back, Pinot, Tuc (r), Kenya (l), Baxter (middle), Elsie (behind Baxter):




Kenya focusing, too:





Elsie in action:





Kenya in action, leaping (Elsie on dock, Tuc, Ridge, and Pinot in water):




More Kenya jumping:




Elsie's you've-got-to-be-kidding look:





Oh, look, the gang is bringing a retrieving dummy back to DH (l to r: Kenya, Elsie, Tuc, Ridge):




Oh, look, DH threw another dummy (check out their eyes) (l to r: Kenya, Elsie, Tuc, Ridge):




Oh, look, the gang (in total) drops the dummy they were retrieving to head for the one just thrown (l to r: Kenya, Tuc, Elsie, Ridge):




My favorite picture of Ridge (in the weeds next to the dock, looking at DH at the top of the hill):



That's enough for now. There are boatloads more to come.

Hope you're all well.

'Til next time,
Joan