All 900 of them.
And oh, was it gorgeous outside!
Quite the contrast from the night before, when Marlboro Man went to dinner with friends on a neighboring ranch and got caught in the storm on the way home. It wasn’t tornadic, but it came down so hard and fast that we could barely see and we almost got swept away by the water that was flooding the road.
All the while, I’m convinced we’re goners and I’m crossing myself and hanging onto the handles near my seat.
Marlboro Man, meantime, is yawning and completely unfazed.
Never am I more aware of the differences between us than when there’s a storm.
Me: “Kids! Get your shoes! Get your flashlights and MRE’s! We’re going under the house!”
Him: “I’ll be back—I’m going to go drive around.”
It’s sort of Hobbit-speak, if you will.
Let me ask you dog experts a question, though, as I’m a little flummoxed by this one. The puppies are sweet as can be, but they get so excited about the other dogs that they sometimes team up and…well, lick them. They never bite, never wrestle, never get aggressive—but they lick them. On the face. Over and over and over.
Usually what happens is that they lick and lick and lick until the recipient of their licks (Yo-Yo in this case) has had enough, at which time the lick recipient takes one of the pups’ head in their mouth and shows them who’s boss. That usually sets them straight for awhile.
If I’m present when the lick attack is going on, I will intervene and gently admonish the puppies.
But overall, I’d say the licking hasn’t subsided much.
But if you have any additional ideas, let me know. This is one of the first dog dilemmas I haven’t been able to solve myself.
Well, that and the whole world of Basset Hound odor. But I think that’s a natural phenomenon that I’m powerless to stop.
But I’m not.
So it’ll just be firewood, I guess.
But we’ll just take that one day at a time.