Getting colder

The days are getting shorter and it is getting colder here in the Northern part of the U.S. - this picture is from last year. If this were a monster movie we'd say some nuclear radiation made the cat grow to a hundred times her normal size, and she is laying waste to the train tracks.

I heard stories about how the cat before this one, used to smack the previous dog on the nose, and run full speed under the Christmas tree, knowing full well the dog couldn't stop in time. You think this cat is as evil as the last one?

Anxious

It's getting closer! Pheasant season is less than one month away, and I'm getting real excited. Time to make sure the gear is in good shape.

• Orange vest to hold lots of birds - check
• Whistle - check
• Ammunition - check
• Shotgun - check, bossdude says the gun is 17 years old, guess he's pretty thorough about keeping it in good condition.
• Birds - um not yet.

Working in the suburbs is a little tricky. We can't discharge a firearm in township limits, but firecrackers can keep me from being "gunshy". It's difficult to keep wild birds to practice on. Instead, we practice with scented dummies. Bossdude has gotten to using the dummy while it's dark, something about forcing me to use my nose to find the bird, like Duh, what did he expect me to use, my tongue?

Soon he says, we will go to a preserve and practice on some live birds. I can hardly wait. He better not miss the birds, or I'll be one disappointed bird dog.

I like toys

I like toys, I especially like to see what's inside toys. Well, I made a discovery during my playing, I have figured out how cotton balls are made. Simply rip the head off of a stuffed toy, and pull out the stuffing to get an ample supply of cotton balls.

The humanz just threw the cotton balls away though, it's like they didn't appreciate my discovery and helpfulness. You'd think they would at least use the cotton balls for something useful...

The teen with the shades

I get into so much trouble, but really it's not my fault. You see, this teen boy at the house, the one that wears the mirrored sunglasses because he's "cool", is always playing with me. Sometimes I get a little excited when we play, and then it causes all kinds of problems inside the house. I mean, it's not my fault we were playing fetch in the house, and the cat happened to be near the fetch toy, and I couldn't stop in time. He threw the darn thing, I was just doing what I'm genetically disposed to do... So we got sent outside, which is OK, it was a nice evening.

That's the skinniest Chocolate Lab I've ever seen!

So walking in the evening is in full force now. Sometimes we walk all the way tot he ice cream store, I did say the humanz like their treats. Well, we were going for a walk, and a nice lady on a bike says, "That's the skinniest Chocolate Lab I've ever seen." - I said thanks, I get my svelte figure from my mom.

I'm not allowed in the chair, which makes this all the more fun!

Baily and the dummy

We hide the scented dummy in the yard for Baily to find. Everyone makes fun, but she always finds it. This was the third hide, we usually do only two, but Grandma was over. She looks in the first two spots first, then actually starts looking for it.

But I wasn't broken

Baily is a Weimador, that's half Weimaraner and half Labrador Retriever. When people meet Baily their first question is what kind of dog is she. Their second question is usually, "Was that done on purpose?"

I know in this day and age, a lot of hybred dogs are quite popular (like the Labradoodle), however this was a total accident. You can read the story at Zoey's page.

We were fortunate to get such a well cared for puppy from the Michigan Weimaraner Rescue. However, we certainly don't want to put some rescue organization on the hook for placing more unplanned accidental puppies.

So two things; one, check out the rescues near you, there are a lot of good dogs available. Two, unless you are a professinal breeder whose goal is to improve the breed, remember to have your dogs neutered or spayed.