Ok. I'm beginning to think that it's not dog show mojo I've got going on...it has to be road trip mojo. As in, seeing things I've never seen before, and hope to never see again.
This is where the warning comes in: GRAPHIC DETAILS. DO NOT CONTINUE READING IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY PERVERTED ACTIVITIES.
Leah and I went and visited Sandi last weekend. It was great - we got a chance to catch up, help feed 11 puppies their first real meal, and change ribbon collars. We were going to the annual IDR+ Holiday party on Sunday, so we were transporting a foster to be dropped off to be seen by the vet. Tucker is an adorable 5 month old with huge natural ears and lovely personality.
Tucker, like most Dobes, likes to suck on things. Blankets and fluffy things are Dobe favorites. We didn't think much of bringing a puppy into Sandi's house with bitch in heat. But let me tell you, the event that follows is enough to make me think of something like that...forever.
We take off Sunday morning for Union. Tucker is in the crate in the back. About 10 or 15 minutes into the drive, I can hearing a sucking noise. I turn around.....
and make eye contact with an upside down Tucker head who is busy sucking himself. That part of your mind that's in the gutter right now? You'd be correct. But did you include the humping? I sure wouldn't. But it's true. He was humping his face. Uh huh. I just said that.
I shrieked at him. I was aghast. But bless his little heart, the shrieking LEAVE IT that filled the car made that horrible scene end. I let him continue the air humping as long as he wasn't putting his face down there.
Shudder.
End disgusting scene.
Now, an improvement. You know the movie Men in Black - the first one? Where they visit the lady in the country who lost her husband. "It was Egger, but it wasn't Egger. It was like somethin was wearin an Eggar suit...."
I'm almost convinced an alien has taken my dog and is just wearing his skin around. The last two weeks I've had a pushy, excitable, attentive, but quick to settle dog in my house. One that is eating every meal, not getting sick, DROOLING and bouncing for food, and hunting cats. It's...odd. Very odd. I think the Three Amigos may have realized I was serious about breaking up the brotherhood in March. I am, AGAIN, contemplating if I'm going to go through with it. It depends on his performance at his first Obed trial in Feb. I'd prefer to keep him intact and let him age a bit. But don't tell him that...I like the improved, happy go lucky Rocket.
I read an interesting article a few weeks ago. It was talking about a correlation between a dog's digestive system and their emotions. It applies to humans too. You know comfort food? Apparently that's real - you can get emotional satisfaction from eating that food (mine's my mom's beef and homemade noodles..YUM).
The example used in the article was a nervous, anxious dog that had a digestive issue. They added probiotics to the dog's food, and the results were very positive - the dog's whole demeanor improved, and her digestive problems disappeared.
Guess what I've been giving Rocket the last few weeks? Coincidence? Maybe. ;)
I love science!!
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