07 September 2009
Guest Dog Makes Himself At Home
This is the Guest Dog, Buster. I can only get pictures of him when he's asleep, because he's a perpetual motion machine. I've had to relearn about dogs with tails. His is a lethal weapon when he's happy, which is all the time. A big, lovable goofball of a dog. Four and a half months, Weimaraner/Shepherd cross. Did I mention he was big??
Feet the size of salad plates, and a mouth big enough to swallow a cat's head. (Ask me how I know) He's made himself right at home. The Corgis are accepting, but disgruntled. Buster has all the coordination of a drunken sailor on shore leave. Every time he crashes into something, Merlin lifts a lip. Max attempts to ignore him, but it's hard when something that big stands over you and blocks out the sun.
The cat remains underwhelmed. Especially when Buster tears around the house with a catnip mouse hanging out of his mouth.
Taking three dogs to the park is a feat of skill and coordination, not to mention the requirement of tons of treats crammed in all pockets. I decided not to attempt it today.
Although Guest Dog sometimes behaves better at 4 months than Merlin does at 4 years . . . . Selective hearing hasn't kicked in in puppies yet, I suppose.
And it is far easier to photograph nature without 40 pounds of gallumping hound plowing over your subject matter. Happy Labor Day, where the only things working are rambunctious puppies and industrious bees.