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One tells only truths and the other forgot what his job was
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My photos may not be very good but I assure you he is a very good boy
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he’s so tolerant of me
Something really set off Tristan's woofer today, he was quite sure there was an existential threat to all of us and he needed to explain at length. (It was a fire truck stopped nearby.)
*boof* *WOOF* *woof* *BARK* *whuff* *boof*
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Every so often when I blow the whistle[*] [**] to let the dogs know we are done Feeding the Big Doggies and it’s time to go inside, Tristan starts to come… but then turns back and runs the other way.
Many times the reason is obvious: he has forgotten to poop and wants to do so as far from the house as possible. Once he’s done, he joins us.
Sometimes he has less obvious Important Puppy Business, and we never do find out what was occupying his three rattling brain cells. He comes running, though, as soon as he has completed his Very Important Task.
Today, Tristan bolted back into the barn and came right back out carrying something that apparently he thought needed to go inside with us. He dropped it at my feet. It’s a baggie with two webbing straps with snaps at each end; it is, in fact, the new leg straps for Kat’s rainsheet. I took it out, but have not put them on the sheet yet.
Thank you, Tristan. I did take that out to the barn and “forget” to bring it back in. That was… very helpful. Yes. You’re a very helpful puppy.
The laughter is gonna kill me, but hey, I’ll die laughing.
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[*] Yvaine is getting hard of hearing and can’t always hear my voice.
[**] I can’t whistle, so I carry a loud metal one.
Every so often when I blow the whistle[*] [**] to let the dogs know we are done Feeding the Big Doggies and it's time to go inside, Tristan starts to come... but then turns back and runs the other way.
Many times the reason is obvious: he has forgotten to poop and wants to do so as far from the house as possible. Once he's done, he joins us.
Sometimes he has less obvious Important Puppy Business, and we never do find out what was occupying his three rattling brain cells. He comes running, though, as soon as he has completed his Very Important Task.
Today, Tristan bolted back into the barn and came right back out carrying something that apparently he thought needed to go inside with us. He dropped it at my feet. It's a baggie with two webbing straps with snaps at each end; it is, in fact, the new leg straps for Kat's rainsheet. I took it out, but have not put them on the sheet yet.
Thank you, Tristan. I did take that out to the barn and "forget" to bring it back in. That was... very helpful. Yes. You're a very helpful puppy.
The laughter is gonna kill me, but hey, I'll die laughing.
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[*] Yvaine is getting hard of hearing and can't always hear my voice.
[**] I can't whistle, so I carry a loud metal one.
I keep trying to get pictures to show how interesting Tristan's coat is; the white is wavy and flatter (and oh-so-silky) and the black is curly and thicker and poofier (and so soft and wooly), and where they come together it makes funny dips and overlays.
But when I try to take pictures of his back, Tris turns around, licks the camera, and then POSES. I kid you not. Look at him being all still and pretty for the camera, waiting for me to tell him how good he is. (I told him he was Very Good.)
"Yes, I am a good boy!" Wave a sad goodbye to the bangs today :( [Image Description: Merlin, a buff cocker spaniel, looks at the camera with a contented expression. His headfloof falls across his eyes like bangs. His muzzle is scruffly.]