Wackadoodle Wednesday

Max the POO Dog!

This weekend, a new foster dog arrived on our doorstep. He started his travels in a Bakersfield shelter:

 The last leg of his journey found him with the fabulous Judy, foster mum extraordinnaire:

 You can learn more about his transport and arrival here. The current pit stop is my home:

As you can tell from the video, we've named him Max (aka Maxwell) and he is loving, smart, fast, wicked-fun and has an obsession with shoes.  We suspect that he is a Jack Russell Terrier and Poodle mix, otherwise known as a Jack-a-Poo. (Poo-dog.  Hehe. Almost too easy...)  CL already believes that he will be an outstanding agility dog.  Me?  I'm just looking forward to thwarting CL's exercise regime with early morning antics!

p.s.  Why Maxwell?  He reminds CL of her favorite war rat from her Delores/Hannah YA Fantasy trilogy:

(sigh...horror authors...I almost feel sorry for Max...)

Mouth guard

(CL received some requests for close-ups of Pip and I "mouthing" each other during play...enjoy!  Interestingly, it is not this behavior that causes a CL intervention.  The most prevalent behavior that forces CL to exert control and separate us?  When I use my paw to slam Pip to the ground-- force him onto his back-- and demand he stays on his back by putting my mouth over his belly, while he squeals and squirms...CL is never amused by this behavior, even though I insist that Pip needs to be told "enough!" when he gets too excited during playtime...)

Early morning play and snuggle

So...crazy lady is drugged and on bed rest for a while, thanks to a neck injury. I'm fine, but she is cranky. She says she feels like a swollen, stuffed, puffy, fat, monster tree trunk. I say she's a drama queen. She hates remaining inactive for long periods of time-- and the docs even said "restrict your computer use!" Regardless (because compliance is always an issue with crazy lady...), she took some video of our morning snuggle and play time. It was a mellow play time, but she used the opportunity to run me through some commands. I'm suppose to be at "sit, stay" at the beginning of the video. If you listen carefully, you can hear my release command, "okay," and my wonderful response to "come."

Did you see my funky response to the "sit" command? I like to find an area that doesn't hurt my bum-bum. Crazy lady is so stoned that she actually let me get away with some stuff! Hey. I'm still pretty and perfect-- can't you tell?

Here's the bad thing-- because of her neck, crazy lady needs surgery. She can't foster Kelly. She had to tell Judy from Walkin the Bark Rescue that they needed to find another foster parent to take care of this total sweetheart. If they can't find another parent, then Kelly won't get the surgery she needs. I'm bummed, of course. I'm worried about Kelly, and I was looking forward to having another dog in the household. If you know anyone who can take care of Kelly, please have them contact Judy at dogs@walkinthebark.org.

As always, THANK YOU! I have the best fans in the world! (Hmmmm...I'm a little too perky...did crazy lady slip me some of her drugs?!?)