Go Dogs Go!

If you've read a number of my blog posts the last couple of years, you've read a post or two about the three dogs in our lives, Oscar & Otis our dachshunds, and Henry the Boston terrier.  These boys are as close to grand young'uns that we will have for quite a spell, till the boys finally get past sewing their oats, you might say.

These boys definitely have the run of the house and the yard.  Each morning, there is no need for an alarm clock.  Henry is the first to be up and atom, pouncing on me to get moving.  After all, there are the four corners of the yard that need to be checked out for bugs, lizards, birds and squirrels.  Occasionally we'll have a rabbit or two and a few snakes!

These dogs love raiding the pear tree for fallen fruit.  This year, not many have hit the ground, but I keep noticing the dogs chewing on fresh fruit.  Finally saw Henry, the tallest, reaching for the lowest limb, pulling off the fruit for himself, and also Oscar & Otis!  They may be different breeds, but they are definitely family!

On Saturday mornings we have the waffle ritual.  Started this a long time ago with the boys, but just because they have grown past it doesn't mean the pups have.  They are at my side, patiently waiting their feast, no barking, and no fighting, eyes watching my every move.  One waffle gets divided onto three paper plates, and all three are placed on the floor.  In no time at all, the waffles, plus a wee bit of syrup are gone.  Plates licked clean.

Same goes for cheese straw making time.  I'm guessing its all about the smell, because I don't see hide nor hair of any of the three when I'm baking human cookies.  They wait, patiently til I'm done, knowing the last bit of the cheese dough is on its way to them.  No fighting, each waiting their turn for a small piece of dough.

They of course know when I'm making doggie treats too.  They hang around til they are all in the oven, and they know that the left over doggie treat dough is theirs.  Otis has figured out the oven timer.  He is usually in my lap, til the timer goes off, then he jumps down, and runs to the oven, hoping to be the one to get the first treat,  Oscar, the oldest knows that you have to wait til they cool off before they will be offered up.

These dogs are so bright, that they have figured out when they hear the garage door go up, that humans are coming through the back door.  They are so excited to see who it will be.  They act like you have been gone for a year, even when it may have only been an hour or two.

When visitors come over, they know which door to run to, based on the door bell tone!  When its a delivery or pickup, they run to the front door, while I go through the back, and meet the company out front.  Not sure what I'm gonna do when they figure that one out!

Yep.  These are our babies, and our lives would be empty without them.  Guessing the grand babies, when they come, will be adjusting to them!