Boys! PLEASE!

Stop overestimating the inherent value of your own urine.

No one wants it as much as you think they do.

I have two pee-ers here this weekend, Smokey and Sparky.
One big, one little, same volume of pee.

Smokey keeps peeing to his right and hitting Tessie's kennel.
Sparky will pee to either side and is nailing both Smokey and Cleo.

If they just would pee on just each other, I would consider it justice. But why do they need to include the girls.

Walls, I need some, walls. Maybe someday. Meanwhile, got to hose down the kennel, today.

A Rose By Any Other Name May Smell as Sweet, But Dogs Tend Not to Come When Called By The Wrong Name

I have a bad case of being my own mother lately. My big sister left for college when I was 10 years old and my mom has been calling me by her name ever since. I noticed that I, too, have been calling the baby by her big sister's name, but now it has spread to the dogs.

Poor Booker, I just kept calling him Ziggy. Ziggy was the dog in than kennel before Booker. Now, I try to justify it with the facts that Ziggy and Booker are really pretty much the same dog, personality wise. When trying to stop myself from using Ziggy, I managed to come up with Blocker. He is also big and black like Booker, but I think that was just my feeble attempt to yank a name out of my head that was even somewhat close to what I needed.

Chance has been Rascal for at least half of his stay. Cleo, however, has gotten her name back. Last stay, I called her Chloe all week.

Mangling Names Again this Weekend!

In my own defense, I have a genetic predisposition to mess up names. I got it from my mother who has called me by my sister's name since she left home for college - I was 10 at the time.

So, I had Sassy and Cleo come back for a stay. For their first stay, I got Cleo wrong from the start and kept calling her Chloe. By the end of their stay, I finally had her name right. Already at the kennel when they arrived this time was a Chloe. I don't think I got either name right on the first try.

Getting the Hang of this Place

Sassy and Cleo have really adjusted to this place and very quickly too. They made friends right away. On the first play time, I called and they came right up and went right back into their kennel. They had some trouble with me closing their door that first night, but they had the kennel routine down pat by the second day.

That is when Cleo started to get just a bit too comfortable. She has gone from a little skittish the first day to 'Small and in Charge' by the 5th day. She is barking and running and trying to boss everyone around now. She has another 5 days to stay and I figure she will be trying to boss me around before she goes home.