Crazy Canine Candid Camera Night

Somehow, we have let the Dawgs, well the BOYS anyway, take toys outside. I think Tipper Sharpton has been burying them, frankly. We simply cannot find them. My theory is that Ben smuggles them out in his gigantic maw. He can easily hide a "squeaky" ball from Petsmart in his mouth and jowls, with no effort atall. The smaller Nylabone brand Rhino cones that were supposed to be for Tipper, but wound up being shared toys, those would be easy for Ben or Tip to smuggle out.

Why is Boo not a suspect in these canine capers? Because my Sweet Boo Girl would NEVER do something bad like that. Besides about the only this she ever chews on, besides the occasional softball cover, are the cardboard tubes for paper towels or toilet paper.

So anyway, after reading about the Bad Cuz brand squeaker chews over at Bad Dogs I bought a small one today for the Tip Baby. And as soon as I made it squeak, the battle was ON!



Tip has it! And he's almost under the table with it. He thinks Ben can't get to him under the table.





But,Wait! Ben is making the Cuz

go "squeak,squeak." He must have
stolen it from poor Tip when it
bounced out of his mouth.

Below, he makes his approach...



He fakes left...







And, He successfully recovers the Cuz!

It went on like that for a couple of hours.



THEN, I got down on the floor with them, for these shots. Thanks to the Dearly Beloved for handling the Camera so I could be in the pics!



Why should Tipper sit on the hard floor when
Mama's belly is soooo much softer?
What may not be evident is that he's trying to nuzzle Ben's
ear, tryin' to "sweet" him outta that squeaky Cuz.



So, I roll over to protect my belly. He just sits on my back! Ben still has the Cuz, BTW.

Boo decides she wants no further part in any of this...her eyes, which really are gorgeous, the left one is ICE blue and the right is green, always wind up looking Werewolf Red in pics. I think that's why she doesn't like having her picture taken.



That's tip's head blotting out my face.










Tipper looks like he's being all submissive and relaxed, doesn't he? Well, he's NOT. What he was doing was oochin' his way towards Ben and using his front paws, once he got close enough, to try to bat the Cuz out of Ben's mouth.
This bothered Ben not a whit. You see in addition to a "Tail o' Destruction" Ben has "Jaws o'Death". I would really like to measure his bite strength someday, just to see how many pounds per inch [?] foot [?] he actually exerts when he's chewing on something. This dog took about 20 minutes, I didn't actually time him, to chew a Booda toy for his weight into about 5 pieces. He has destroyed Kong toys. So far the ONLY toy to stand up to the JoD are Nylabone's Rhino series. They make a chew toy similar to the Kongs that he can't destroy. He [or Tipper] can bury them, but he can't destroy them.

Oh yeah, both Tipper and Ben can put their front paws on my shoulders when I'm standing. I'm 5'9". Kelly, although I don't think you can tell in these pics...when both boys are standing, you can see their last two ribs now. I cut their kibble by 1/2 cup per day and as active as they are the pounds melted off.

I hope y'all enjoyed lookin' at these pics as much as we enjoyed takin' 'em.

First....and then

Talked to the Floozie in Mizzou this AM [barely, it was about 11:30]. She was is GREAT spirits! She said, and I am think this is a direct quote, "My boob hurts." But I don't think she really minded all that much b/c she was laughin' through most of the conversation. Must be the Vicodin. She swears the amnesiac effect that Versed has on me, doesn't effect HER the same way. She avers that SHE remembers EVERYTHING. Personally, I think that's what we in the Psych/SW field call "confabulation", but I'm not gonna argue with a Surgery Patient while they're on drugs. It's like trying to put lipstick on a pig. It just frustrates you and annoys the pig.



The important thing is that she's not feeling too uncomfortable, came through the surgery like the CHAMP she is, and is in "high" spirits. She'll be in an even better mood by now. KSA will have gotten home by now with the cream cheese for the Banana Nut Bread that Crazy Baby Lainy made just for Flo! Watch the comments to see if he was able to find the cream cheese in the tub that's laced with cinnamon. I was betting with his superior skills of analysis as an Engineer he'd be able to find it. Flo was bettin' that his Y chromosome would override the Engineering education. We'll have to see who was correct.



Now, Lainy brought more than one loaf of BNB. One loaf is in the freezer. But she told Flo that she didn't have to share. That's what I told her last week about the Deviled Eggs and the Peach Cobbler I made for her. She didn't have to share if she didn't want to. She is gettin' sooo spoiled.



When I talked to her on Sunday night I was about to make Creamed Chipped Beef for supper. Turns out she likes that, too. So I told her when she comes for NYE, I'll make that for her. Since the Dearly Beloved likes it, too I'll have to make a big batch. If KSA doesn't like it, I'll make sure there's left overs of something he DOES like so he doesn't feel left out.



One of my Mom's Docs told her she should get a recumbent Bicycle to ride every day in her living room. It wouldn't hurt the Dearly Beloved and I to be gettin' some exercise everyday, either. The recumbent feature would give us the back support we need while we do that. SO on my way home from some other errands today, I stopped at Recycled Sports. They had 4 Brand new scratch and dent models from which to choose. Some of the computers run on electricity and some run on batteries. The prices are in the range of $200 - $300. So looks like we'll be gettin' ourselves a Recumbent bike soon, if DB likes his test ride. I have to call my Steps to check on the one for Mom, tho. One of them may have found one for her already.




While I was there, I asked about used tennis balls for Ben and Tip. They were out. So I bought a used baseball and a used softball for them instead. Except for the cover, the baseball is still intact. The softball's cover was off within 10 minutes. It's string is now all over the living room floor. Tip is bored with it already. He's the one who got the cover off so quickly. I originally gave him the baseball and Ben the softball, but they traded, or should I say, Tip stole the softball from Ben, and then Ben grabbed the unattended baseball.

Boo, with her pretty white paws, is over there on the left, chewin' on a piece of softball cover. This is quite unusual. She normally only likes to chew on those cardboard rolls to which toilet paper is attached. Can y'all see all the string and those little chunks of white? Those are the destroyed bits of baseball and softball covers.

When the Dearly Beloved came to bed last night, he patted Tipper Sharpton's hip and said, "Yeah, that big yella dawg may be MY favorite, and that little brown dawg may be Mama's favorite...but look who's up HERE, laying in the best spot, next to Mama's butt and curled into the curve of her legs. Yeah, you've got it pretty good, don't you, Boy?" Tip didn't bother to answer DB, he just sighed. Ahh, to live the life of one of MY dawgs.