Haven't blogged much. Thinking a lot about friends who are having troubles, I guess. The dogs have been pretty quiet.
Doc has a new game. Called "Torture The Basset". When they all go out the door he leaps over the Bassets and starts biting Conley. I know how hard he is biting. Not hard enough to draw blood but it hurts. I know this for a fact. I have experience.
This enrages Conley, whose hackles go up and he charges, attacking Doc who dodges deftly out of the way, laughing. Over and over Conley goes for him but no matter what he does unless Doc feels like quitting, Conley cannot catch him. Now and then Doc ends up on the ground with Conley straddling him, chewing on his throat. Doc doesn't care. He just gets up. Once in a great while I see Doc get worried and then he just slinks off to a corner of the yard.
The boys are also sufficiently interested in the new fish pond that we have had to fence it off, at least until Nigel and Llewis learn to swim. Conley and Doc could get out easily, but neither of the other two could. They would drown.
The Basset Boys are ok, even with Nigel's UTI. I think this is something we are just going to be dealing with from time to time.
I have taken him off the SO dog food without permission and switched all of them to a dehydrated raw food that they love and it's going to require that I find a job if they are going to continue to eat it. Today I see the stuff I had been feeding before the switch has been recalled.
Nigel enjoying the yard, the sun and what is left of the "garden". Unfortunately we put a path through it and he is always getting lost in there...
LewisLewis, my mouth with feet. This boy just never shuts up. Walk out the door, turn around and walk back in and it is as if you have
been gone for months.
Conley, feeling very princely, of course.
Waiting for someone to move so he can chase them.
