Wrong Side of the Mirror pt.3

Part Three: Dick will WAY not be interested.

Chaz was lamenting the fact that you can’t get a good picture of Toby; he’s too black-colored, and it’s really hard to expose for his face. So I decided I’d give it another try yesterday. He has a lovely head, don’t you think? You can see setter in it, can’t you? At least, I think you can.

What I ended up getting was not portraits of Toby, but a piece on Puppies Fighting. You go outside, and they mob you with love, then they mob each other, and it turns into a wrestling match that rages around the yard. And all you can do is hit the shutter and hope they don’t end up knocking the legs out from under you.  (Hard to discipline when you’ve got a camera stuck to your face.)

This is mostly what you get.

I had to grab this one and put it up. The look on Tuck is just too funny, and he’s caught in mid-air.

More teeth. But this is nothin’. You should see it when they get REALLY mad. All the teeth are shown, and mouths wide open, so they sound like raging dental patients. You think they’re going to kill each other, but for all the terrible noise and teeth – they never actually touch each other.

Tuck does these crazy things with his eyes. Glad he’s not actually wild. In this kind of play, they do touch each other, but it’s more like wrestling.  A lot like wrestling, actually.

We put up safety fence in the front and back yards (at a great deal of expense). The construction guys come into the yard at the driveway and leave the gates open – and material gets thrown around – it’s just a dangerous environment for a young, stupid animal. So we put up these fences to keep the guys safe.

And do they appreciate our efforts to PROTECT them? Do you have children? Do you know any children? Then you know the answer that renders this question painfully rhetorical. I think the biggest draw was that big backhoe. They liked to hide under it. Ironic, huh? And Tucker’d come happily back into the house smelling like diesel oil. Nice. So up went the fences, and they lasted about a week before the guys figured out you could crawl under them – then dive under them. Then we pinned down the bottoms. Tuck started climbing over them. Then we reinforced the middles and — they decided to eat their way through.

No kidding. Literally eat. Like, you find bits of fence later in – okay. Never mind. I can’t help but wonder if this strategy ever occurred to the East Berliners?

Yeah. Our version of the little Dutch Boy and the Dike.

Didn’t work for us.

I look at this shot and wonder if I’ll ever get my yard back.