February 10th 2006 11:49 am
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Here's another funny story I have to share with all of you. It's another story of how Boomer was introduced to the neighbors. He was a really funny boy!
Socializing our new foster dogs is a very important part of fostering. We have to make sure he can get along with women, men and young children. We found the best way to socialize your dog, is to come home from some function and your garage be full of University of S.C. fans, partying in it, listening to the first game of the new season with Coach Steve Spurrier. (Now mind you, we are CLEMSON fans and have the only garage in our part of the neighborhood)
Upon arriving at the party that Mom did not plan, she came inside and let us out back to do our business. Once this was finished, she let two of us out without leashes. We will not run away because we know how much petting and kisses we can get from nine crazy drunk people in the garage. Next, she put Boomer on a leash. She waited a few minutes until he settled down and realized he could “walk himself” but must walk in front of her and she took him out the door.
As she walked out the door, his ears, nose and tail went absolutely biserk as he noticed there were lots of people in his garage. Fresh meat, he said to himself. And some of them have sausage, brisket and potato chips in their hands!!!!! She held on hard as she took him down the steps, because he pulled very hard to get to said people. She let him mingle around. He went up and lifted people’s shorts to sniff their behinds. Hey, we let him do it to us! Why can’t he do it to these two legged animals???? However, he put his noe upt this girl’s skirt and she flashed her Gamecock underwear at him. Nasty………nasty. And they were not even pretty underwear either. How horrid. But, as with any USC fan, she just laughed and gave him a potatoes chip as a reward. Isn’t it funny what will turn a USC fan on???
Next, one of the neighbors went by walking their two dogs that can be used as dust mops. As two Molly and I ran down the drive and out into the road to attack the “mops”, Boomer drug Mom down the driveway in her lounge chair until she turned over and roll the rest of the way down. She had his leash tied to the bottom of her chair. No party foul was done, as #1 she did not let go of the leash and #2 she did not spill her beer.
We learned, during this process, that Boomer has the great talent of actually taking a beer bottle, turning it up and drinking it without spilling a drop of beer. Somewhere in his past, he must have somehow been a part of a fraternity where they taught him keg stands and such. This guy was talented!!!! Mom now realized no ones beer was safe and asked everyone to either pick it up or put it on a car, as Boomer walked around to each person, sampling what they have in sight. She had to reprimand any drunk soul who felt they wanted to “take a picture” of Boomer chuggin’ their beer. She explained it was not cute and she did not need the Humane Society knocking on her door the next day for animal cruelty.
She also learned she had to watch Boomer carefully, as he was prone to slip out of his collar and climb up on the back of someone’s truck and eat the sausage that was nicely laid out with toothpicks in each one. The toothpicks did not hinder his progress, not in one bit. He ate around them and then spit them out on the ground. Remember there would be issues later on in the night as the spicy mustard began to take effect of his system. He tried to share with his us, but we know better and slinked off to someone else’s hands to rub our ears. We did not need the midnight squirts to wake us up in the middle of the night.
At the end of the night, Boomer had tired himself out and gone to sleep in the flower bed, smashing Mom's new Gerber daisies to the ground. She had to pick him up and carry him into the house. As she placed him on his couch, he looked up at her, gave her a lick on the face and said, “Thanks Mom………I had a really good time meeting your horrible USC Gamecock fans. I hope your Clemson friends are just as fun.”
February 10th 2006 11:34 am
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Well everyone, I'm going to try and write you some stories about my foster fur brothers that come and go in my house. I mean, me and my sister Molly have them coming and going all the time and some of their antics are sort of funny. Like the time Mom brought Boomer into the house......here's the story of his battle with Mollly on who is boss.
As everyone knows, I have a major alpha female American Bulldog sister. It’s been really hard for anyone to place a male with us unless they are somewhat passive. Well, enter Boomer into the story. As noted, Boomer is somewhat *alpha*. Or so he thought until he came into our house. I know we always talk about how smart our family is, but Molly has really been an exception to intelligence. Even her trainer noted, when she was 6 months old, that she was “untrainable” by anyone except for our Mom due in part because of her high intelligence level. The trainer said she had only run across two other dogs in her career that had Molly’s level of intelligence, where they thought things out before doing them, reasoned the conclusions before they went into anything, etc.
So…………here comes Boomer into our life. For the first week after his arrival, Boomer spent the time, not trying to play with me, his boxer counterpart. No, he spent it trying to outfox and outthink Molly. He always had to be one up on her. She spent the first day chasing him around the house, biting him on the nose every time she caught him. He spent the next day, taking every single one of her toys and putting them under my rice bed. That was fine and dandy, because she just climbed under the bed and got them out. Score one for Molly Not to be outdone, the next night, he “stole” all of her toys again. This time, however, he put them one by one under the guest bed. Now, please understand, Boomer is 59 lbs and very wiry. Molly is 85 lbs and built like a brick house. Needless to say, he outsmarted her……….she can’t get under the guest bed because she is too large! Score one for Boomer.
Next, Mom bought every one of us rawhide bones. Molly somehow always ends up with all the bones because she is a b*&%$. Boomer, not to be outdone, waited until she had gone to the bathroom to drink out of the toilet. He got all three bones, went over to the kitchen counter, stood on his hind legs and placed them, one by one, up on the counter. Molly can’t stand on her hind legs to get them down because she has bad hip dysphasia. Score one for Boomer.
So, you see, this has now gone on for two weeks, back and forth, back and forth. Finally, things came to a head on a Tuesday night. Boomer has always slept on the couch; never tried to get on the bed. For some reason, maybe it was the vet experience the day before, that was the night he decided to do it. Molly took one look at him up there, jumped up onto the hope chest to the bed, grabbed him by his collar and drug him down onto the floor. She put all four legs on either side of him and just stood over him. She started growling and barking and all get out. I just waited to see what would happen. A few minutes later, she moved over, let him up, started licking his face (which she has never done to him yet) and walked him into the kitchen and they both, now both mind you, started eating out of the same bowl. HER BOWL. Score the final one for Molly.
End results…………Boomer and Molly became the best of friends. They slept together, ate together and then he turned his attention to terrorizing ME and playing like a boxer should. He didn't tease Molly, taunt her or anything anymore. So I guess we now know who is boss in our house.