Reaux Whistle


Glen of Imaal Terrier
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Home:Cambridge, MA  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 14 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 26-50 lbs

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Nicknames:
Rooster

Doggie Dynamics:
 Energy 
sleepyenergetic
 
 Intelligence 
sillygenius
 
 Friendliness 
aggressiveaffectionate
 
 Playfulness 
not playfulvery playful
 
 Disposition 
anxiouscalm
 

Quick Bio:
-purebred

Likes:
Snuffling for varmints. Running on beaches. Playing in fresh snow.

Pet-Peeves:
Squirrels at the bird feeders.

Favorite Toy:
Plushy duck

Favorite Food:
cheese

Favorite Walk:
Singing Beach, Manchester by the Sea

The Groups I'm In:
The Glens

I've Been On Dogster Since:
January 29th 2004 More than 10 years!

Rosette, Star and Special Gift History

Dogster Id:
1853


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Adventures with Reaux


Treed

April 11th 2005 8:29 am
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Reaux and I had another fine adventure yesterday. I work in a Natural History Museum and of late there have been a lot of school groups visiting the museum. The kids like to eat their lunch in the grassy area in front of the museum, when they are done they put their lunch remnants in trash containers bordering the parking lot. The squirrels like to forage *in* the trash cans for tasty tidbits. Reaux knows this, his approach to this situation is to circle around the can and to place himself between the can and the closest tree and then rush the trash can.

He did this yesterday. . . and it worked! Out popped a squirrel in a heap of trouble, the squirrel took in the situation in a flash and headed for the nearest tall object - me. The whole thing only lasted a couple of seconds, but imagine in your mind's eye the scene. There I was with a squirrel scampering up my body until he reached my head, for a moment I had a squirrel hat that even Davy Crockett would have been proud of. Of course I was flailing my arms about, sort of like Mr. Bo Jangles, and Reaux was jumping up on me trying to get to the squirrel, you know these Glens can jump chest high! Soon enough the squirrel launched himself using my head as a vaulting platform towards his tree, he made it with Reaux hot on his heels. Thankfully I sustained only a few scratches, and a major adrenaline rush. . .don't think I'll put myself betwixt the trash and the tree anytime soon though.

 

Reaux's Wallow

April 11th 2005 8:25 am
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Took Reaux to work yesterday. It was a warm day, not too hot, still it took one hour and forty five minutes to walk back home - 2 miles. Numerous work stoppages, which consist of Reaux assuming the 'flying frog position' with his belly firmly planted on shady grassy areas. Upon our arrival home Reaux flopped down in front of the air conditioner and ate several ice cubes that I supplied. Eventually he cooled off and went outside to his dirt wallow.

One corner of our property is mostly shady. . . it's his digging area. He makes large (very large) holes, when he has removed sufficient dirt he'll plop himself down on the cool dirt with only his head and front paws showing. The amusing thing is he digs out one side and covers up the other, so the hole migrates around a ten square foot area.

 

Something in the Downspout

April 11th 2005 8:05 am
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So this weekend past I found myself raking leaves and gathering, again, maple seeds - typical autumn chores. Reaux , as is his want, followed me where ever my chores took me; lying just so, in a manner that allowed him to keep an eye on me. Returning to the garden room with a load of weeds for the compost I noticed Reaux was pawing at the downspout that runs down from the rain gutter twenty five feet, or so, above. "What's up Reaux" I asked. Evidently encouraged by my voice he commenced biting the downspout and making his particular "I've cornered something" noise. "Don't think you're going to fit in there old boy, I said "Quiet let me listen."

Putting ear to the downspout, faintly, I heard scrabbling noises high above. "You're right Reaux, there is something in there." "Told you, Bill" Reaux seemed to say as he redoubled his efforts to climb the downspout. Getting a water hose out I told Reaux "Hey guy maybe we can flush whatever is in there out with water. Wonder if it's a rat?" Unfortunately the gutter is still filled with last years maple seeds and this years crop (note to self - clean gutters) so that instead of the deluge of water that I had hoped for all that my spraying accomplished was a steady drip, drip. "Sort of a water torture" I thought "Whatever is in there sure doesn't want to come out."

Abandoning that approach I went and got a ladder and a small socket wrench and proceeded to remove the entire down spout. Laying it flat I started to take it apart section by section. Reaux wasn't much of a help in this as by now he was locating whatever was in there by sound and vigorously was biting the aluminium down spout . . . going up and down the twenty foot center section much like eating an ear of corn. "Hey stop that, you're going to put holes in the downspout. I'll shake it out for you, get ready" I told Reaux. And so lifting the tube vertically I proceeded to bang it on the patio. Suddenly I heard a squeak and out shot a Chipmunk which made a mad dash for the fence - Reaux in hot pursuit.

Round one goes to the Chipmunk.

I had no idea that they could climb a standard down spout from the inside.

I'm so pleased to share Reaux's walk through life, always something new,

 
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