The Weekend.

Here is Hannah Belle face on.

After weeks of living in crates and cage things in noisy situations, Hannah has found her new life in a quiet household with Charlie.

At night I allow her on the loveseat with Charlie and I so we can do a bit of cuddling time. Hannah doesn't burrow into the blankets but splays out like she is on a beach in the Bahamas. 

Charlie has his half of the couch and Hannah has to stay on her side. I am allowed to sit in the middle.

This photo shows you the size difference of them at this time. I imagine that Hannah will grow tall and be slender like Rat Terriers [and whatever her 'mix' is]. She adores Charlie and he is actually showing interest in her. 

He waits at her crate door to greet her after a nap and then show her where to do the potty stuff. She watches and follows.

I've always believed in having an older dog teach the younger dog things. 

Manners are the first things I have been teaching. 

Hannah will even sit for a 4 year old child when I show the child how to do it without words. 

Amazing what pups can learn in tiny little sessions that are consistent.

I don't mean for this to turn into a 'training' blog, but this is what captures my interest at the moment. I don't follow any particular 'method'. I have methods that were taught to me 40+ years ago plus life lessons with hound dawgs. I've used the same 'methods' of consistency with both my equine and dogs.

Charlie? He had to be the hardest dog I've ever had to work with. He was the first dog I had that had such a mind of his own. He could turn his ears off and totally ignore me. I found his secret to attention was 'food'. 

Consistency and nibblets of food work so well with both Charlie and Hannah. 

It isn't all training and for a pup, work only lasts for 5 minutes at a time. 

I let Charlie do the hard stuff. 

He shows her where to potty, he comes on the run for recall which teaches her to return quickly also.

I have found that while travelling in the car, Charlie is quieter with Hannah in the crate next to his car seat. 

She should eventually get her own car seat so they can see each other. I've downloaded an app called BringFido. This app was suggested by my oldest son to find places that would allow the 3 of us to travel and stay over night together. 

[Though under what is currently happening, we may be camping in a pasture overnight to have our wilderness experiences together.... and that is okay with me.]

After all, I need to learn how to set up a tent and do a camp out. Why not do it with my pups in our pasture for the first couple of times?

Saturday Hannah Belle met her pupsitter for Easter Weekend when I go visit my eldest son and get to see my beautiful youngest grand daughter. 

Charlie continues to show Hannah the ropes. 

And then this weekend my youngest son came to visit.

Charlie shined while calming my grandson.

Hannah showed considerable love and attentiveness to the gals.

My doubts about adopting a dog disappeared. Hannah took to everyone. She was calm and non-reactive. She took everything in stride.

She also fell for Elena who showed a great interest in caring for Hannah while I worked with my son, Jer, on cutting down trees around the crushed garage or on a hike. Elena fed Hannah, pottied Hannah, and kept watch over her in the yard while I was working.

Thank you so much Elena. You showed a special perception at knowing when Hannah needed feeding, pottying, and petting! Awesome!

I have to also credit Charlie for his incredible attitude. 

I quipped at one point that I should have named Hannah the Queen of Chaos. She and Charlie handled the kids and all of the competing commands they gave the dogs with grace. They just did their thing which is be kind to the kids.

I have Million Dollar Doggies.

Jer and I cut down the box elders that have grown around the crushed garage. The plan is to clean things up and have Frank take down the old beat up building. This area will be cleaned up and graded. 

We have a plan and are working on it.

The kids are gone. Charlie, Hannah Belle, and I are chillin' on the loveseat.

What a busy weekend.

My Opinion on Hannah Belle by Charlie

I'm pretty sure that no one asked me about bringing a kid into my house. Mom says she will be my baby sister. I didn't want a sister, I didn't ask for a sister.

Mom thought it might keep me from being so lonely. 

I'm not lonely. I'm stoic, I'm just fine with having the whole couch to myself.

I'm fine howling when she leaves the house and will continue to do so forever.

I'm fine taking up half the bed at night.

I'm fine with overseeing the yard and whining in my car seat. 

I'm fine with every toy in its proper place and not spread out like some hurricane came through the house.

This was my look after our first morning walk together. 

Mom said with that chipper voice of hers: It will be fun! We will be happy!

Honestly, do I look happy?

The chewing, pooping machine kept trying to distract me by trying to run up and grab my tail.

She did not chew on me and she was actually pretty respectful after I gave her low throated growl.

Mom didn't interfere, I give her that.

Mom calls her Hannah Belle.

I call her Hannibal Lecter. Though I do admit she isn't a serial murderer. She hasn't even been able to murder a toy yet. I can murder stuffies in seconds.

Maybe I should teach her a thing or two.

In fact, today I let her walk right next to me for a long time. 

I'm still undecided. Though I do like it that she goes choses to go in a crate at night and doesn't request a spot on the bed.

Perhaps I'll give it a few more days.

Signed....

Charlie

Busy as Busy is...

Well we are doing pretty good.

Charlie believes at times that this little creature is a tiny monster and an affront to his Pekinese calmness. The Dachshund in him wants to play but only with dignity.

She is his Ying to his Yang, which is what I expected in getting a Terrier [Terror] mix.

I took them both for a walk in the summer meadow just after the sun came up. She followed Charlie everywhere except when she got distracted by a blade of grass.

Charlie allowed it and enjoyed his morning walk.

Hannah can be a wild child, spinning and playing on her mat.

She likes to bark at her reflection in the stove and does all the puppy things that make us laugh.

We take a few walks a day because the weather is decent and we all need the fresh air. 

Hannah understands who is boss and Charlie is more tolerant of her shenanigans while out walking. 

The overnight went well, Hannah is used to a crate since she was born in a Rescue and has lived her first 6 weeks in and out of crates. The foster mom does have a play yard for her dogs and they get out often.

Hannah cried once overnight and I took her out to potty at 1AM. She did her thing and was quiet when I put her back in the crate and fell back to sleep. She slept until 5AM. 

We spent some time on the porch yesterday soaking up the nice weather and sunshine. Charlie took his spot on the bench and played 'overseer' of the yard.

 

It's super hard to get photos of Hannah as she is so busy. If I kneel down with the camera, she is running to me. She has already learned to come whenever I squat. I'll keep working on that.

What happened in the shot below surprised me. Charlie was snoozing next to me, I put Hannah in my lap and she fell asleep then slowly squirmed over Charlie to be next to his warm body. He only gave her a look then he went back to doggy nap.

I am getting other things done during doggy naps. Hannah was in the crate yesterday morning and slept soundly through my vacuuming and mopping of the floors.

I did laundry, dusted, cleaned up footprints [so they can make more] and re-arranged the living room. Hannah slept through it all.

I'm guessing that spending her early life in a noisy environment made her immune to the noises. That is a good thing. When she naps, she naps hard. When she plays, she plays hard.

Such is a puppy's life.

This is what things looked like just before I called it quits for the day. 

We were all tired and Hannah had another quiet night with one potty break around midnight.

She sleeps in the weirdest positions!

Today we are going to see how a car ride goes for the both of them. She'll be in her crate, Charlie in his car seat. 

We are going to take a walk at the Reserve on the paved trail since we have entered 'Mud Month'.

I'm hoping to start spotting some migrating birds.

This worked out different than I imagined

 So nothing quite happened as I expected it to happen when I drove to the Foster home to see Bentley. There was Bentley with his absolutely stunning colored coat and sleepy eyes. There was one of his sisters who was white and black in typical Terrier colors. 

Tucked into blankets was another one. The tip of her tail was white, three paws had a touch of white and ----  she had a few white hairs on her nose along with her chest.

She looked up at me and I knew right then that it was her I'd come for. I don't know how that happened or why but it did. She chose me when I sat down.

I had 'wanted' the one with the beautiful colored coat and I had thought I wanted a male pup. But her choice was me. It happens that way. I've been chosen by mules, dogs, and humans for some weird reasons. I knew it when I felt it.

Those eyes said. "Hey, I am here to steal your heart!"

She is so tiny and petite! I got a history of her vet check, vaccinations, and her date of birth. 

I visited a long time with the Linda the foster mom who does an incredible job of caring for her charges. We are following each other on FB so she can see how things go with us. 

Do you remember how sick and miserable I was on Christmas Eve? I was missing Rich so badly and had Influenza A. I was beside myself. Her birthday is Christmas Eve. [Charlie's is December 28th]

She cried for a while in the crate on the drive home and then was quiet and peaceful. 

The meet and greet was pretty anticlimactic, though Charlie decided that he really didn't want a lot to do with her.

We did some walking and potty stuff along with the usual puppy stuff. A lot of indoor - outdoor until she realized that she could go on the grass and snow like Charlie did.

After outdoor exercises and a meal. Pup sort of moved up by my feet and looked at me. I put her next to my feet and covered her up with a blanket.

Charlie deemed her safe to check out and ....sneaky doodled up to check her out.

....and she didn't move. She didn't attack with bared fangs and claws. She just looked at him sleepily and closed her eyes in comfort.

Her name on her paperwork is Brooklyn. I thought of calling her Brooky, Lena, ...I listed a question on Social Media and got 40+ offers of names. 

Overnight was good. We did a before bedtime outside walk and she did all the appropriate things she needed to do. I put her in her crate on a nightstand next to my side of the bed so I could hear her if she woke up.

Charlie took his place on the other side of the bed and we all fell asleep from our busy day.

At 1am, she started barking and crying. I'd slept in my sweats so grabbed a jacket and hat and took my charges out. Without hesitation, my new pup did her business and was ready to go back in.

We all slept well until I got up at 4:30 thinking it was 5:30. Back out and jobs done!

We did chow time in separate places and then play time and another trip out.

Charlie was conflicted. He wanted to be in the same area as me and her but he didn't want her to be too close. Here she is growling at her reflection in my stove and pouncing on the Kong.

Then they both crashed like good little dogs.

Charlie is pretty sure that the pup is going to eat him alive even though she has never tried to bite or scratch him.

He asked me why I brought a female Hannibal Lecter into our house. A tiny bundle of energy that curls up and falls fast asleep. He said she is just daring him to walk by so she can pounce. 

Well then. 

She has earned a name I can call out with two syllables.

Welcome Home

Hannah

Photo from the Foster Home she was at. 

This morning I woke up still missing Rich, still grieving, but the huge hole in my heart didn't hurt so bad. In fact I felt true happiness for the first time in months. 

Oddly enough, one more thing. 8 years to this day, I brought Charlie home to our home. How weird is that?

Uh oh, the hike and my heart strings....

 

We went for a hike on Thursday and to my huge surprise not any other human had used this trail. In the past few years when I did this trail, it was really tromped down between snowshoes and fat tire bikes.

We did find deer and coyote tracks in the snow that was up to Charlie's chest. He popped through the snow like it was nothing. He did get tired halfway through, so we sat on a log and had snacks and water in the warm sunlight.

He must have got a second burst of energy because he really went for the gold. Little dog who loves snow play.

This afternoon we are having this:

Photo taken looking across the pasture. So is March going to come in like a lion then?

We got seven inches of snow in a short space of time.

The girls were just fine as it was a fluffy snow with no winds. Here they are after they left their hay pile and took a walk to the heated water tank. This morning they are napping in the warm morning sun in their leftover hay.

The heavy snow band was very narrow and heavy.

I did this thing while waiting out the snowstorm. I went on line and looked at Petfinder.com out of curiosity. I had this sudden horrible urge to ... to... add to my house.

Tell me I am crazy and stupid or that it isn't a good idea to add another distraction of love to my house.

Is two better than one? Is it? I don't have any photos of years ago when I had two larger dogs living with us and the kids. The dogs were always a joy and a lot of work. 

I do have photos of me raising Rich's hound dogs along with Morris my Jack Russel and having Charlie pair of with the big ol' coon hound, Dixie.

This is how that experiment worked out....

Just go ahead and tell me I am crazy and that it is a stupid idea. Please. Because my Heart 💓💕💖💔is really having a go of it. 

It's always been a thing with me.....

I will be meeting Bently tomorrow at noon. He is the one with the colorful chest.

Flowers and Monsters

A word about the flowers. When I went to get groceries, I walked by the 'flower' stand at Wally World and was so surprised at the price that flowers have gone too. 

I used to buy flowers at this time of year once in a while just to brighten the house up. These weren't the freshest, but it was a small bouquet that I could see spending $5 on for some photo challenges and experimentation.

The roses do have a nice scent to them.

I don't watch much TV so sometimes I need to occupy myself with something. Experimenting in photography is always a choice.

I used a flashlight and another little light called Small Rig to play with the light and dark.

 

I even tried some ICM. I sort of like it and sort of don't. But it was fun trying it out on the tiny flowers.

I need a lot more experimenting to try and come up with something artistic and beautiful.

Then of course I couldn't help but make good use of the lighting to feature my Fuggly Monsters.

They are so ugly and fearful, they are sort of cute. 

I have no idea why I love monsters and dragons so much. I just think they are neat. Not real life human monsters ---> they are horrid. I like fantasy monsters. Toy monsters are the best of course.