On the weekend, I picked up my latest foster dog, Skipper
Skipper is 13 years old. He is stone deaf. He's just a wee slip of a thing, tipping the scales at a whopping 25 lbs.
At first, the entire household took one look at him and wrote him off as a totally boring old fogy.
I can't imagine why.
Admittedly, I more or less agreed with the pack assessment. Skipper plodded along in his own little soundless world, doing his own thing (sleeping) never really bothering anyone (because he was too busy sleeping) and not getting in anyone's way (difficult to do while one is sleeping).
Then, I introduced Skipper to the beach.
The first hint that a significant change was about to overtake Skipper was when he started trying to imitate The Flamboyance (tm).
(unlike Piper, who has elected to go for the non-traditional Anti-Flamboyance (tm). Poor tail)
Then, he took a shine to the Wootie Toy and all things that go along with it, such as the always delightful barkscreaming.
Anyway. In no time at all, Skipper decided he wanted to be Woo too/two.
Wootie was clearly amazed
Udda udda udda
Piper was merely unimpressed.
Because now, rather than just having a Wootie to contend with ...
Piper was faced with the Dreaded Twootie (tm)
If there wasn't one of them atop her, eliciting the infamous Mad Teeth (tm)...
... she was gamely fending off the other half of the Dreaded Twootie (tm)
Woo is not very competitive, so he decided that since Mad Teeth (tm) were in good hands, so could get into a tussle with a Jack Russel
Poor Piper couldn't get a break!
This is a gratuitous Wootie Leaping shot, just because.
It was nice to see old Man Skip running around and having a good time, at last! He is a dear old thing who will soon be available for adoption.