Sunday, April 26, 2009

We fought the law

Looks like the law won.

I'm just kidding. Nobody was fighting anybody today....except for Wootie and his perpetual war against Mad Teeth (tm)


On Friday, I spent hours fighting guilt. Guilt because I thought I had blinded my dog. We were at the dog park, and I was winding up for a mighty throw of the Wootie Toy Du Jour (read: Kong On A Rope) when I whipped the damn toy and nailed innocent bystander Tweed smack in the eyeball.

It's amazing how far your stomach can drop at the sound of one dull THUD.

Oh the screaming! The writhing in pain! The guilt cookies I doled out at lightning speed! Then there was the hysterical sobbing of Food Lady at the vet clinic as she watched Tweed's head swell and eye recede into his tiny little thumped brain :(

But no worries. I didn't blind him at all. A little pain killer and some steroids and he is as good as new. Possibly a little fatter, as I gave him pretty much a whole pizza by way of apology.

On Saturday, I fought with Mapquest, which lead me horribly astray as I attempted to navigate my way through the Bowels Of Hell (aka Port Coquitlam) to retrieve one of my dog kennels for my co-worker, Mr. Pickles. The bastard will probably repay me with Peeps (tm).

After driving around aimlessly (read: swearing) for a couple of hours, I finally called Uncle (actually, I called Fiona) for help. And eventually found my way to my destination in PoCo/Hell.

And guess what greeted me?

Do you recognize this 17 year old face?

Sporticus!! My man! I am told that when I called "Yoohoo, hello!" through the carport to the backyard, Sport rose like Lazarus from his more or less permanent spot in the yard and did his version of running, just to greet me. I am told that Sport never moves at anything other than a snail's pace.

*chuffed*

My old dude remembers me! And he bit Wootie! Yay!! Sport is still alive and kicking!!

Good boy, Sporty.

This is the dog that Will Not Die. I can't believe how old he is!

Perhaps his siblings keep him young.

He lives with Barney, another old geezer of 14, who is TDBCR alumni. He's a border collie X munsterlander, affectionately nicknamed "Satan."

And Max, le Spotty Reserve Dog.

And the very handsome Eric The Red, another TDBCR dog.

(and before ya'll say it - he doesn't actually look anything like Wootie, he just happens to be orange as well).

We all went for walkies along the dikes. Sport lasted about 45 feet, and then had to go home, exhausted, with Dad. But hey, at least I got to walk with Sporty again :) :) :)

The question is - why oh why did I drive all the way to Poco/Hell for a dog kennel? Certainly, Mr. Pickles does deserve to be crammed in one for leaving the ungodly number of Peeps (tm) in my life, but really I was getting the kennel for his new puppy.

Envy. I haz some! Mr. Pickles adopted a doberman puppy (from rescue. Good boy, Mr. Pickles!) and I am envious. Because who doesn't love a puppy? Especially a doberman. They are so photogenic:

Umm, okay, well ... at least they are super graceful!

Ohboy.


Okay, well ... at least they can SCI-FI MORPH TOGETHER INTO ONE 2-HEADED SUPERDOBIE!

...which I think this sheltie must have eaten. Because why else would he be so fat?

Take a picture, asshole, it lasts longer.

The other thing Poco/Hell has is wolves. Or at least, an old old wolf hybrid. ZOMG! You should have seen the size of this dude's paws. Feet like a camel.

I asked his owner what this old gentleman weighed in his prime and she said "Ummm, about 120lbs."

F*ck. So did I. Except he has lost weight. How depressing.

Tweed is unimpressed with Food Lady's jokes about her lost youth.

Meh.

And so, with wolves and Sportys and Mad Teeth(tm) (oh my!) another weekend comes to an end.

This is shocking news for Miss Piper.

ZOMG! I died.

What really killed Piper??
Maybe it was Colonel MacDonald at the Beach with 400 lbs of sand (forced down her gullet)

Check back later this week for photos of dobermanpuppycuteness. If I can unsnuzzle myself from the new puppy for long enough to pick up the camera, that is.

17 comments:

D said...

We have a Wolf here in New West (not quite as hellish as PoCo) too. He's HUGE, but I just love him. But shhhhhhh... the city thinks he's a Husky. Stupid city workers :D

tualizzy said...

Yeeeaaaah Sporty!!!!

citydog said...

Hooray Sport!

He looks great.

PoochesForPeace said...

I always say Sport is my favorite!!!! It made my day to see him! Yay!

Tristan - I'm a Heavenly King said...

Love love love love so love sporty! :) Miss him! Am so happy to see the old boy's smile and his complete unwavering devotion to you! Good on you FL!:)

Poor Tweed. Good to hear all's ok with him! That was unfortunate. Poor thing. I'm guilty of stunts like that too. Thank doG these lovely beings do not harbour long term grudges.:)

cruznk9 said...

It made my day seeing Sporticus again. Great to see him doing so well. I'm glad Tweed's eye is ok too.

Barb said...

I don't think dogs EVER forget people they have loved.

One of the many facets of their awesomeness.

Anna said...

Poor Tweed. I have done a similar thing except I was kicking the ball and my dog got in the way. I have never felt so guilty either as eyes seem such delicate things.

Glad he is ok

MalaysianFan said...

It seems reasonable enough to me that the crates should be presented to Mr. Pickles filled with re-gifted Peeps, no?

jane said...

Thanks for the Sport update. He looks great! Another good work that you did.

More Woo, please.

Fi said...

So great to see old Sporty - he is looking just fab, and so lovely he reserved a special burst of energy just for you. Sounds like he has a great home and life. Hurray!

Hotly anticipated dobie-pup-cuteness later in the week...!

Barbara said...

Sport looks so freakin happy!

Nice to hear he's still kickin!

Barbara & the Bedlams Pack.

StellaStar said...

Where do I begin?!? Okay, for starters...YAY Sport! Oh, how I missed seeing him in your blog! As for mapquest, it has OFTEN led me astray. I can't count how many times I've cussed the mapquest people out. I love love love dobermans, and dobie puppies are so darn cuuuuute! I'm glad Tweed (my fave) is okay. He's prolly thinking "hey you have my permission to whallup me more often if you give me a whole pizza, food lady." Okay. I'm done.

Tatyana said...

Are you sure that doberman isn't a german shorthaired pointer? He looks an aaaaaawful lot like a GSP, more than a dobie. I could be mistaken, but figured i'd ask.

Life in vet school said...

I love Eric the Red's underbite! It's so cute! You are so mean, Food Lady -- Tweed's brain is NOT little and tiny.......I bet he just doesn't want the other dogs to feel bad. :)

Hey, seriously (seriously!) -- what do Sporty's people feed him?!? I always hate asking this question because I'm hoping for some magical longevity formula and it ALWAYS turns out to be Ol' Roy or something similar, but I keep trying. Do you happen to know?

Oh, and aside from remembering people they love forever, I think one of the great things about dogs is knowing when you didn't MEAN to hurt them. My dogs totally know it's an accident if I step on their foot in the dark or whatever -- I bet Tweed has already forgotten all about it. :)

The Border Collies said...

Are you sure that doberman isn't a german shorthaired pointer? He looks an aaaaaawful lot like a GSP, more than a dobie.Actually there were two of them, and I thought they were GSPs as well, but the owner claimed they were Dobies. It certainly made my blog entry easier, so I went with it. But yes, I also thought they were GSPs, or at least mixed, and still kinda do.

Hey, seriously (seriously!) -- what do Sporty's people feed him?!? I always hate asking this question because I'm hoping for some magical longevity formula and it ALWAYS turns out to be Ol' Roy or something similar, but I keep trying. Do you happen to know?Honestly, I don't know - something from the vet I think. He was on raw and grain-free high end kibbles when he lived with me, and I know that his new home feeds good food, but don't recall what kind. Actually, I think Sport is kind of too fat, given his bad elbows and hips, and would like to see about 10 lbs off him, but all things being equal, he looks better fat than as the bone rack he was when I got him!! And he's not my dog anymore, so as long as he is happy, I'm happy.

But they definitely don't feed Ole Roy!! LOL

b13 said...

What a great series of photos :) So glad that Sport is doing well and that you still get to see him and all the doggies!