These two crack me up! They may not be puppies but they act like they’re 6-months old; in a good way! Well, mostly in a good way. They just want to love you and be loved. Ok, they want to jump on you, rub up against you, sit on your feet, and follow so closely that when you stop one or both of them run into you. Me actually. It’s really me that they run into. No one else. Not Marc, not my son Bob, not each other. No, me and only me. Yes, I’m a little bothered by this for one reason: They trip me and give me flat tires damn it; all of which makes me look stupid. You know what it is; it’s when someone is walking behind you and steps on the heal of your shoe, making it flat and tucked under your heal. Yea that! When they do this, or one of my dogs does it, I look stupid. And I don’t know about any of you, but I don’t need help from anyone else in the “making me look stupid area.” Ok, ok I’m done.
They ate my chair and bookshelf. Now riddle me this: They have endless toys in the yard and all over their room; why do they eat the furniture? I find that to be rude behavior. Why aren’t they grateful for all those toys? Why don’t they chew on the bones? I just don’t understand. Anyway, those are all the “puppy” behaviors; so far. Hmm, you know what else? Baths. Yup, baths are just like bathing puppies because, you have to catch them! Sometimes you have to bribe them and I’m not ashamed to say that we do that when needed. You see, they want to be invisible, they think they are invisible, and they want nothing to do with the water that’s involved! We’ll come back to that though.
This situation shocked and educated me. We all thought Ruby was a Blue except now that her fur is coming in better, she’s actually a Brindle! Same as Diamond. No one even considered that as a possibility. That shows how horribly crazy mange can be on their entire system. No matter what color they end up being though, they already look A M A Z I N G! Both girls are so much more playful. They chase each other around the backyard. They wrestle and jump on each other. They play keep away with their toys, just to aggravate each other. Typical sisters! They’re eating fantastically. They are gaining muscle. Diamond’s limp is gone due to her weight gain and exercise. They have collars! Real collars! We couldn’t put them on for a long time. But now they are official with real collars and their County tag! We did kind of mess up with the collars at first. Here’s the scenario, I have a dog named Ruby and I have a dog named Diamond. We got the collars at Big Lots so, not a ton to choose from so we end up with one red collar and one green collar. I had Marc put the red one on Diamond! Uhh, hello?! Ruby. Red. Ruby stones are red. I know right?! Major duh to me! After the baths I asked Marc to switch them. I’m a little embarrassed by that whole situation so I’d rather not talk about it again.
Diamond has some fear when it comes to our crew. It’s so funny (do not tell her I said this-please), she’ll walk up to the fence of the dog run where our kids are and she’ll get nose to nose and growl. It’s a scary growl, I’ll give her that. However, her tail is going so fast. Yes I know that tail wagging doesn’t always mean happiness but it sure looks that way. Then when I tell her “quiet,” she stops immediately and walks over to me like, “Hey mom, I was just messin’ around.” Needless to say, we’re doing introductions slowly. I don’t want to force her to interact too quickly. We’ve no idea what these two girls have been through so we just take things slowly. No need to rush! Our dogs don’t give a crap about the girls. They just want to play with them and some of ours really don’t even want that. They seriously just can’t be bothered with another foster. I also don’t want to scare Ruby. So far, she’s all about loving our dogs that she’s met. She sniffs, they sniff, and everyone goes about their business.
Here’s a kind of funny. Today, I heard them barking and barking. I had just gotten out of the shower (sorry for that visual) so I knocked on the bathroom window hoping that would get their attention and they’d stop. No such luck. So then I went to my bedroom window and knocked on it hoping again, to get their attention. My son says, “What are you pounding at?” I looked out the window again and said, “Holy ****, the Pits are in the tortoise run!” So he went and got them out. They had pushed their way in at the end of the fence. The bright side? We know the girls like tortoises because they didn’t chew on them! Oh, and the barking? Yea that was because they couldn’t figure out how to get out. Apparently in their mind, you don’t go out the same way you came in. Ok, that was smart-ass-y but come on. How hard is it? You go in that way, you go out that way. Come on! You’re thinking it too. Well fine; I’m rude, blah, blah, blah. But…if you could not tell them I said that stuff; that’d be super awesome of you! They think I am the Rock Star of foster moms and I really don’t want them reconsidering my title!
So, bath time. I have pictures for you from the weekend; most of them are terrible. Why? Because at bath time these two girls become deaf, invisible (they think), quick, and super smart when it’s time to go in that little room with the big water thing! They can’t get out of the tort run but they can “bath stall” like no other. I thought my kids were good at stalling when they were little. They’ve got nothing on Diamond and Ruby. These girls hide under my desk, behind other furniture, on the dog bed as if they blend right in. Even when Marc picked Ruby up to take her to the tub, she would not look at him! He “almost” coaxed Diamond into the tub with a treat. She’s not dumb though; take the treat and run was her plan and it worked. The entire process was seriously like a scene out of a cartoon. Anyway, I have numerous blurry pictures that will also explain the event! Marc and I found it funny. Diamond and Ruby…not so much.