nutjob

My nickname for Tug is "nutjob" when he's being just outrageous. He's taken to running back and forth from the living room through the dining room and onto the little screened in porch- and then back again. He leaves himself breathless racing around like his feet are on fire and his a** is catchin'!! (That's an old colloquialism I don't want to see die- does't it just give you a mental picture a la Looney Tunes?)

My aunt was over last Sunday after we all went to a play. Tug tried hard to be a good boy for her and she did manage to do a good job of loving on him at one point...but then his switch flipped and he went into "terrier" mode. It was the first time she'd seen it happen so she finally understood what that meant. Usually he's just a nutjob from the moment she comes in but this time she saw the glazed look in the eyes after the fast change from reasonable dog to panting, squirming, nipping nightmare...

One wily moment: the other night he was so tired he almost fell asleep sitting up in my lap. I kept trying to get him to lie down to sleep. Futile. Then I got up to get a drink and he was in my seat with his eyes closed in a nanosecond!! The butthead wanted my chair!!

Happy Holidays!

Bribed with treats a plenty, our boy lets himself get dressed into a Santa coat for a holiday photo on the day after Thanksgiving...

happy to be home

Tug is a very good camper- he tries to be patient and understanding of the nonesense of being tied to a tree all day when there's so many things to sniff and eat lying around. He loves the fresh air and relieving himself outside (he's such a boy). He even enjoys sitting quietly outside at night with the campfire if we'll let him into our laps. He's learned to settle down immediately in his crate inside the tent camper- even for daytime naps if someone stays in there with him. But the one thing that doesn't change is how happy he is to get home: back to his chairs (our recliners), his toys, his bigger crate for sleeping and his 2nd floor screened-in porch. He can be terribly tired but as soon as we turn into our complex he's bouncing around in the back seat waiting to jump out, pee, and run up the stairs into the house.

This weekend he even had a new nonesense to endure: we erected a screen room. over the picnic table and did our food prep and eating in there. If we hadn't opened the flap to toss him food on occasion I think he'd have objected to being left outside the screen room.

Mama said he'd slept most of Monday & Tuesday after the 3 day weekend. He was pretty cuddly today, too.

Tug the Thug

Tug has another new jacket- my sister can't seem to pass up a cute jacket. This one is a black hoodie and the hood is made of mesh. When we first put it on him I called him "stealth dog" since it hides all of his white chest leaving just his face blaze and paws. Mama and my sister decided the appropriate nickname was "Tug the Thug."