The wild n' crazy pups that is!!
Just two of the little maniacs though. Ray was starting to get a bit frustrated and annoyed by these hyperactive 4 month old furballs. Yeah, how could he?? But sweet little Smokey(above) and her new favourite game of "Beat-the-crap-outta-my-siblings" was starting to test Ray's patience. So before he turfed her over the fence, I suggested they come for a visit with their favourite other human. Or, pretty much the *only* other human they know.
And in the deal, I got to also take my favourite pup-goofball, CHUCK!! Man, they're getting big! For starting off as the lazy, mellow runt of the litter, he's now the lazy, mellow behemoth of the litter.
He's the only one who can handle Smokey-the-tyrant. Only because he weighs twice as much as her and his strategy to control her involves merely sitting on her.
But, most of the time, they got along and had a blast.
Introducing them to the tennis ball game. They caught on fast!
Smokey is a speedy thing compared to the bulk of chuck. But then again, even a 80-yr old sea turtle could beat Chuck to the ball if it really wanted to. I hear sea turtles like tennis.
Once Smokey had the ball, there was no stopping her.
Chuck adapted fast though and when Smokey relaxed momentarily, that was Chuck's cue to pounce and use his brawn to *yoink* the ball out of her mouth. Like this:
(closest possible view of a dogs mouth)
Run Chuck, run!!!
A rare moment when he is actually in front of Smokey.
They loved tripping through the wood pile. And I loved watching them flail through it!
Oh, HOURS of entertainment...
They'd trip and wipe-out, yet that wouldn't stop them from going BACK to the woodpile again and again...
Chuck is so oblivious at times - he ran right into me while I was kneeling down and smacked his shoulder right into my knee as he zoomed - well, walked slightly faster than normal - by me. He let out a yelp and limped for a bit. But *whew* - by the time Ray picked them up, he was no longer hobbling. Yay! Uninjured puppies!! It's a good day when they don't maim themselves.
Smokey kept herself quite entertained with the ball.
"Hey! 'Git back here!"
"My ball. NOT Chuck's ball. My ball..."