JULY 13, 2011:
SLINKY's shelter advertisement read "Eleven years old; sweet; loves his tennis ball". What they forgot to mention was that "Slinky the Smooth Doxie" is like a Tasmanian Devil on speed! Henry the Humble and I drove to pick him up today about 3 pm. He was moderately active at the meet site but slept in the backseat with Henry all the way home. Actually thought he seemed rather cute and sweet! HA HA That was the last time he stopped!
Slinky has had me playing Fetch since we arrived home just before 5:00 and it is now past 10 pm! His ball has been thrown at least 10,000 times and he's tangled with Charlie and Rudy when they've stolen his ball (well, in all fairness, Rudy's ball as the ball Slinky brought with him doesn't squeak...). Rudy & Charlie held the squeaking ball for the usual ransom of pieces of treats. Since Charlie believes he is the Alpha Dog, this interloper is on thin ice. The spats did cease when the Referee (moi) called "foul" and threatened to send everyone to the showers, but there were some snarling tense moments!
Slinky understands "No" perfectly and stops momentarily but he has the attention span of a gnat - and then is right back again, pushing the envelope. Any cessation of play longer than 5 seconds instigates a rather large bark for a little "old" dog. And, we're back to the "No" and the "Stop" craziness.
It's now 11 pm and Slinky has his 4th wind (long past 2nd) and has determined that a newly-discovered latex squeaky dragon-fly is pretty cool to retreive, too. It flies through the air like a real one..... *sigh* I'll need extra time in the whirlpool with the pitching coach and massage therapist. Have to get him to go to sleep - I'm exhausted like after a day with a puppy. Much as I detest cages/crates, there may be no other option tonight.
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