pics and it did happen
Nov. 14th, 2009 11:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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danger0usbeans, who is widely acknowledged as an expert in these matters, posting about dogs on the internet without providing pictures will cause said dog to explode.
Frankly, I feel that's rather unfair to the dog, but who am I to question the wisdom of the Internets? In the words of a thousand Internet users, "Pics or it didn't happen." So, I feel it is my duty to bring you pics. Because it did happen. Trudeau happened.
He is filled with ennui about... stuff. And he thinks really deep thoughts. And I seriously defy you to not be swayed by the power of those wrinkly golden eyebrows.
OM NOM NOM NOM. I won't tell you what it is he's chewing on, because you don't want to know. Instead, I'll tell you that these photos don't really show you his size, but basically I've decided he's a cross between a german shepherd and GODZILLA. I don't actually have to bend down to pet him. At all.
Things that I have learned about Trudeau today include:
* How it is that he probably came to be a stray dog in the first place... he is prodigiously talented at slipping right out of a collar. Also, if you use the leash to create a makeshift slip collar, he'll get out of that too. I see now why the people at the shelter used a harness on him, even though it just encouraged his pulling. Thanks for the heads-up, jerks.
* He either wants to play with horses, or he wants to bite them. It's hard to tell. Either way, Trudeau and Juno (Juneau?) are not currently mix-y things. He playbowed and snapped his jaws and generally made a spectacle of himself while Juno just stood there not even really noticing his existence. (He then slipped his collar and ran around like a lunatic on a caffeine high, and acted like he was going to bite my friend's filly on the ass, much to my horror. Needless to say, I won't be taking him out of the truck at the barn for some time.)
* He actually has the ability to bend space and time. This is the only explanation I can come up with to explain how it is that he thinks all 90 pounds of him will fit into my lap.
* He likes couches. Once you invite him up, you will never get rid of him. Until he realizes that he can't actually fold himself onto the couch, either. Even the dog beds are a stretch, when he really wants to spread himself out.
Yesterday he mostly followed me around like if he let me out of sight I was going to disappear, never to be seen (or to feed him) again. Today he's already relaxing more and occasionally electing to spend a little time in rooms that I am not in. Progress! Tomorrow we have an appointment bright and early for his ball-removal, which will be nice. He doesn't need those anyway.
danger0usbeans, who is widely acknowledged as an expert in these matters, posting about dogs on the internet without providing pictures will cause said dog to explode.Frankly, I feel that's rather unfair to the dog, but who am I to question the wisdom of the Internets? In the words of a thousand Internet users, "Pics or it didn't happen." So, I feel it is my duty to bring you pics. Because it did happen. Trudeau happened.
He is filled with ennui about... stuff. And he thinks really deep thoughts. And I seriously defy you to not be swayed by the power of those wrinkly golden eyebrows.
OM NOM NOM NOM. I won't tell you what it is he's chewing on, because you don't want to know. Instead, I'll tell you that these photos don't really show you his size, but basically I've decided he's a cross between a german shepherd and GODZILLA. I don't actually have to bend down to pet him. At all.
Things that I have learned about Trudeau today include:
* How it is that he probably came to be a stray dog in the first place... he is prodigiously talented at slipping right out of a collar. Also, if you use the leash to create a makeshift slip collar, he'll get out of that too. I see now why the people at the shelter used a harness on him, even though it just encouraged his pulling. Thanks for the heads-up, jerks.
* He either wants to play with horses, or he wants to bite them. It's hard to tell. Either way, Trudeau and Juno (Juneau?) are not currently mix-y things. He playbowed and snapped his jaws and generally made a spectacle of himself while Juno just stood there not even really noticing his existence. (He then slipped his collar and ran around like a lunatic on a caffeine high, and acted like he was going to bite my friend's filly on the ass, much to my horror. Needless to say, I won't be taking him out of the truck at the barn for some time.)
* He actually has the ability to bend space and time. This is the only explanation I can come up with to explain how it is that he thinks all 90 pounds of him will fit into my lap.
* He likes couches. Once you invite him up, you will never get rid of him. Until he realizes that he can't actually fold himself onto the couch, either. Even the dog beds are a stretch, when he really wants to spread himself out.
Yesterday he mostly followed me around like if he let me out of sight I was going to disappear, never to be seen (or to feed him) again. Today he's already relaxing more and occasionally electing to spend a little time in rooms that I am not in. Progress! Tomorrow we have an appointment bright and early for his ball-removal, which will be nice. He doesn't need those anyway.
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Date: 2009-11-15 07:32 am (UTC)And eyebrows!
And nails!
And I hear TNG snoring in the other room, so it's time for me to go to bed. Good luck with your new boy. He's very endearing.
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Date: 2009-11-15 08:45 am (UTC)and hooray for fixing!
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Date: 2009-11-15 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-15 05:11 pm (UTC)