Pups

The winds blew in about noontime, bringing with them cold dry air and darkening skies. Bogart left us shortly after that and suddenly we found our house was eerily quiet! We have four dogs of our own, but that one little guy sure livened things up! I’d really forgotten what having a young dog in the house was like.

You know, Arnie and Annelise will be four years old next month! FOUR YEARS OLD! I still can’t believe it, and yes…they are calm and quiet and have a certain amount of maturity, that they previously lacked.

Gone are the days when I had to run through our fields calling them because they’d taken off on me. Fritz and Greta are now senior dogs. They tend not to get in trouble too often. I say not too often because on Saturday when Hubby got home from the park with Fritz, Fritz jumped out of the car, sort of over Hubby’s head, leaving a big scratch mark on Hubby’s neck!

Greta can be bribed. The words “Cookie Bone” will bring her back, no matter how far she has roamed!

So, tonight the house is quiet. Arnie and Anneliese are chewing rawhide bones sitting next to me in my chair (gosh the bones smell truly yucky), and Greta is on the sofa asleep with Fritz having already retired to the bed room!

Hubby noted that Anneliese misses Bogart especially and he is right. After his departure, she looked for him for quite a while. He also noted that they all seem just plain bored with us.

If he starts talking about getting another dog I will simply go mad! That is, unless I get a fenced in yard! A young puppy with no fence means I’d be walking that little pup round the clock…again….and I’m kind of liking my grown up pup-a-roos!