In July, our local affiliate of the Houston Astro’s had Relay For Life night. My friend, Kelly, and I set up a booth to advertise for our Bark For Life event which will take place the end of October. As part of that, we were allowed to bring our dogs to the game! Tippy had a blast.
I think she thought everyone who came through the gate was there just to see her and give her some lovin’. I was very proud of how well she behaved and handled the crowd. She was a great ambassador for the event.
Hey everyone! Come see me.
Look! Here comes someone else. Think they’ll pet me?
Relaxing during the game.
Kelly brought one of her dogs, Kimura, with her. She and Tippy got along well, except for the one time that Kelly was petting Tippy and Kimura got jealous. Silly dog.
Kimura, relaxing on her bed.
It wasn’t easy, but we did finally manage to get a picture of them together.
The Assistant General Manager of the team, Kelsey, was excited to get to see our dogs and get some puppy loving.
Loving on Tippy.
Kimura wanted in on the loving.
We walked around the park, visiting with the fans and watching the game. One couple commented on how calm she was and wondered if she had always been that way. Of course, my answer was “no.” It takes time, work, and a little maturing from the puppy stage.
This looks like an interesting game.
I hope I get the opportunity to take her to at least one game next year. Maybe they will bring back “Bark in the Park” night. Paws crossed.
I follow Sara Ferguson and Choppy’s blog, Travels With Choppy. Every Friday, she has a “Where’s Choppy” post with photos of her dog, Choppy, “hiding” in plain sight. The challenge is to find her. I enjoy these posts and was reminded of them when I seemed to have my own indoor version of “Where’s Tippy” recently.
The first time I couldn’t find her, we had just gotten back from a walk. I had sat down at the computer for a few minutes when I decided to check on her. I looked in all of her normal resting spots.
She wasn’t on the couch, in front of the couch, or on the fireplace hearth.
No on or in front of the couch.
Not on the hearth.
She wasn’t on the bed, beside of the bed, in the hallway leading to the master bathroom, or on the rug in front of the door leading to the garage.
Not on or beside of the bed.
Not in the hallway leading to the master bath.
Not by the door going outside.
Just when I was beginning to think that I had lost my mind and she hadn’t come inside with me, I decided to look at one last place, the half bath. Sure enough, there she was. It must have been the coolest place in the house that day.
A few days later, we had our second version of the game. I was turning down the bed and realized I hadn’t seen her for a while. I went searching in all of the above places, but no Tippy. Then, I noticed that the door to my closet was open more than normal. I turned the light on and, sure enough, there she was.
I really have no idea why she was in there, but she seemed relaxed, so I just turned the light back off and left her. She came out in a couple of hours. Crazy girl. Who knows what goes on in her head sometimes?
July 11th marked 4 years since I brought Tippy home from the local humane society. It seems like it was yesterday, but also feels like she has always been here. I can’t imagine my life without her.
The day started off with a continuation of the cow saga as I found them out again. Tippy “defended” the house while I made sure they got back into the pasture field. Later that day, my neighbor and dad were able to find out where they had gotten out and added some fencing. So far, knock on wood, they have stayed where they belong.
We took our normal 20 minute walk fairly early, before it got unbearably hot. Tippy cooled off in the garage while I continued walking the driveway to get in 30 minutes of exercise. The fireplace hearth seemed to be the best place to finish cooling off before taking a much needed nap.
Mom, I think I heard something.
Cooling off in the garage.
Continuing to cool off on the hearth.
Can’t a dog take a nap around here without having her picture taken?
To celebrate her adoption day, I gave her a peanut butter/carob Puppy Sucker.
She heard the cellophane crinkling – the universal signal that a treat is coming, and was very excited about whatever it was I had behind my back.
When I first gave it to her, she wasn’t sure what it was. However, it didn’t take her long to realize it was food and figure out how to eat it. It was gone in 3…2…1, literally. Once she got it in her mouth, it was totally gone in 3 minutes.
To top off the day, she went with me to play tennis and made some new friends.
Thanks for taking me for a ride, mom.
Cooling in the shade with a new friend.
Relaxing at the courts.
It was pretty much a perfect day. One with a little excitement, some exercise, a good long nap, a special treat, and a car ride! It doesn’t get much better than that for Tippy!
On Thursday, I was in the house and heard Tippy barking. I went out to see what she had found. I tried to follow her gaze down the hill, but didn’t see anything. I did hear something big walking, so I went over to the edge of the woods to get a better look. That’s when I saw it. A big, black bull. What in the world was it doing on that steep hill?
I got Tippy inside while I put my shoes on so I could chase it back to where it belonged. Before I got back outside, it had disappeared. I tried to get Tippy to help me find it, but she decided laying on the concrete was a better option. I never did see it again, but did follow it’s tracks for a distance down through the woods.
Mom and dad later checked and all of the cows that were supposed to be in the field were there. They put up a piece of wire where they thought it had probably gotten out.
Take two. Today, I was sitting outside, reading, and Tippy started barking. I looked up and this is what I saw.
He was back and had brought a friend…..a cow. Again, by the time I put my shoes on, they were gone. But, this time, I followed their tracks and heard them smashing through the woods, back down the hill. Where they went down was really steep and had some fallen trees, so I really don’t know how they managed to make the trek and not get hurt. We still can’t figure out why they have decided to climb this big hill. They have plenty of food and water where they are and there is nothing to eat in the woods. Maybe they are just adventuresome and wanted to try out their mountaineering skills.
After all of the excitement was done and the cows were back where they belonged, it was time to relax and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.
On our walk last Sunday, I snapped this weather predicting picture of Tippy.
Those blossoms past her are on a blackberry vine. We always have a cold snap whenever they are blooming. Even though I know that, in my heart I was hoping it wasn’t true this year, as it was 85°F (29.4°C) and I wearing shorts. I was not ready for cold weather again.
Trying to live in the moment, as dogs tend to teach us to do, I was enjoying the warm weather that we did have. So, we walked on. A little further back I heard a cow bawling. For those who don’t live on a farm, cows usually only bawl if something is wrong or they are separated from their baby. As we got closer to her, I saw her coming from my right. I looked up ahead and, there was her calf, calmly waiting on her. Before I could snap a picture, they were together. Calves are so cute, especially when they look so much like their mother.
The next day was windy, but still warm. I think this bull thought it was hot. Either that, or he just wanted to go for a swim.
The weather got progressively worse and we are now experiencing our annual blackberry winter. Yesterday’s high was 48°F (9°C), and this morning it was only 38°F (3.3°C). I’m hoping this one is short lived and we can get back to Spring soon.
Do you have an annual Spring cold snap? If so, what is it called in your neck of the woods?
I love my walks with Tippy, especially in the spring. All of the trees are budding, the leaves are beginning to come out, and the grass is coming back to life. It never ceases to amaze me as to how many different shades of green there are in nature.
I also love all of the little flowers that bloom. This blue one I’ve always called a bluet, but, when I looked it up, that is not what it is. If you can educate me as to it’s identity, I would appreciate it.
And, of course, the Red Buds are blooming! Not sure why they are called Red Buds when the buds are clearly pink, but, they are beautiful.
Red bud tree near my house.
Close up of red bud blooms.
Since spring is my favorite season of the year, be prepared for more pictures of the wildflowers that we encounter during our daily walks.
I love the fact that I live in an area where I can let Tippy run free and roam a bit on her own. However, I have found I am a little hypocritical because I don’t like the fact that other people’s dogs have that same freedom.
As an example, about 3 weeks ago, mom and dad took Tippy for a walk in the neighbor’s field. When they got back near the house, there were two Pit Bulls down the hill, barking at them. They didn’t seem to be aggressive, but I was not happy that they were out roaming around. I was a little concerned that they might come over and hurt Tippy when I left her tied out or that Tippy would start roaming with them and get in trouble.
A few days later, Tippy and I went for a walk. I heard a bark from behind me and glanced back. Seeing a black dog, I thought it was Tippy and said, “What are you barking at?” That’s when I noticed it was one of the Pit Bulls. I continued on my walk, which included going back toward where the dog had been. I remained calm, because, again, he didn’t seem aggressive, but picked up a walking stick, just in case. He and his friend were down on the side of the hill when I got back, both barking. I just walked on. When I turned around to close the gate, both of the Pits were standing there. I said something to them, Tippy heard me, and came running from the house. She looked at them through the gate for a minute. I started to grab her collar and make her go back to the house, but I was afraid that would convey the wrong energy. So, I just watched to see what would happen, ready to intervene if needed. Tippy went through the fence to where they were and, fortunately, they greeted each other in a very calm manner. So, at least I know they aren’t aggressive towards her.
It is now pretty much a daily occurrence that I see them, either in the field, in my yard, or on my porch. Tippy gets very excited when she sees them, but, like a mom who doesn’t want her kids to hang around with the “wrong crowd,” I won’t let her out until I think they have been gone for at least 30 minutes. Here is how it played out a couple of days ago.
Tippy and I heard one of them barking at the gate. It was the white one, which seems to be a little more timid.
While Tippy was busy at the front of the house, I heard something on the back porch. Sure enough, it was the other one. He seems to be more bold. When I saw this picture, I thought it was interesting that my eye is reflecting in the glass on his neck because I was“keeping an eye on him.”
A few minutes later, they were both out back.
Tippy tried her best to get me to let her out so she could go play, but I persevered.
Mom, can I please go out to play?
When I did decide to let her go out, I had her sit/stay until I got the garage door open and made sure they were gone.
Once I gave her the okay, she started smelling where they had been.
Where did they go?
They were here!
She did go to try to find them, but was back in about 10 minutes. So, either they were gone or she tired of them quickly. At least, for now, she isn’t wandering away with them.
I will just continue to keep an eye on them and Tippy and, if something needs to be done in the future, I will address it then. Hopefully, that won’t be necessary.