If you have ever had a room painted, you know what a disruption that is to, well, just about everything. So, when I scheduled a painter to paint my great room, I was worried about how Tippy would handle all of the changes. My original plan was to have her stay with our trainer, but she was out of town. I had no choice but to keep her here and hope for the best.
I put her crate and the furniture that could easily be moved in another room. Once the painter got here, the rest of the furniture was moved to the middle of the room where it, and the floor was covered with drop clothes.
When Tippy came inside, I just let her explore at her own pace. To my pleasant surprise, she walked right in, not worrying about all of the different textures on the floor or the fact that the furniture was out of place.
Hey mom. The floor is noisier than I remember.
This blue thing smells interesting.
This looks like a nice place for a nap.
She got along well with the painter too. She did bark at him when he came, but quickly warmed up. By the 3rd day, she just ran to the door when he got here, excited to see him.
At the end of each work day, we would clean up the biggest part of the mess and I would take the drop cloth off of the couch. We had it set up so that I could still watch TV from there in the evening. I wasn’t sure where Tippy would want to sleep, since she normally goes from the couch to the loveseat during the night. I expected her to sleep in the bedroom with me, but this is where I found her every morning.
It turned out I had no reason to worry, as Tippy just went with the flow. However, I think we were both glad when the project was complete.
When I found out that Tippy and Huckleberry were finally going to meet for the first time since they were puppies, over 4 years ago, I pictured in my mind what the reunion would be like. You know, the slow motion running to each other, giving doggie hugs and kisses, and immediately playing. Of course, real life never quite works out that way.
The initial greeting was tentative. There were lots of polite sniffing and a little bit of low growling. To get that under control, we took them for a walk together and then came back for the event. I wonder if our expectations about the meeting produced some unintentional nervous energy? We were just so excited for them to meet and for us to meet also.
Even though they probably didn’t remember each other, they sure did act like sisters, the kind that have a love/hate relationship.
They initially refused to be near one another.
As Jane and I talked, we did realize just how much alike they are. They both lay with their paws crossed, dislike most men, hate large tucks, love peanut butter (they placed 1st and 2nd in the peanut butter eating contest), love their back to be scratched at the same place, have allergies, and have similar mannerisms, have a cow lick in the same place, and prefer Frisbees over balls. Without jealousy, each one loved on the other’s furmom – like we were one happy family of 4.
Eventually, we were able to get them to sit together, even if it was just for the judging of the Biggest Dog competition and a quick picture. Of course, the Great Dane won and Huckleberry came in second, as she is just a little bit taller than Tippy.
Everything considered, I think the meeting went well. We are planning to get together again next month, when they can just play, without all of the distractions, and when Huckleberry isn’t tired from a trip to the beach and riding all morning.
These two pictures show how much alike they are. What do you think?
We did manage to get one good picture of them before they had to leave.
We hope all of your holiday family reunions go as well as this one did…with a lot of love for everyone to spread around, lots of tail wags, some polite sniffing, and only a small amount of growling, if any at all.
Our Bark For Life went really well yesterday! We didn’t have as big of a turn out as I had hoped, but everyone who was there had a great time and the day was perfect for being outside with your pet.
Huckleberry and her mom, Jane, had been at the beach with some friends and stopped by the event on their way home. She commandeered her friend Brittany and furbaby Tucker to come with her. They all had a really good time and Brittany posted, “Tucker never knew fundraisers could be so fun!”
We had all types and sizes of dogs, ranging from a Great Dane to a tiny Yorkie. Everyone had fun with the Strut Your Mutt parade, and the dogs seemed to love showing off their best tricks, giving vocal performances, smiling, wagging their tails, and participating in a peanut butter eating contest, among other things.
The regional news was there and ran a short story at 11 o’clock.
Tippy got second place in Happiest Dog and Best Trick. She also got first place in fundraising, so her picture will be the largest on the poster calendar we are putting together. Here she is with all of her prizes.
I had intended to include in this post how the reunion with Tippy and Huckleberry went. However, my internet was acting up today and it literally took me all afternoon and evening to get these pictures up and the post written to this point. I will do my very best to post about the reunion tomorrow. Sorry to all of my followers who were looking forward to hearing about it today.
I found out a couple of days ago that the lady who adopted Tippy’s sister is planning to come to our Bark For Life event on Sunday, so they will get to meet for the first time since they were just puppies!
It all started on a Saturday in late June of 2014. Someone had posted pictures on Facebook of two adorable puppies that they had found in the ditch in front of their house. They were going to give them to anyone who wanted them. Since I had decided it was time for me to get a dog, I called to ask about them. By that time, they were on their way to drop them off at the Humane Society, so I told her just to go ahead since I wasn’t 100% sure I would want one of them. I showed up at the Humane Society early on Monday to have a look and try to make up my mind. Here are the Humane Society pictures of Cartwheel and Pinwheel, aka Tippy and Huckleberry.
Too cute for words.
Adorable, even if a little blurry.
It doesn’t surprise me that Pinwheel’s picture was blurry as she was very active and Cartwheel was the more mellow of the two. That, and the two different eyes were what drew me to Cartwheel and not her sister. See my posts The Beginning: Prissy and The Search Is On for details on my adoption of Tippy and just why she was initially “sluggish.”
I was thinking today how Cartwheel would have been a good name for Tippy when she was a puppy. She would take off running as fast as she could, try to cut a quick corner, and her momentum would carry her on, causing her to do somersaults across the yard. She finally figured out that cattle herding talent and no longer goes tumbling.
When I decided to find Tippy’s sister’s owner, hoping they could get together, I connected with the lady who initially adopted her. Unfortunately, their current dog and Pinwheel did not get along, so they had given her to a friend who lived in Chattanooga, about 3 hours away. I was able to connected with her on Facebook. She is a Tennessee State Park Ranger and got transferred to a park that is only an hour away a couple of years ago. We have been wanting to get them together ever since she moved, but haven’t been successful.
We are both excited about them meeting on Sunday, and are really hopeful that they get along. Maybe, in some deep seated memory, they will remember each other and be glad to be reunited.
This past Monday, Tippy and I were invited to be on the local news, with my friend Kelly and her dog Kimura, to promote Bark For Life, an American Cancer Society fundraiser that she and I are putting together.
Tippy was excited until she found out she had to take a bath in order to look her best. Since it was for a good cause, she tolerated the dreaded water torture.
All wet and suds up.
That wasn’t too bad.
I love her curly ear fur when she’s wet.
We had to be at the studio at 9am. It’s a little over an hour drive, so we got up early on Monday morning and took off. I don’t know if Tippy knew what she was in for, but she was definitely more relaxed than I was on the drive.
Once we got there, we walked around a little bit to burn off some of Tippy’s energy. Fortunately, the rain they were calling for hadn’t started yet.
The doors to the studio are locked, so you have to ring the doorbell and wait to be let in. I’m pretty sure the receptionist was not expecting to see a dog and, from her reaction, or lack thereof, she is NOT a dog person. Tippy couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to pet her and didn’t react positively when she put her paws on her desk. Some people!
We were told to go to the waiting area and she would let them know we were there. Kelly and Kimura came in a couple of minutes later. That’s when things went downhill. Tippy went to greet her. At first, all was good. But then, Kimura gave a little growl and Tippy was NOT going to back down like Kimura’s sister does. I had Tippy walk away, but she started her full blown barking that she does when a perceived intruder is in the area. This is not looking good and we were just hoping that the newsroom had great sound attenuation.
I got her to calm down, but if Kimura moved toward her, she would start barking again. So, we tried “walking together” up and down the hallway. For the most part, that went well, with only a little growling as they passed each other. We went back in to the room and they had a few moments of tolerating each other.
Two young ladies came in to wait for their segment. Kimura hid under the table. Tippy went over to greet them, but, when they reached out to pet her, she gave a low growl and walked away. The ladies were dog people, so that didn’t bother them at all. We all thought it was funny that she went over “to be petted” and then growled when they tried.
She laid down for a few minutes and then got up and laid her head on my lap. I was petting her when Kimura inched her way toward us. Tippy went into full blown protective mode with the really mean bark that she has. Geeze. Really? When I realized that she thought she was needing to protect me, or claiming me as hers, I had her to lie down beside of me. That calmed the situation and they were good until it was our turn to be interviewed.
Kelly and I were very worried that we were going to have a real news story with headlines reading something like, “Dog Fight Breaks Out On The Morning News.”
They calmly walked into the studio. We only had about 30 seconds to get them situated before the interview began. Tippy decided to lay with her back to the camera. With everything that had happened between these two in the waiting room, I decided I wasn’t going to try to get her to turn around. As long as they were calm, we were happy. Here is the link to video of our segment. If you listen all the way to the end, you can hear the news lady talking to Tippy. As soon as the camera was turned off, she had gotten up and turned around to get some lovin’ from her.
There were no more intolerant moments between the two. We are going to try to walk them together some at one of our local trails and see if that helps them get along better.
Apparently, keeping yourself off camera as much as possible is very hard work.
Bark For Life was originally scheduled for tomorrow. The weather is supposed to be awful – raining and a high of 43° F (6.1° C), so we postponed it a week. I’ll be sure to create another blog post afterwards and let you know how she and Kimura gets along.
Today is a nice, cool, sunny, early fall day here in East Tennessee. Having some things I wanted to do on my computer, I decided to take advantage and sit outside to “work.” Tippy decided to join me. At first, she was very respectful of the fact that I had things to do.
That was, however, short lived as she decided that I had been gone too much this week and needed to be paying more attention to her. Of course, I was happy to oblige.
Come on mom. Play with me!
Getting Tippy kisses
There. Isn’t this much better than a computer on your lap.
Sniffing the fall air.
Mom’s lap is so comfy.
She did finally have enough and went to lay in the sunshine.
She came back and jumped up on my lap, looking over the computer, as I was commenting on a blog post. She may have just been wanting me to tell Choppy hi for her.
Tippy and I hope the weather where you are is as great as it is here and that you have a wonderful weekend!
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!