I love fall for a lot of reasons, one of which is that my dogs have
always seemed to perk up when the temperature drops. Even Harriet,
who is not fond of *cold* weather, is enjoying herself. This
morning, on our pre-dawn walk, she was all about the sniffing and
the snorting and the sneezing and the bouncy walking. At one point,
on our way home, she even flipped around to face me, landing in a
play bow. Complete with big, dorky smile, too.

I think the weather may have addled her brain.

--
Shelly
http://www.cat-sidh.net (the Mother Ship)
http://esther.cat-sidh.net (Letters to Esther)

Shelly wrote:
I love fall for a lot of reasons, one of which is that my dogs have
always seemed to perk up when the temperature drops. Even Harriet, who
is not fond of *cold* weather, is enjoying herself. This morning, on
our pre-dawn walk, she was all about the sniffing and the snorting and
the sneezing and the bouncy walking. At one point, on our way home, she
even flipped around to face me, landing in a play bow. Complete with
big, dorky smile, too.

I think the weather may have addled her brain.


With Genny who was born in New Orleans and later moved to Miami, I
called it dog weather. I'd be shivering in my unheated apartment
reluctant to get out of my warm bed, and she'd be rarin' to go.


Cubbe, of the more furry variety, gets revved up by the cold. She gets
the zoomies when she gets back in the house. I don't know if she's
warming herself up. She sometimes does it when she's spent a while in
the cold basement. Jim calls it wahoo. She tears around the house
making growling noises and nipping at ankles. (Now she calms down when
we tell her to, but it took some training.) It took a while to figure
out the connection with the cold, but I think that's it.


--Lia

Shelly wrote in news:fgn7ki$h7f$1
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At one point,
on our way home, she even flipped around to face me, landing in a
play bow. Complete with big, dorky smile, too.


Such a cute image! It does seem like all animals are invigorated by the
fall weather.

--
Catherine
& Zoe, Queenie, & Max, 3 black dogs of varying sizes
& Rosalie the calico cat
www.ourladyofperfection.blogspot.com

ceb wrote:

Such a cute image!

It was cute, for sure. Stuff like that (and the snorty bouncies in
general), makes having to be awake at ass o'clock much more
tolerable. There aren't many things that'll make me laugh at that
hour of the morning.

It does seem like all animals are invigorated by the
fall weather.

Yep! And I have to admit that mostly, I feel the same way. It's
peppy weather.

--
Shelly
http://www.cat-sidh.net (the Mother Ship)
http://esther.cat-sidh.net (Letters to Esther)

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ceb wrote:
Such a cute image! It does seem like all animals are invigorated by the
fall weather.

Since we're in training (2 days on, 1 day off) the dogs are
doing everything moreso. Puppy uppies are uppier, snoozes
are deeper.
--
Melinda Shore - Software longa, hardware brevis -

Prouder than ever to be a member of the reality-based community

Melinda Shore wrote:

Since we're in training (2 days on, 1 day off) the dogs are
doing everything moreso. Puppy uppies are uppier, snoozes
are deeper.

How is your working with Emmett progressing? Has he decided that
he'd like to return to mushing?

--
Shelly
http://www.cat-sidh.net (the Mother Ship)
http://esther.cat-sidh.net (Letters to Esther)

In article ,
Shelly wrote:
How is your working with Emmett progressing? Has he decided that
he'd like to return to mushing?

Yes, but we're continuing to do most of our conditioning
separately. He's still not able to go as far as the others
without pooping out, and I really don't want him quitting on
me.

Yesterday he was out in the yard while we were hooking up
(the dogs going for the run are clipped to a picket line
I've strung on the outside of the fence) and he was running
back and forth the whole time, pausing occasionally to
levitate. It was nice to see him want to go.

This weekend I drove through Connecticut Hill to check out
the state of things (it's time to start training there) and
drove down the road where Image took off with the team and
Emmett fried on the way back up the hill. It was a heck o a
lot steeper and longer than I remembered - poor Emmett
(Image and Cinder thought it was a hoot).
Topo map at
http://terraserver.microsoft.com/ima...453&Y=5862&W=3
It was Hulford Rd.
--
Melinda Shore - Software longa, hardware brevis -

Prouder than ever to be a member of the reality-based community

Shelly wrote :

I think the weather may have addled her brain.

Brain? What Brain?

Melinda Shore wrote:

Yes, but we're continuing to do most of our conditioning
separately. He's still not able to go as far as the others
without pooping out, and I really don't want him quitting on
me.

So he *wants* to run, but he's just not got the endurance (yet?)?
Was he the one with some sort of undiagnosable health or locomotion
issue? Or am I just totally smoking crack?

pausing occasionally to
levitate. It was nice to see him want to go.

Is that something like a boing?

Topo map at
http://terraserver.microsoft.com/ima...453&Y=5862&W=3
It was Hulford Rd.

Yes, that's some kind of hill. Are you sure you don't live in
southern Indiana?

--
Shelly (All questions, all the time)
http://www.cat-sidh.net (the Mother Ship)
http://esther.cat-sidh.net (Letters to Esther)

Mary Healey wrote:

Brain? What Brain?

Well, to be fair, she's *has* received some random brain shipments
over the past couple of years. But, yeah, "Boxer" and "brain" are
not two words that one tends to see in juxtaposition.

Speaking of branes... I recently loaned Harriet's crate out to the
person who is fostering Biscuit. I always send Harriet to her crate
before meals, and watching her try to puzzle that one out the day
her crate went AWOL was Teh Funny. Pobrecita. And I didn't help
her, either, because I wanted to see what she'd do. I would have
bet money that she'd go to the spot her crate was in. Nope. When
she saw that her crate was gone, she ran to the Spare Oom, looked
around. Ran to the living room, looked around. She hopped up on
the couch. Nope. Ran back to the bedroom and jumped into the
middle of my bed. Nope. So then she tried *her* bed, at which
point I took pity on her. So "crate" has now been generalized to
"your bed."

Anyway, the WTFBBQ(!!!?!) look on her face throughout the whole
process was priceless. I think she may have also called me a
dumbass once or twice, under her breath, mind you, but still.

--
Shelly
http://www.cat-sidh.net (the Mother Ship)
http://esther.cat-sidh.net (Letters to Esther)