It would seem Dora needs a lesson in sharing…Dylan wanted in on it too. Dora would not be outdone.
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Dylan knows how to have fun at the dog park just like those young whipper snappers. What a sweet boy.
It’s clear that Dylan and Dora have fun each morning at the dog park. Dee Dee has her own special morning as well.
Dee Dee and Mom set off early to miss the heat and make a 1.5+ mile loop through the beautiful neighborhood.
The streets are canopied by massive old oak and cedar trees covered in Spanish moss. Magnolias and palms are interspersed. It’s a beautiful walk. We see squirrels and Dee Dee’s nemesis, two black cats, and even an occasional deer.
It’s a special time each morning leaving Dee Dee tired and happy. Mom too.
It rained most of the day yesterday. That meant the kids were stuck on the boat. Mom and Dad paid for that transgression last night… Dylan, Dee Dee, and Dora had to get some exercise today. Mom formed a plan. Rather than take two dogs to a potentially muddy dog park, the whole crew took a walk this morning and then Dad took Dora to the park by herself.
Turns out it was a wise decision.
Mom’s pretty smart but she definitely needs more shampoo.
Another morning, another dog park visit, eight more muddy paws.
It rained last night, hard. At 9:36 am, Mom received a text from Dad, “Mud everywhere…” It’s an SOS concerning Dylan and Dora’s time at the dog park. Mom meets them on the deck of a Red Head with shampoo and towels.
Here is a small example of what happen. Now that’s fun. Even Dylan gets in on it.
A bit of a wash and towel off leads to an afternoon of this.
Since Dylan’s Thundershirt arrived, we haven’t had a single thunderstorm… until this afternoon. Mom heard it coming so quickly put the shirt on Dylan before it arrived. So does it work?
It seems to help. Dylan is definitely calmer. He paced a bit and looked worried after the first thunderclap, and ran to snuggle with his mom. But then so did Dee Dee. Only Dora ignored the storm – she’s the bit of black sleeping behind Dee Dee.
It’s a great improvement. The storm wasn’t as extreme as past ones. We’ll need one more test with a real doozy of a storm. Overall, his mom is pleased. If Dylan is happy, everyone is happy. Sweet boy.
Yesterday, the crew’s dad spent several hours under the engine room floorboards cleaning and pepping the bottom in preparation for painting. It’s dirty. It’s greasy. It’s hot. And it’s uncomfortable. Given all those things, Mom still ended up with the short straw. She bathed, cleaned ears, and trimmed nails on all three dogs. It was exhausting.
Dylan, Dee Dee, and Dora hate all three events, ears being the worst. It’s no spa treatment for them. Although they do get their favorite treat when it’s over. The only time Mom breaks out this prize.
But the results were, almost, worth it. For Dee Dee it’s hard to tell anything was done. She looks the same before and after. Pretty girl.
With Dylan there’s no doubt as his beautiful back curls come into all their glory. Handsome boy.
Dora is a bit more subtle. Her white fur brightens considerably.
For now the Red Head crew is clean and sweet smelling. Of course, that will probably change once they head out to the dog park. Sigh….
Dylan, Dee Dee, and Dora had a great run after leaving Key West. Eight days of great to practically perfect weather. Well, almost. Unfortunately, there were several brief but rambunctious thunderstorms in the evenings. Red Head and her crew were safe but poor Dylan was very unhappy.
Dylan appears to be following in the footsteps of his grandma Dyna. She went through a period of about a year where thunderstorms sent her into a panic. The time coincided with her hearing declining. We surmised that the sounds became strange to her. At any rate, she stopped when her hearing was pretty much gone.
We’ve noticed lately that Dylan seems to be having trouble hearing. Not really surprising, he’ll be 13 soon. Now he has also started to become distressed in a storm. When the thunder starts, he becomes inconsolable. He often “escapes” to the tub or shower, clawing at the tile. It’s heartbreaking to watch and frustrating as we are unable to settle him down.
We know several dog owners who swear by the Thundershirt, so we decided to get one for Dylan. It arrived today and we think old Dylan looks rather distinguished. We’ll give it a try the next time the thunder rolls in. Keeping fingers crossed.