Maine Millers

Today, while Taz was at the groomers Scout was introduced to the vacuum. He was interested when it was just sitting on the floor and even came over to investigate the hose. Then I turned it on and he was a little nervous but still pretty curious.  He got about a foot from the hose that was laying on the floor and I think that the rush of air was spooking him some. The best part was that he didn’t bark at it at all. Taz will bark incessantly to the point of needing to put in another room, and Patch would bark and attack the head to the point of chipping and scratching the plastic. This was a pleasure in comparison, next we will see what will happen when Taz is home and barking, will Scout follow? Monkey see, monkey do? Stay tuned…

Couldn’t help taking this picture. It’s tough to sneak up on them sleeping together but I got one here that I like.

Someone has an official name tag, brass with a beautiful reflective tape dot on the back! Unfortunately someone also can reach his new shiny tag and chew on it, so the beautiful tape dot and the nice brass finish are pock marked with little teeth marks. Taz won’t let him get hers any more so this is his fix.

Tomorrow should be a good day for Scout, Taz gets to go to the groomers to get bathed and trimmed and Scout will have a half day to himself. What to do, what to do… I wish there were beaches or parks that I could take them to (after the rest of Scout’s shots of course). I think Taz would like to spend time walking on beach sand or grass instead of the street and sidewalk (and occasional flowerbed that I didn’t see quick enough in the dark).

Last evening Taz and Scout finally seemed to make friends with each other. Taz had been in her usually spot sleeping and Scout just came up between her and the couch, because he likes to lean on things remember, and snuggled in right behind her for a long nap. They slept this way until everyone got home from the store. The only time he perked up was when I was cooking up hamburg, I guess he thought it might be for him.

I guess Scout doesn't think the extra 1/4 cup at each feeding is enough for him. He just climbs into his bowl to lick the silver off the stainless steel. He just cannot help himself. About 10 minutes after feeding he just picked up the bowl and brought it over to me asking for more by dropping it with a clank at my feet. I put the bowl back and he did it again. Nothing like a metal dog bowl dropped on ceramic tile to really get you going in the morning. Fortunately everyone but Emma slept through the racket. Wish I had the camera handy as he was prancing around the kitchen with the bowl in his mouth. It reminds me of Snoopy, although I'm NOT Charlie Brown, I can fly a kite and kick a football 😉 .