So two of our puppies have new names! Optimus Prime is now Tara's Little Rippa (actually, the term is "Ripper" but with the proper Aussie accent, that's how it sounds). It's an ockerism for "Good for you!" as in, "You little ripper!" And yes, Yishai does know they aren't actually Australian. Actually, this kind of thrills me. He sits there and says things to her like, "Are you going to end up in the Aussie Times with a WTCh?" and starts listing off titles. I'm proud of him. I think his puppy choice is excellent for him, and it's super cool to watch him become a "dog guy."
Our other puppy is formerly known as Tara Dactyl (Daca, Dax, Daquiri) will now become (I think) Spicy Red Curry of Tara, "Curry!"
This basically means we have two confirmed homes. I'm waiting on three more people to sort out if they want puppies or not before I'll know who is and is not available. I will be SO happy to have that over with. I did Aussie rescue for four years and I know matching personalities to homes is important. This is funny, coming from me, based on the fact that two of my dogs were chosen from photos and one was chosen as soon as he popped out. (Okay, maybe I chose Rippa when she popped out, too, but ultimately, Yishai chose her and she did develop quite nicely.)
So yesterday the puppies had their six-week photoshoot. Chris was going for noir head-shots, and we'll see how that goes.
Chris and Moto post-photoshoot.
After, I put on all six little collars I bought at the dollar store to start training them to handle that and walk on lead. A lot of itching and bucking ensued.
It was really cute teaching Yishai to leash break. He initially just wanted to "walk them." Last time we were at his best friend's house in LA, I was showing him how to leash break his dog so he'd quit pulling.
"You have to make it a party when the dog does what you want. Show him it's more fun to be with you than against you." So pretty soon, Darren (aforementioned Yishai best friend) was squealing with his dog in a high-pitched voice as he walked him, "It's a fuckin' party! Yeah, we're having a fuckin' party!" Which has now become an inside joke for us.
Eventually this devolved into puppies playing tug of war with the lead (poor puppy attached to the lead) so we quit. Baby steps.
The night ended with puppy partying, mostly consisting of finding small places to hide and molestation of Yishai. They do love your ears.
Oh, and PS, yes, I removed the collars. They wear them only when supervised.
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