The Face of Evil

So one of our nicknames for Daca is "The Face of Evil." Yishai claims to have coined it, but it sounds more like something Laura would use (she calls Fury "Little Monster" and her own dog "Shit Head" as affectionate terms). This comes from the look she flashes Fury all the time, who pays it back to her in spades. It really doesn't seem to be anything, but they will sit there, staring at each other like that for minutes at a time until Daca backs off.

I give to you, the Face of Evil:

Redeye happens to really add to the effect, I think. I also like how (a) you can see how Fury's missing her top canine (thanks to an accident at the dog park and $600 later) and (b) Rippa is calmly watching this from behind. That tells you it really is no big thing. But it sure is funny to watch the spotty dogs sit there making evil faces.

Alternate view, to show you why:

"This, this is MY rawhide." "You can't snarl at me? I will snarl at you, dang it."

So, for Memorial Day, we had friends over for a BBQ and hooked up our "new to us" NES system to play some power pad track and Mario Brothers. I proudly whupped everyone at Tetris. The puppies were happy.

There's Daca lovin' on Eric as everyone waits for meat to be BBQ'd.

Close up:

Rippa will not be outdone by making out with Chris:

And then we wrassle:

And man, aren't the girls super pretty these days?

And then we moved in for some Nintendo, and Chris had to keep Daca from trying to play, too.

Y with Daca:

It was a good night. One of the best days I've had in a while, actually.

So remember the legit kennel? It turns out that Rippa's escape gene is VERY, VERY strong. As soon as I put her in it, she set to escaping:

She tried digging, but that didn't work. She tried chewing on the wire . . .

Wait, did I just hear something coming from Kristin's bedroom?

Can we come out? PLEEEEEEEEEZE?

And then shortly thereafter, Rippa finds out how to squeeze through the door opening, so I have to stuff it full of stuff until Yishai gets a chance to help me fix it:

And then I took this photo after we went on a big hike today - the puppies cannot be bothered to sit straight:

Daca's prospective owner came over to Y's last night to help stuff racebags for our triathlon this weekend and we had a meeting. I have to say, it was really cool to see him interact with her - "I think I like her. Do you want to be my dog?" He is very much "good with dogs" and Daca is starting to love him. We'll see. His wife wants to take her on a walk this week with the other dogs to see how that goes. I would be very happy to see her go to him - she may not end up the prime agility/stockdog puppy I'd have liked her to be, but she'll be well cared for, loved and exercised. And local, so I don't have to worry.

It was kind of cool, actually. People have been pushing Chris to keep her - she loves him, but he lives in a condo or he would consider it. At the meeting, Blake came in and Daca loved on him and he just started saying how he wishes he owned his house because he would snag her in a minute and he keeps telling his dad about her because he thinks she's awesome and needs to be a family member. This is the general consensus on her - everyone seems to want her but the situation isn't perfect. Heck, that's my problem, too. 

So today we have an appointment for a rabies vaccine. I guess I thought we did rabies at six months, but remember that I thought they were six months? So I decided to confirm that and found out that rabies is done as early as four months. Oops. And I would love to go to a clinic, but the only day they're doing that is during an adventure race so off to the vet we go. This annoys me because I would just as soon administer it myself, but no can do.