I haven’t seen Dodge for quite some time, so, to have a Doberman to stay, was a treat.
He has a propensity for running away, if given the opportunity, and does not have the manners to come when he is called. That is part of the game, wait until they think they have me, and then run again. This dog loves to run, and run, and run.
A social dog, so that proved to be helpful, as the Bassets were coming for Day Care.
Fortnum and Mason arrived, head collars firmly in place, tails wagging like flags, with Julie at the end of their leads. Mason’s ear was still not healing as well as it should, so there were meds in a bag as well.
When Julie had departed, we washed the ear with Vetadine. The boys using my house as an excuse to stop and sniff, while at the same time, my dogs knew they were inside, so pandemonium broke loose for a short period of time. Then on we went to the kennels.
I stayed with the three of them, Dodge, Fortnum and Mason, just to ensure there was no argey bargey on Dodges part.
He was enthralled, with these two big, little dogs, (compared to him), and finally gave them the play bow, and then they were away.
Round and round the compound, he ran, with the bassets on his tail. He was delighting in having company with his running game. The boys did their best to keep up, even skidding on the ground as they nearly collided.
When bassets run, I am sure there is not a piece of their anatomy that does not move. The large jowls wobble from side to side, the ears are flailing out beside them, and the skin on their bodies is moving in unsion, as they gallop along the path.
And so it was, Dodge and the Dodgettes……..
This continued for at least ten minutes, and then they all stopped, chests heaving and tongues hanging. Time for rest and relaxation now.
Mason was in for a shock, because at 11.45am, he had an appointment at the Dr’s.
