Beautiful Weekend

The weekend was beautiful, sunny, warm, and by warm I mean I could go out in a t-shirt and be fine for once though I did need a sweater on Sunday, the wind was a little chilly. And as beautiful as it was guess who did nothing and stayed hidden away in her basement for most of it? I wasted the weather and today the day I jumped out of bed (partly because I smelled dog poop from Boone's crate and my mother calling me upstairs because Drifter did as well in his room) and was in the mood to take the boys out for a good walk and it was raining, grey, miserable. I may do it anyways; it doesn't seem to bother the dogs any and it means less people around the trails/parks.

So Saturday was beautiful, t-shirt weather and I took the dogs up to the baseball fields to run around. There were a few guys on one of the diamonds but I took Boone off his leash anyway, hoping he'd listen should he decide to run after them. He looked at them once and then all attention was placed on Drifter and assaulting him whenever he could by head butting his arse, biting his tail, jumping around his head, barking at him and running circles around him. Poor Drifter just kept giving me these "help me" looks before he would bark and chase after Boone for a minute which was all Boone really wanted him to do. Another couple were walking their dogs, again Boone remained near me and listened when I would call him back as he got too interested a few times. Drifter was his usual, faithful self and ignored all other living beings in the area except for me and at times Boone. While heading back to the car, there was a man walking his dog going up to the top of the park where we had just come from. I called Boone back as he had gone way ahead of me and Drifter. He started to come back and took notice of the other dog. Called him again, his attention turned back to me, started walking over to me then stopped and looked at the strange dog again. Once more I called him, more strictly this time, a no fooling around voice, I meant business. He trotted towards me and then turned and ran towards the other dog as I called him twice more. Thankfully the other dog didn't seem to upset about though Boone went from "friend!" to hackles up and shrinking down to the ground as the other dog took great interest in him and began to circle after him. I ran over, grabbed him by a back leg as he kept spinning so I couldn't grab his collar and swung him away. By this point Drifter had made it over and unlike Boone wasn't so friendly. There was some snarling behind me, I turned and yelled at Drifter to move along and he did. I didn't even say sorry to the guy, just wanted to get back to the car. Even though I should have had Boone on a leash and been more aware I do have to say the least that guy could have done was retract his leash so his dog was away from mine as I tried to avoid an incident. Oh well. Incident avoided and we got home safely.

Sunday was a little colder but still nice, let Boone out into the yard and the kid went crazy, chewed up quite a few things before my father noticed and sent him inside, I thought he was going to kill him. But he escaped death yet again. I went out shopping and bought him a rollover bone which worked very well. Kept him busy for the whole day trying to get that rollover dog food out from inside the bone. Been keeping him busy today as well though I suspect that is what caused him to go in his crate last night as he doesn’t usually go in his crate unless he’s had people food, so I guess this didn’t sit well with him either.

At the moment, Drifter is passed out on the living floor and Boone… Boone is sprawled out on the floor beside me, staring at the corner of the couch rather quizzically. Weird dog.

Well turns out Drifter has also vomitted. Nothing just a small amount of bile by the back door. Drifter never stands by the back door unless he's getting ready to vomit or REALLY needs to go outside. He ran out the door when I opened so I imgaine he had another yucky poop like what was in his room. Poor guy is really off today.