February 5, 2015 by Debra

The Vicktory Dogs

If you know me, you know that I’m ~~mildly obsessed~~ an avid follower of the Vicktory Dogs but truth be told, back in 2007 when the Michael Vick investigation took place, I really didn’t give much thought to “those dogs.” I’ve never been a fan of MV, but hey, whatevs. This whole dog fighting thing was foreign to me.

A common question at Best Friends is “how did you hear of us?” and the pat answer for me was through the Michael Vick thing, but really it was this article that set me on a path that has truly changed my life. That was when this gal happily plunged down the rabbit hole of Pit Bull ownership, rescue, volunteerism and became not only a fan of so many dog blogs, but of all of the Vicktory Dogs who have a public persona.

Part of my collection.

(Side note: technically “Vicktory Dogs” is the nickname for only the 22 dogs who went to Best Friends though the other roughly 28 dogs might be referred in a similar manner, I use this term both ways.)

So immersed am I in following the incredible journey of these dogs and their families that I often forget (or it never occurred to me) that some people go to Best Friends for reasons other than the Vicktory Dogs. Still countless others are completely unaware of their existence. That’s just crazy talk to me. Until I read that article about Mel, I really never saw these dogs as the victims, even though I was a dog lover. I just didn’t make the connection. That article was to change my life for the better and as a part of that, it was my hope to someday meet one of these small heroes who endured so much to come out better on the other side and who have directly effected a change in how dogs from fighting busts are handled.

I knew that there are six Vicktory dogs still at Best Friends as well as one that “works” there so it would be a pretty good bet (I hoped) that I would get to “meet” at least one of them but not in my wildest dreams did I expect what actually happened.

Ray the Vicktory Dog

Earlier this week I mentioned that we “encountered a special surprise” at Angel Village. Ray was once and always will be a Vicktory Dog, but he now enjoys not only a home of his own but he comes to work every day with his Mom who actually works at Best Friends. I knew from his Facebook page that he and his Mom walk to Angel Village every day so on Friday, our first day at the Sanctuary, after our tour ended we headed over to Angel Village waiting for lunch to begin. As we sat in the car, I saw from the mirror a familiar-looking woman walking an oh-so-familiar little dog. I may or may not have squealed at Kevin, “There’s RAY!” and then proceeded to freeze in my seat. As they completed their business inside Kevin said, “They’re leaving, you better say Hi,” and I quite literally spilled myself out of the car. I flung open the door, dropped my camera out of my lap and into the dusty dirt, spilled my purse and caused enough of a ruckus that Ray and his Mom stopped in their tracks, presumably assessing the crazy lady.

They approached and let us pet Ray who leaned against me (swoon) ~~as I gushed~~ we chatted a bit and then Ray’s mom said something magical and so generous to me. If we finished with lunch early enough, we could come take Ray for a car ride. He isn’t so keen on leash walking with strangers but he will ride in a car with anyone. Naturally we made sure we were done so that we could have the honor of driving Mr. Ray about the Sanctuary. He definitely loved his car ride and effectively ignored his chauffeurs!

Ray the Vicktory Dog

I’m sure you’re dying right now, right?

Meryl

Lucas and Meryl were court ordered to live out their lives at Best Friends. Lucas was the grand champion and deemed to be of great value “on the street” so lived out a good life at the Sanctuary.

From Best Friends website:
“Meryl has worked so hard at Best Friends to overcome her painful past as a fighting dog rescued from the property of Michael Vick. It took a lot of effort, time and patience, but Meryl can now meet new people (staff members only) very politely. She can also allow new people near her octagon without having a panic attack. That’s tremendous success for a dog who once equated people with terrible pain and suffering. And now the student has become the teacher! She’s been paying it forward here at Best Friends. Because she has such good leash manners around other dogs, she’s been used as a model for others without the same grace. Meryl’s calm, cool and collected nature puts the other dogs at ease, so they no longer feel compelled to react when passing another dog. Meryl was court-ordered to live at Best Friends for the rest of her life.”

I was fortunate to volunteer at Meryl’s octagon and snap a few pictures of her. I called her name and she faced me with her ears perked and a friendly countenance.

Meryl

She is beautiful, fit and seems like a very happy dog..

Mya and Curly

Meeting Ray and being allowed to take him for a car ride was more than I had ever hoped for. Seeing pictures hanging in tribute to Lucas in Dogtown’s headquarters was touching, spying Meryl through the fence of her run was very cool and all of those things combined could have been enough to send me home with an overabundance of the warm fuzzies. But then, there was that one last volunteer shift.

Mya and Curly live in Dogtown offices during the week to help them with their social skills but return to The Clubhouse on the weekends. The striking thing about all of the Vicktory Dogs was that they are all so tiny; none of them were taller than knee-height to me and I’m only 5’3″.

When I met the caregiver that Sunday morning and we talked about the agenda for the day and my ~~slight obsession~~ interest in the Vicktory dogs he said we would try to get me some time with them. Just that glimmer of a hope was pretty cool and seeing them in their run was enough to make me happy. Mya is short and stout with bowed legs and Curly is even smaller and more compact and together their presence could be mistaken for two little shy dogs of no notoriety at all. When it was time, the caregiver, T, brought them both out on leash. His plan was that we would walk side by side and if the dogs didn’t seem too freaked, I would take a leash. I waited outside with my back turned (non-threatening body language) and he stopped next to me. Both dogs effectively ignored me as much as I struggled to ignore them so he handed me Mya’s leash and off we went for a walk. The trail for The Clubhouse like all of the others I had seen have a short version and a longer one, so the caretaker decided we would let Curly and Mya decide which way to go and to my delight, they chose the long path.

I didn’t take any pictures of them. These two brave little souls are still struggling with strangers and this big world and it wasn’t in my nature to disrupt them at all. Throughout our walk, “T” and I chatted about all things V-dog while Curly cast backward glances at me as if to insure that I was keeping my distance while Mya stoutly refused to acknowledge that anyone was on the other end of her leash, so there was no need to look around. I, on the other hand was on cloud 9.

Oh, how do I end this post? How do I end this adventure? Eventually our walk came to and end and we returned Mya and Curly to their area where they skittled away quickly and after about a 10 second try to coax them back, we respected their wishes and moved on. I walked a few more dogs and too soon Kevin came back to collect me and though I shook hands with the caregiver and left politely, inside I was kicking and screaming and refusing to leave.

We were off to the next part of our adventure and with but a small exception were both wishing we were back in Angel Canyon.

In case you’re wondering, here is a list of V dogs Facebook or other sites to the best of my knowledge and in no particular order.

Ray the Vicktory Dog

Oscar

Cherry Garcia and Cherry Garcia

Hallie and Friends
If I’ve missed any, be sure to let me know!

February 4, 2015 by Debra

Sleepover Guests

As many readers here are already familiar with Best Friends, it won’t come as a surprise that while staying and volunteering we also brought home a sleepover guest each night. As you can probably imagine, this was yet another area that we planned for but also were not 100% sure how it worked, so let me share a bit about the experience.

Before we left, the hubby and I poured over pictures of the beautiful dogs that we might want to bring for a sleepover but without knowing which octagon they were at or how this all worked, we just tried to keep a mental list of those we may have wanted to “meet.” Basically, you do need to volunteer in your animal’s area, so if you are volunteering in dogs you can’t take a bunny home for a sleepover etc. Caregivers pretty much assume you’ll want to do a sleepover and are very excited to get their fur friends out of the kennels for a night. There’s usually a list in the octagon regarding who is eligible to go, who has recently gone, what activities are allowed, ect. For instance, we were considering taking Tig one night but although he can do sleepovers, he can’t stay in the cottages near the horses, so he was not an option. We later also discovered that Dogtown HQ has a list of which dogs really need to do an overnight for whatever reason. For instance, just as we were meeting Roxanne, ~~she was snatched right out from under us~~ we learned that she already had a sleepover date scheduled. Roxanne was at the “top of the list” to go so it was awesome that she not only got to do a sleepover, we found the the next day she got to go on an outing as well. Too cool.

So anyhow, the first sleepover guest was almost a no-brainer. Lester and Michael were top contenders but in actuality, the moment Kevin saw Magnolia, he said “my wife is gonna love her.”

Magnolia loves to walk

He was right. Sleepover dogs need to be “checked out” from the Dogtown HQ by 3:30 so don’t sweat that a volunteer shift lasts till 4:00. It’s part of the process. Once we decided on a dog, we went to HQ and received a sleepover bag of provisions and a questionnaire to fill out regarding how the sleepover went. The staff in the octagon also gave us an extra blanket, a coat and in Magnolia’s case, some meds she needed to take along with a can of moist food.

Magnolia

Magnolia is an old soul in a young body. She loves going for walks and never seems to tire of them but in the cottage she was all about deathing stuffies which I happily handed over and cleaned up one by one.

Being the pro that she is she also knew that the expectation is that all treats packed by the staff in the sleepover bag must be enjoyed and not returned, so again we were happy to oblige.

Although I invited her onto the bed a few times she quickly jumped back down and at bedtime settled on the sofa for the evening. Knowing the sleepover is all about the guest, we left her to her preferred sleeping arrangements and wished her a snug goodnight.

Dogs are returned between 8:00 and 8:15 in the morning so when we pulled up to Old Friends, Magnolia who had been eager to be in the car, seemed disinclined to depart, so we took a quick walk while Kevin waited for the caretakers to meet him and collect her.

A polite passenger

Sidney

Sleepover night two went very similarly to night one in that one of us fell in love with a dog right away. Surprisingly it was Kevin who fell and fell hard for Sidney (Side note: if you too fall in love with Sidney but don’t live near Utah, a generous sponsor has prepaid her airfare to get “home.”) but like a kid in a candy shop who knew that of the hundreds of candies on display, only one could be taken, I couldn’t make up my mind. In the end, it was the snuggle factor that won me over. Going for a week without a dog to snuggle at night was way to long and though I respected Magnolia’s need for space, I really needed to bring home a “proven snuggler.”

Sidney who rocked the agility equipment in Tara’s Run and seemed so happy to take long hikes and explore was just as happy to “turn it off” and snuggle in the calm of the cottage. The way both Sidney and Magnolia collapsed onto the sofa reminded me of something Corbin’s mama said about when their fosters really settle in for that deep, safe sleep. These dogs are sleepover pros and although their housing situation is pretty posh for a kennel, it is still a kennel and you can really tell that they know: when we go on a sleepover we can totally decompress and just relax.

Sidney and I slept cuddled together (the cottages boast two double beds!) all night and on the occasion that I woke momentarily, she was happy to accept a brief pat or an ear scritch. It was heavenly for both of us. We all woke early the next morning and Kevin and I suddenly just didn’t want to take her back. We just agonized over the inevitable and Sidney seemed to recognize our emotions and played to them.

We anthropomorphized all morning about how miserable she must be to go back but actually upon arriving back at her octagon, Sid jumped out of the car and into her waiting caretaker’s arms with an almost palpable air of “Oooh! Breakfast!” (Someone whose name rhymes with Shmevin may have gotten a bit emotional over the course of the morning while I remained a rock. Or maybe I didn’t.)

Recap

Overall, if you enjoy the companionship of a dog (or cat or bunny) I heartily recommend doing a sleepover when you visit Best Friends. It gives the animals a break from their routines, gives the caretakers a bit of insight on how the animals react to various situations and it gives you someone to love on while your own furbaby is at home. Win-win-win.

February 3, 2015 by Debra

Best Friends-Volunteering

At last! Time to volunteer. We signed up for three shifts, the afternoon of arrival and both shifts the following day and planned as well to do sleepovers both nights. As it turned out, knowing we wouldn’t be able to check into our hotel in Las Vegas for the final leg of the trip until late in the afternoon I was able to grab one last shift on Sunday morning, which became yet another highlight of the trip.

Friday

After lunch, we drove to Dogtown headquarters in time for our first volunteer shift.

Pictures of Lucas hang in the Dogtown lobby.

Since we were first time volunteers there, were offered three different “octagon” areas of Dogtown Heights; The Fairway, The Garden or Old Friends. Puppies? No thanks. Young adults? Eh, we’ll pass. Older but bolder? Yes! Old Friends was definitely an area we wanted to be in so we proceeded to the octagon buildings named Homer and Dolores after some very generous donors and after meeting the two dog caretakers there, set off walking some pooches and doing some general tasks in between.

There are set paths outside of Old Friends and the dogs definitely know their way around. There’s a junction and you can take the shortest, the longest or the one in between but all are pretty clearly marked and trod, so you won’t loose your way. When you return, you wait outside until the caretakers see you and they retrieve the dog from you and bring you another one. It’s pretty simple and relatively taken for granted that making sure each dog is walked is the first priority. All dogs in this area are “green collars” and for the most part really easy to walk.

Saturday Morning

Upon arrival at Dogtown Headquarters on Saturday morning, I requested Conrad and Leopold’s in Old Dogtown because I especially wanted to meet one of the dog caregivers in that area. Old Dogtown differs from Dogtown Heights in that it’s larger and also older. In Dogtown Heights there are actually 4 octagon areas consisting of two octagons each. The three listed previously house all “green collar” dogs-the dogs who can be handled by anyone. In Old Dogtown, there are purple collars which can be handled by anyone over 18 and red collars which are staff -only in addition to green collars. Conrad and Leopold’s was a total blast! Not only did we get to take dogs on regular trail walks but we got to take Sydney to Tara’s Run which you might recognize from the Dogtown Series as the training facility and we got to help with a training walk. This area was not only hands on but just more challenging in the best possible way. I loved it!

Sydney and Kevin

Saturday Afternoon

This was also spent in Old Dogtown in the octagons called “3 and 4” though they actually had real names as well. Hermosa’s Hideaway was one name but the other escapes me. For this shift, Kevin decided he would rather do an “outing” so he and Bolt went back to the Cottage to hang and chill. Bolt is a tripod and you almost want to say “thank goodness.” If Bolt had four legs there might not be a human who could keep up with him.

This area was similar in that the caregivers brought me a dog to walk on the trails with after giving me the run-down on any particulars or triggers. Upon completing the walk we would wait on a bench within view to have the dog retrieved. This area seemed pretty busy and I didn’t walk too many dogs, but I did get to see a “celebrity.”

Meryl

Meryl was one of the (only) two Vick dogs court ordered to live out their lives at Best Friends; Lucas was the other one. Today rather than be a victim of her past and circumstances, Meryl shares a run with another dog, Buddy Arnold. Meryl will remain at the Sanctuary not because she is dangerous, but for her own protection as her value as a “trophy” is still thought to be very high.

Sunday Morning

Scheduled to leave that morning, I convinced Kevin that I really needed to take one more shift and he agreed to finish the packing, loading and checking out while I worked. Boy was it worth it. I asked for and was assigned “The Clubhouse.” Although The Clubhouse is in Dogtown Heights, it is run and feels more like Old Dogtown in that there are red, purple and green collar dogs. I met the caregiver outside and we chatted about what the needs would be for the morning. Breakfast had been fed, so bowls needed to be washed, dogs needed to be walked and Sunday was deep clean day at Amra, one of the two octagons. I mentioned that I had requested The Clubhouse knowing that Mya and Curly were there and the caregiver worked an interaction into our schedule. That morning after washing breakfast dishes, I walked a few dogs and this time actually accompanied the caregiver into the runs to collect my walking buddy. Upon returning, it was again to a waiting bench, but this time waiting was minimal. We swept and mopped kennels and then finally I got my chance to see Mya and Curly up close and personal. Well, as up close and personal as was possible with them. I’ll tell you more about it later this week, so be sure to stop back.

Things I was pleased to have: comfy jeans and wellies! The terrain is very sandy and a bit hilly, so comfortable (close toe) footwear is a must. Since I knew the temps would vary from the 30’s to the 50’s I was happy to have my boots. Good traction and sand resistance was a must. Layering the tops with a lightweight jacket was a good idea as well. One of the things I forgot, much to my chagrin, is that I forgot to activate my Walk for a Dog app. I’m sure I racked up some serious mileage because I actually was able to pull a pair of jeans off without undoing them by the end of the week. WOOT!

February 2, 2015 by Debra

Best Friends-The Tour

Whenever I thought about this trip and to the (very few) people I discussed the plans with, I couldn’t help but get emotional. Volunteering is a huge part of who I am. It’s how I contribute and how I find peace, so whenever I thought about or talked about volunteering at Best Friends, I welled up. It was a dream come true to be able to go and to lend a bit of time and dare I say, talent to an organization and a cause that I hold dear. Many of you guessed it, and some of you knew it, but unless you go, it’s difficult to fully explain the experience. I won’t say it was amazing, because I certainly expected the experience to be just so. I will say that it was inspiring, energizing, uplifting and fulfilling. You could see the emotions on the faces of the volunteers and on the whole, everyone on site was so friendly.

Preparation

Being the ~~control freak~~ detail oriented person that I am, it was a bit of a challenge to me to wrap my head around the process. Luckily for me, I happened upon a comment on one of the Vicktory dog pages by a Facebook user who had volunteered and was gracious enough to answer questions, then I also beseiged our own Emily from Adventures of a Dog Mom, who had spent time there, with even more questions. Everything from what footwear to where to eat to what to see and how is it set up was asked and answered. I still had fears that I was missing something and that we would show up only to be told I had done everything incorrectly, however that didn’t happen.

You sign up to be a volunteer, complete a profile and sign up for volunteer shifts in your preferred area after first signing up for a check-in. Check-in for first thing in the morning is 8:00-8:15 and the first volunteer shift begins at 8:15 and goes till 11:30 so how could we get to Dogtown that quickly? We opted for the first check-in time but the afternoon volunteer shift which would be 1:15-4:00 and should allow us to get our bearings. For the time in the morning we joined the 2 hour Sanctuary tour.

The Sanctuary

If you’re ever in the area, even to just drive through, I highly recommend a tour. The tours range from Sanctuary wide (2 hours), to Dogtown only (2 hours), to mini tours of specific areas. Knowing we’d be working in Dogtown, we opted for the full Sanctuary tour.

Barn leftover from a movie.

We saw all manner of animals whether they were at the Sanctuary for permanent stays or being prepped for adoption an, of course, the awe inspiring landscape.

“Turtle Rock”

As well as places for silence and reflection.

Angels Rest

We saw kitties who had been the victims of unfortunate breeding but still getting around like champs in their posh digs.

Kitty with paw deformity

After the tour we set out for Angel Village for a hearty and inexpensive all you can eat vegetarian lunch buffet where we encountered a special surprise.

The view at lunch.

Stay tuned all week as we recap more of our visit to Best Friends Animal Sanctuary.

January 30, 2015 by Debra

The Big Trip-Anticipation

It was a “bucket list” item that I thought I’d never get to experience. Actually, in the back of my mind, I thought there was a better chance that most of my list would go un-accomplished. I’m like that. Plus, in the nearly 15 years that the hubby and I have been married, we haven’t traveled together to another state unless it bordered our home state. We’re homebodies, so when I began broaching the subject that I really, really wanted to do this and that I was going to do it regardless, I think we were both surprised when he agreed to accompany me.

Image via

I began planning for real in October. I began making plans, scouring sites for hotel and airfare rates and making lists. And keeping secrets. Deep in my heart I believed that this trip would be derailed in an epic manner. Our prepaid flight would be cancelled because of a snowstorm the likes of which no one had ever seen before. Our volunteer slots would be filled and we wouldn’t be able to visit. Something would happen here at home to prevent us from leaving. You name the scary scenario and I lived it in the depths of my psyche. I loaded the weather for every city we’d be visiting and checked the forecast every day. Surprisingly, the night before our flight I slept like a rock. No bad dreams chased me and I calmly boarded a plane that I knew wouldn’t fly. Not until we landed did I begin to think this trip, #TheBigTrip, would happen. The nerves really and truly didn’t dissipate until we arrived on morning two of the trip at my ultimate happy place destination. The night before that was riddled with nightmares of too many adoptable animals and missing shifts, but the morning dawned bright with all the promise of the fulfillment of so many of my dreams and the chance to make an impact and to give back.

This trip was so packed with bucket list items, that the recap will take several days and I’ve decided to break it down into digestible chunks, so I hope you’ll check back for all of the adventures.

January 20, 2015 by Debra

Gotcha!

I see from my TimeHop that today is Ray’s Gotcha Day and truth be told, I knew it was around now but I’ve let the exact date escape my consciousness. You see, because I was there to witness his birth I would have always considered him “mine” in some way. Connected.
I don’t feel the need to celebrate the day he came to live in my house as much as I celebrate and cherish the day he came into my world and into my heart.

So while I might not be able to cradle him in exactly the same way, you can be sure that if we are in the house together, chances are we’re near each other.

I know that my life course has dramatically altered since my little piggy came into my life. There are things I do and think and want and feel just because of him so with that inspiration, after just one more sleep, I’ll be leaving my Gotcha boy in the very capable hands of his human sister while the hubby accompanies me on the fulfillment of a dream.

January 16, 2015 by Debra

Dogs as Art

While I do have some dog-centric art in our home, I don’t feel like there’s too much or even enough yet. (The hubby might disagree). The thing is, until recently I had lots of photos of other dogs in our home.

Recognize any of them? This is a portion of a collection I’ve gathered from participating in fundraisers, whether it’s been for Handsome Dan or Strut Your Mutt or even smaller fund raisers for blog dogs.

Well, I finally found some frames I like and made some prints of the Peaceabull boys to adorn my shelves and will be planning to commission some more art this year.

Hmmm…is this post s hint of some sort?

January 15, 2015 by Debra

Sleep Away

I love, love, love watching Julius “nest.” He curls his lanky body into a tight little ball and snuggles deep into the pillows. He has learned to burrow his snout into the warmth of blankets and he loves to have his his nose or sometimes the top of his head pressed against his humans.

I like to imagine that being that close and breathing in our scent makes him feel secure. My little man, who lived outside and was running the streets now luxuriates in creature comforts and is not above stealing a pillow out from beneath a resting head.

Julius actually has his own full sized pillows -(two of them!) that he sleeps with and these accompany him to whichever bed he happens to be sleeping in, usually. It gives me such a huge feeling of satisfaction when I see him enjoying these small comforts. I know that he knows how much he is loved.

Within the next week, I’m going to need to remind myself just this exact feeling. The hubby and I will be embarking on a huge adventure that just the anticipation of makes me emotional. I’ll believe it when I live it but in the meantime, Ray will help the girls hold down the Fort and Julius will pack his pillows, bed, blanket, bowls and toys for a week at “sleep-away camp” aka his happy place, Paw’s-n-Claw’s Pet Care Palace.

Wish us all luck!

January 9, 2015 by Debra

The Difference in Inches

Here is where I might cop to doing a bit of online shopping occasionally from ~~work~~ various devices and I often find it both annoying and challenging to get something ordered for the dogs if I don’t have them nearby. I might be perusing a site or reading a blog recommendation and decide that the boys absolutely can’t live without whatever the item du jour is but be foiled by a lack of handy measurements. Then like a lightbulb or a flash I read about one of my blog buddies making up a spread sheet of her dogs’ measurements to always have handy. (I could swear it was Hannah, but I can’t find the specific post.)

Well, I immediately ~~stole her idea~~ copied her sheet and made a few modifications then when I got home I set out to measure my beasts. Only I struggle with it. I usually buy them martingale collars, so if the measurements are a bit off, it’s ok but ordering buckle collars has become a bit of a huge fail. I can measure those boys over and over and still come up with different measurements. And how can Ray be 2-3 inches longer than Julius? Why are their necks an inch or two different when they can wear the same collar? And if they are standing or looking ahead or down that seems to affect the neck measurement by several inches. If I measure wrong will their collars strangle them? Ugh! What am I missing?

Via

So after a bit of searching, I found this nice handy visual to use for when I remeasure for the next round of purchases. (Honey, avert your eyes.) So now all I need to do is remember to load the measurements in all of my devices or at least my dropbox.

Do you ever have issues with inconsistent sizing?

December 29, 2014 by Debra

Doggy Date

For those of you still here, thanks for sticking through the laziness and lack of posts. We’ve not had a lot of time for the blog lately with the holidays and a wedding here at the Peaceabull Assembly but hope to get back on track in the New Year. Sometimes our boring lives just don’t create opportunities to blog but we have some things coming up that might be fun to talk about so stay tuned.

While I’ve been working on ~~shoving lots of Christmas cookies in my pie hole~~ eating healthier in December, I haven’t been very good with an exercise routine which means that by association the dogs suffer as well so I wanted to make sure Julius got to have a super fun play date with his buddy Clyde. They are Pack Walking buddies and have gone on a couple of non pack walks together so Clyde’s mom and I thought we’d give them an opportunity to have some off leash fun to see how their friendship develops.

Getting to know you…

We decided to meet at a park and went on a nice ~~squirrel hunt~~ two mile walk to get the boys a bit more tired out and give them a little time to reacquaint before heading over here to let them play in the yard. For a first time playing together, I couldn’t be more pleased. They spent sufficient stretches of time absolutely ignoring each other, balanced by doggie racing and competitive peeing. Having a friend like Lisa helps in that neither of us “lets them work things out” too a large degree so all play remained pretty low-key for the most part. At least as low key as you can get with two adolescent boys.

Clyde and Julius really had a nice time together and I love the “air” that Clyde can obtain!

Air Clyde

If you’d like to see more pics of this fun day or just to get an eyeful of more handsomeness in general, check out our Facebook page or that of The Amazing Adventures of Clyde. Peace out!

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