Posing for a Picture

Last week, Honey went to the doggie spa for the full treatment: Bath, hair trim, nail clip, the works. When she got out, she looked different. All the excess hair was trimmed out, and now she looks pretty nice, but not the same.

Today, I took my digital camera, so I could get a picture of Honey to post here.

I forgot how hard it is to take the picture of a dog or cat, because they are always looking somewhere else when the camera clicks. I took about 20 pictures, and from all of them, I think the one posted here is the best. I won't say more. Just check the doggie with her summer 'do. I hope you like it.

Back to the Park

I took Honey back to the dog park after being absent for almost two weeks. When we pulled into the road that leads to the park, the little lady got all excited, barking happily, whinning excitedly, and running from one side of the car to the other. By the time I pulled into the parking lot, Honey was ready to jump out of the car and run to play with the other dogs.

She actually managed to walk by my side, without her leash, all the way to the transition area. By the time I opened the door into the dog park, her tail was wagging so hard that her butt was almost ready to lift off the ground. No longer was she shy or eager to stay by my side. In a show of pure doggie happiness, she took off and started exploring the entire park again. She played, ran, and explored the entire place all on her own.

After she tired of it, she spent a few minutes looking for me. Once she found me, she hovered around, but I was happy to see that whenever doggies ran by her, she went and followed them.

I'm very glad that her shyness about the dog park has finally disappeared.

To Shed or Not to Shed . . .

Honey sheds. She sheds when she shakes. She sheds when she walks. She sheds when she stands still. She sheds when she lays down. She sheds in her sleep. She sheds a lot.

On our last visit to the vet, I asked her if she had any advice on the shedding problem. She told me to get some fatty acid pills to give her on a regular basis. They would improve her coat, help keep her skin from drying, and curtail the shedding.

I went to the pet store and bought some fatty acid pills under the name "Shed B-Gone." It's been a week so far, and her coat is looking mighty nice. I have noticed that she's shedding a little less. According to the bottle, the shedding should be under control (as much as it can), within a month.

The best part about the pills? Honey thinks they're special treats, and she gobbles them up happily.

No Means No!

As part of our week-long crusade to get used to other dogs at the Denton dog park, Honey and I did our usual thing yesterday.

There was one dog there who was trying to show he was boss by mounting other dogs. Some dogs just laid down, some others tried to get away, and a few actually growled and tried to nip at the dog, to show him he was committing a major social faux pas.

He eventually got around to Honey. While a little worried about the big dog's intentions, I let Honey deal with it herself. The dog tried to mount her, and Honey immediately turned around, growled, barked, and even nipped at the big dog! She let him know in no uncertain terms that she (1) wasn't that kind of girl and (2) wasn't going to allow him to be so rude.

After the dog stepped away, she came to me, tail a-waggin', mouth a-grinnin'. She got a big hug and lots of "Good girl!" affirmations.

Who says Honey can't take care of herself?