The Pack Walk

Perhaps I should have written yesterday's blog later.. on the other hand.. naaahh. But yesterday afternoon was beautiful, chilly but sunny and pretty. The boys obviously knew it too because they nagged and nagged to go to the dog park. Don't believe me? Then you don't have dogs that go to a dog park, Waya can actually say park, it comes out paarrrkkkk but we know what he means. Here is a photo of the tall dark handsome one posing with Waya on the left, Scout on the right and Kasey in front ready for Pack Walk. The dark one may appear strangely pregnant in this photo, but it is just gloves.



We have had Waya and Scout since they were puppies. Scout at 6 weeks old when he was brought into the office by a co-worker whose Rottweiler/Labrador dog had 12 surviving puppies. 3 of them were together that day, a black one, a beautiful red one and... Scout. Scout was a fur ball, he looked like a chow pup and I traded lunch hours and took him home to show prospective Daddy who had been saying he wanted a puppy for years and now we were moving into a house in 2 weeks, time to make dreams come true. At that time hubby was on shifts and he was asleep as I crept down the hallway and opened the bedroom door and woke him the way one should wake ex Marines.. from a distance.. kind of like lighting the blue touch paper yknow?

I will never forget the look on his face as he woke up and set eyes on that puppy, the hugest smile, arms outstretched as he sat up, 'Where did you get him?' And I passed the pup to him. I explained and hubby asked how much, I said he was free if we wanted him and I went off to get coffee. When I came back Dad and new pup were snoozing together, the pup flat out on his chest. 'You look like a Scout' he said and so he was. Now he is 4 years old and 99lbs. He is just one big goofy boy, always happy, just a normal well adjusted dog who loves his food and treats and chasing other dogs.

Waya is Scout's twin, which causes a few people to look twice and even confused our vet to begin with. On the day I picked up Scout at 8 weeks old my friend had one puppy left. Hubby and I had already discussed having two and so Waya came home too. Waya however is not a dog, he is not human either, we are not sure what he is. He talks for a start, he says Hot Dog, Park and Hellooooo every single morning when we get up. He is the Pack Dominant after hubby and the Dr. Phil of the dog park, any skirmish Waya is in there to sort em out. He will not eat burgers without cheese, mustard and tomato ketchup, no onion. And yes he will take them apart to remove foreign bodies or moan about the lack of. He won't eat nachos without cheese sauce as a lady at our local Dari Ripple discovered and much to everyone elses amusement. French fries or chicken nuggets need sauce or he won't eat them, he will simply take them gently in his mouth, softly spit them out and sit there looking at you like you owe him money. Where Scout is pure pretty and hubby swears he could make us a fortune, Waya is just darned handsome and knows it.

Kasey... ahhh.. she is another blog all to herself.

And there is of course something I need to say about Bengals too, it hit me this morning. Most of us think cats are curious and perhaps they are. Bengals are not curious, they are 'interested'. There is a difference. A cat will be curious about what is behind a closed door. A Bengal is interested in how you get the door open so that what is behind the closed door can be thoroughly examined while you are not around, think about that for a bit.


Today was great. Quiet. I slept in, I did housework, I read a great book. Tomorrow off to the Veteran's Hospital for more work on hubby's eyes, hopefully it will be a sunny and glorious fall drive.

The boys flying.