You Belong to Us Now, Gumbo
Gumbo has been going through some rites of passages these last two weeks. The first involved him wearing a dog collar and his license for the first time. He hated it and scratched and scratched trying to get it off of him. It is a special dog collar since it belonged to his older brother, Rascal, The Saint.
Rascal, The Saint
Poor Gumbo. We try not to say it, but there've been so many times we've said, "Rascal Never Did That!" We try to remember that Gumbo is his own "person". His latest antics involve jumping into the flower pots in our patio and pulling out the roots of the our favorite bird of paradises.
Caught in the Act!
Notice the ugly wire fencing around our lily pond. We worried that he might fall in the pond, so we added this protection. Turns out, it was the pond that needed protection from him. I caught him sticking his head through the wire and tugging on the lily pads. He especially likes to pick ones that had pretty lilies attached to them. This dog loves flowers. He bites the heads off of anything blooming in our garden. He especially likes roses. The thorns don't seem to bother him a bit. It's hard to believe that our backyard was part of a Home and Garden tour six months ago. If the folks could only see it now. All we need is an rusted abandoned car parked out in the backyard to really complete that "white trash look".
Don't get me wrong, we do love him and dote on him as if he were our own child. We were so proud of him last week when we took him for a walk and he lifted his leg to pee on a tree for the first time. "He's really growing up to be a big boy!" we told each other enthusiatically. How do dogs learn to do that without having a male dog around to show them? What will he do next? There's never a dull moment with a Jack Russell Terrier.