Everything was calm an quiet, when I finished my last post.
I was, finally, "chilling out" and figuring out the newest sleeping arrangements, per the last post (re: crates).
Then, Gimli woke up, and agitated Echo.
Apparently, that wasn't all that agitated Echo.
First, I took her out and she peed.
She settled down for a bit.
Then, she was agitated, all over again.
And when I say "agitated", I don't mean "ready to play". She was not "right".
So, I took her out again.
And she pooped.
It appears that pooping at 4 in the morning is the equivalent of hitting a "reset" button.
She is "WIRED".
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Before all of this happened, I was watching an hour-long TV show, off of my DVR. Over the last 4 days, I have started, or watched parts of it, approximately, 5 times.
When all of this started, I had 18 minutes (with commercials) of the show left. (With DVR (the ability to fast forward through commercials), that means I have about 8-12 minutes of TV to watch, with the end credits. Less time, if I don't watch the credits.
The way things are going, I don't think I'm not finishing the show tonight. If I do, then that means both dogs kept me up long enough that I had no choice.
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Gimli has, just, brought the last piece left of the rawhide bones I bought last week within her sight.
He's chewing on the piece like it is his last supper.
Gimli would not, normally, do this, at this time. But, he knows she is watching.
He is playing it up.
Then, again, Echo is in my lap, while this goes on, and Gimli is in the floor.
Thankfully, she is exhausted, and falling asleep in my lap. Her ears are following every move of Gimli, but her eyes are staying closed.
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It's a good thing I love my dogs.
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Jean, I make no promises as to what shape I will be in when you get here this afternoon.
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To quote Amy: "It's ALL about the dogs."
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On the other hand, as the self-proclaimed "dachshund guy" (my first doxie was a birthday gift, in 1970, and, pretty much have had one (or more) ever since then), my best/favorite dachshund ever is about to get on my last nerve.
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On Echo, to me, that little cleft that all dogs have that runs from the nose leather, on the top of their snout, has grown longer. I can feel it, tracing it up, to about her ears. Last time I noticed, it ended right above her eyes.
Another thing, check her first picture on this blog, and the latest. The "dip" that most breeds have from the top of the skull to the bridge of the snout is getting more shallow.
Echo is beginning to look more and more like a "classic" collie!
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She, finally, crashed in the green crate, at my feet. Hopefully Gimli will do something similar soon.
He and I just had a "Come to Jesus" meeting. It was firm words, with lots of eye contact, and that was it. ... But, it appears to have been effective.
We will see.
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Welcome to a "long 'dog' night" in the Robertson household.
I wish I could have documented several of the earlier ones as well as this.
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