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Thibodeaux Into every life a little fur must fall
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 Quite a handsome boy. It is really hard to get a good photo of a black dog. |
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Awwwwwwwww! |
A friend works at the local animal
rescue shelter. We had told her we were looking for a puppy so she
called us the minute one came in.
It was love at first sight. We wanted a short-haired, watchdog to help protect the place from marauding coons and deer. This guy looked like he might fit the bill. Looks like there is some rottweiller in this little mixed breed puppy. |
 It's absolutely exhausting being a puppy! |
 Thibodeaux's all time favorite toy -- a wheelbarrow tire. |
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 Thibodeaux's education has begun. |
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 Thibodeaux having a slightly bad hair day! |
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T doing what he does best.
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Thibodeaux is full of surprises. |
 "Let's play!" |
 Throw it and he'll go get it. |
 He'll put up with anything as long as food is the reward. |
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 This is Jocko, Thibodeaux's absolutely all time best friend. |
Every now and then, Jocko and his person, Karleen, will come out for a play-date. The dogs run wild for long spells, then collapse, exhausted. |
 After racing and dashing around, trying to get Jocko to chase him, Thibodeaux takes a water break. He runs so much, his feet get hot! |
Mr. Knucklehead becomes Mr. Conehead |
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Saga of the Red Polyester Snowsuit |
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| Sometimes Thibodeaux
can be so annoying. Recently we were busy working on a burn pile.
Burns take lots of energy and are exhausting work. Only problem
is, Thibodeaux doesn't lift a finger, or toe as the case may be.
He just naps on and off all day as we drag logs and slash from the woods
to the fire. By evening the two of us are doing good to drag
ourselves around and the dog just wants to play. And of course,
play to him means work for us. "Throw my tire! Please, throw my tire. Throw it again. C'mon, throw it farther. Throw my tire!" He is relentless. So as a form of self defense, Dianne tried a new game on Thibodeaux. She showed him a treat. Let him smell it. Held up the tire and dropped the treat inside the tire, right in front of Thibodeaux's eyes. Then she tossed the thing. Gave it a mighty fling then collapsed into the lawn chair to watch what happened. It worked! We laughed and laughed. The dog tried every which way to get that out-of-reach treat. He tried and tried. It was a great plan, but after a few minutes, Dianne couldn't stand watching the boy's torment any more and went to his rescue. |
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