tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19216407663521161132024-03-12T21:51:10.632-04:00Days with DodgerTeaching a new family old tricks.radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-57272978233561774462008-01-06T22:55:00.001-04:002008-01-06T22:55:57.836-04:00shameless attempt to win a mixerA Cowboy’s Wife is having a contest on her food blog! You can win a Hamilton Beach® Stand Mixer and she’ll ship anywhere so everyone is eligible!radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-86072056819563579632007-05-06T15:23:00.000-04:002007-05-06T15:31:36.327-04:00Operation Dodger LockdownOperation began two Fridays ago when pretty much I dreaded happening during a Dodger Escape occurred. Dodger got out when I was preparing his leash for our daily jaunt to the kidlets' school. Right out the front door and off into the woods.If one flings oneself at a screen door often enough, it opens. *sigh*He was gone from 2:30 until 11:00 p.m. During that time, he was sighted by numerous radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-48638506215640472382007-04-19T08:51:00.000-04:002007-04-19T16:37:56.590-04:00Wednesdays are for WanderingOh Dodger. So good for a whole week. Sleepy from long walks, solid playing on rainy days and then a day of stressing out his humans. On Sunday, a two hour run off leash followed up with a good walk even seemed to tire him out.As for the escapes, tightening the screen door helped quite a bit and the gate does slow him down a tad. He can jump it, but we can hear him jump it. Plus, it is another radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-17095742835778569712007-04-12T16:32:00.000-04:002007-04-19T09:21:57.253-04:00This dog belongs on a farm.Dodger was not meant for town life. In a town, running away through other people's yards, streets, drives and parks ALL NIGHT is not considered acceptable behaviour. Well, some of the university students try, but they usually wear out by dawn.Dodge may have been worn out. We were still hearing him make the occasional pass around the house at midnight. At 7 a.m. the phone rang, announcing that Hisradmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-85097679570093306262007-03-22T21:26:00.000-04:002007-03-22T21:33:59.126-04:00success!He came back! Except for bothering some horses (trying to- they didn't care, thank goodness) and the fact that I was only able to catch him at the end of the walk because he was too tired to run anymore (and there was manure to sniff) it was grand. He even stayed much closer than has been the norm.Dodger waded into the canal more than once and forded the river twice. I guess he doesn't mind radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-75740762733012600792007-03-21T11:09:00.000-04:002007-03-21T11:11:44.217-04:00taking chancesDodger and I are going hiking with his doggy playmate. We may attempt some off leash time, but I am apprehensive. Will he be any better at sticking close by and/or coming when I call if he's with his obedient buddy?Given how excited he is by bird song on the radio, I doubt he'll be at all calm out in the late-winter woods where things are all a twitter.radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-91178453947716517932007-03-14T18:15:00.000-04:002007-03-15T15:11:00.132-04:00Tuesdays Are For TrespassingDodger and I have had a grand time over the past month with our wanderings. Tuesdays may be our best days for outings. Mondays are pretty much a write off for anything resembling productivity and every other day seems to fill up with busy. Most days involve only a circuit of the town trails and/or a jog around the block. On Tuesdays, we go further afield.As Dodger doesn't chat much on our radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921640766352116113.post-11557063204344716342007-02-28T18:59:00.000-04:002007-03-02T20:04:55.641-04:00Introducing DodgerWhen Dodger was just a wee orange and white pup, he left his birth mother and joined a human family. This is, I hear, quite common amongst his species.His human family had a busy mother, an IT geek father, cats, kidlets and a rabbit. Thus, there were walks to be had, things to chase, food dropped on the floor and a furry, if cantankerous, long eared companion in the back porch. Dodger was radmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17613368278040539200noreply@blogger.com3