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Oh, That Blondie!

Cochise, Blondie
Cochise tells the tail

It rained this morning: hard. So, naturally everything got really wet. None of us wanted to go out until the rain stopped, and even then Blondie refused to go out in the grass and get her feet wet. Mostly that’s because when we get our feet wet HairyFace stops us on the way back in and wipes them off with a towel. Blondie hates getting her feet wiped. So do I, but … when you gotta go, you gotta GO. You know?

Blondie refused to go out in the yard, but she asked HairyFace to let her go out front. Out there it’s all porch, board-walk and gravel. She won’t get her feet wet, but because it’s not fenced she has to be on a tether. HairyFace said, “Okay” and hooked her up to the tether.

Rock Washer

Cochise
Cochise tells the tale

Cogdill has spent almost all day out in the big play yard playing with Buster-Bob. HairyFace and Blondie were out there too. This morning HairyFace was rearranging dirt, this afternoon he was — get this — WASHING ROCKS!

rock washerHairy has been doing a lot of work on the dog pens. Some of what he’s done I understand: like moving the doors, but some of it I just don’t get. Washing rocks?

Hairy scooped all this pea gravel out of the dog pens, then leveled out the floors and laid in something he calls “rock cloth”.  He says it will keep the pea gravel from being driven down into the mud again.  That will keep the pens cleaner.

Now he’s washing the mud out of the gravel and moving it back into the pens to spread on top of the cloth stuff.  Well, whatever makes him happy.

cogdillIt got pretty warm this afternoon, so by the time HairyFace was done doing silly stuff, put B-Bob up, and brought Cogdill inside, Lil C was pretty tuckered out. So tuckered, in fact, that he was too tired to chew a favorite toy.

When he came in he snagged the toy out of his crate, started to chew it, dropped it, and flopped on the floor. “I’m SO tired, but I had such a great time!”

He really does like being outside running around and playing in the big yard. Blondie does too: she’s STILL outside.


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Revolution In the Air of Camp Canine

Cochise OWNS the sunshine
Cochise tells the tale

NiceLady had to go to a meeting after work tonight. It is running long and she is very late. We are hungry.

HairyFace fed Buster-Bob on time because he’s not a house dog. House dogs have to wait until the Peoples eat … and we are hungry.

Blondie Bear
Who? Sweet lil me?

Blondie Bear and Cogdill have had their heads together conspiring to stage a coup: lock Hairy in a closet and storm the kibble room. Did I mention that we are very hungry?

I stayed out of that discussion. I won’t rat them out, but I won’t be in on it because I like my snuggle bed and don’t want to end up sleeping in the dog house — literally.

I don’t think Blondie would really go through with this, but if you don’t hear from HairyFace for a while, someone ought to come check the closets.


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Buster-Bob: Foster Dog

Buster-Bob is a sweet fellow, not the brightest bulb in the box, but a really sweet fellow who wanted to please.

The following is a list of articles that mention Buster Bob.  All other information was, unfortunately, lost in a shipping accident as we moved this web site.

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Piney Mountain Foster Care is a small, all volunteer, non-profit kennel facility located on 4 acres of mountainside property in Edwina Tennessee. We got our start in 2012 by caring for dogs going through heartworm treatment.  We still do this and other medical care.  We also work with dogs with behavioral issues.  But we are […]

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Allan Douglas Allan Douglas was the pen name used by Douglas Allan Bittinger as a freelance writer in writing newspaper & magazine articles and web content on a variety of subjects from woodworking, to computers, from parenting to robotics. There are few topics that he could not write about. He went on to write several […]

Shorty Wants Dibs

Normally in the mornings, Buster-Bob likes to go outside for a long sniff-n-pee session. Early mornings ARE especially pleasant because they are cool, and calm, and there are no bugs buzzing around. Most of us like going out in the early mornings. Blondie does not because the grass is wet. She’s fussy about her feet. […]

Rock Washer

Cogdill has spent almost all day out in the big play yard playing with Buster-Bob. HairyFace and Blondie were out there too. This morning HairyFace was rearranging dirt, this afternoon he was — get this — WASHING ROCKS! Hairy has been doing a lot of work on the dog pens. Some of what he’s done […]

Revolution In the Air of Camp Canine

NiceLady had to go to a meeting after work tonight. It is running long and she is very late. We are hungry. HairyFace fed Buster-Bob on time because he’s not a house dog. House dogs have to wait until the Peoples eat … and we are hungry. Blondie Bear and Cogdill have had their heads […]

Cogdill Steele: Foster Dog

Cogdill was a sweet Staffy.  A little mischievous, but overall a good boy. He completed our program and went off to be adopted.  All other details have been lost as we’ve shuffled this web site around over the years.  These articles mention Cogdill: Search Results for: Cogdil Oh, That Blondie! Posted on: May 21, 2015 […]

The Dune Decision: Crisis Point in Foster Care

Doug
Doug the Dog Boss

Our latest foster dog departure was Dune.

Most of the dogs we get are sick and in need of intensive care and recovery. Dune was quite healthy, but had serious behavioral problems. He was not mean, but he was so energetic and unruly that no one could work with him. Volunteers at the shelter tried – and ended up with shredded clothing. They sent him away to a rescue that had a “trainer” who worked with him: and sent him back as a hopeless case.

The shelter Rescue Coordinator knows that I have successfully calmed unruly dogs before (one went on to be a TV star) so she asked if I’d take on Dune. I was their last hope or they’d have to put him down because he was not adoptable as he was.