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Now . . . the moment was upon us. The moment I'd been quite anxious - if not downright nervous - about for a while. She was going to meet her brother Rusty. I went inside to make sure the coast was clear first. Then, I let her loose in the large open area of the workshop where Rusty had been wandering about. They finally spied one another. Both of them froze for an instant. All ears were slicked back. Then there was sniffing. Then strutting. Actually, Rusty did the strutting . . . Peanut was just non-stop wiggle! Then came the runrunrunning. Okay, outside with you two. Craig grabbed Peanut's leash, clipped it on her (once he caught her) and they ran outside for a while. I walked along with Rusty and felt relieved that Peanut would burn off some of that energy before we all had to ride in the truck together for another couple of hours. When they came back, one of them looked tired. Hint: not Peanut!
Mom, do I really have to ride with HER?
Peanut: Oh, okay - I suppose I'll sit for treats.
I was curious how the two dogs would interact with each other while on their leashes. Seemed okay. They just wanted to run around & wrestle. I breathed a sigh of relief. They appeared to be getting along. We went back inside and fed them treats. The minute a treat came out, Peanut instantly sat on the ground. Huh. That's good. Both of them sitting, only a few feet from one another. And they're not snapping or growling! Yippee! Nor did we lose any fingers while feeding them like this. That's always a bonus.
Master Craig, taming the wild animals.
We finally made it home, long after dark. Too late for a run on the trails. So, the next best thing was a romp around the back yard for both of them - chasing their new glow-in-the-dark ball. It really did glow. We'd throw it into the dark, then we see it magically float up and get closer & closer, until finally, we'd see that it was attached to a dog! I think we were having more fun with it than they were. They both seemed to like it, and Peanut wasn't afraid to grab it out from under Rusty. He wasn't at all sure who this girl was. And why was she so darn grabby??
See, I can be cute
These two are quite the pair. Our boy Rusty - tall, long legs, big feet, and could stand to gain several pounds. Then there's Peanut. Many inches shorter, quite a few inches rounder, and covered with lonnnng fur. If I didn't know she was an Airedale, I would've thought we had a black & tan sheep! She's been groomed upside-down too. The hair is short on her chin & furnishings, where it's usually long. And long on her back & tail, where it's usually short. But don't let the fact that she's big-boned (as some might call it) fool you. She can run like the wind. All with a wiggle-ish dance thrown in for good measure. Quite a little ball of wild energy. She is so very funny too. She has a great sense of humor (true Airedale style). What a sweet, good-natured girl. I think she's just happy to be home.
Awwwww . . . and it took me weeks to achieve that smell! Now you've ruined everything
Her next stop before going inside the house, the bathtub. We thought for sure that she'd look a lot smaller when she was all dripping wet. Well, she didn't. Bless her little heart. Just that much more dog to love, right? She was a good girl in the bath too. She didn't mind it at all. Now for the real fun, we had to dry that mop. At first she wasn't too sure about the hair dryer, and even with all that hair, she dried much more quickly than anticipated. Once dried, she looked rather like one of those cartoons - you know, where the cat accidentally ends up in the dryer and comes out looking like a poofed-up marshmallow. It was BIG hair. Very '80's of her. She was big & fluffy & snuggly. She just stood there, looking back at us through all that hair. Our little dry roasted Peanut. We assured her we were laughing WITH her, not AT her, so as not to hurt her feelings. Although, she was much too cheerful of a girl to have hurt feelings.
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