After what seems like AGES, in May, I finally learned what Lulu's breed is or should I say breeds are, as there are a lot.
Ms. Lulu is a Golden Retriever, Irish Water Spaniel, Boxer, Labrador Retriever, Scottish Terrier Mix. I am so glad they added "mix" on the end, so there is no mistaking that she is a MUTT! The cutest mutt in the world!
Now, I know I only have a MS in Engineering, so this is probably over my head, but how can they tell how much below a breed is under the Detection Threshold??? Oh well, I am going to pretend she is part Scottish Deerhound, because that way she is more Scottish and she would be awesome with a Scottish accent.
CAMPING
In June, I decided Ms. Lulu needed to go camping. Really, I just wanted to use my tent I bought years ago and I needed to get out of the heat.
We went to Bridger Lake on the north slope of the Uintas, on probably the coldest weekend of the summer. It was still beautiful. And I was so happy with our camping site. We had a perfect grove of trees to set the tent up in.
Her favorite thing to do is caught in this next series of photos.
Not only was it the coldest weekend (That is probably an exaggeration, probably.), it was the weekend of the "Super Moon". Technically, I took this photo the day before it was "Super", but it was an amazingly beautiful moon. I love camping with a full/near full moon.
And now CHICKENS....
My new-ish neighbor, who I hadn't met, has chickens. The chickens are all fancy (aka not white chickens) and wander freely on his property, which is fine, except they can be seen from the sidewalk AND his property is an apartment complex. Well, Ms. Lulu noticed them one day while we were walking, and the next day as I was taking out the trash, she slipped under my arm, as I was struggling with my broken gate, and ran down to greet them. By greet them, I mean chase. MAN, she had fun chasing those chickens. We are still in process of training, so she doesn't really come to her name, especially if she is having fun. The dog training instructor informed us we needed to call our dogs in happy voices, so they think they are coming to something fun. Well, as I am trying to "happily" call her and convince her that I am more exciting than chasing chickens (I'm not), the neighbor aka Chicken Man, came out and started screaming at me. It made it really hard for me to stay "happy". Now, I didn't want her chasing the chickens any more than he wanted her chasing the chickens, but I was doing all I could. When I finally managed to grab her, I ended up carrying her back to my house, after exchanging some lovely words, because there was no way I was going to get her home otherwise.
The next day, I emailed Animal Control to make sure he had a permit for his poultry. I got a reply that they couldn't find one in the computer, but they would send an officer out. Great. Well, when I went home for lunch, I had a nice little "Notice of Violation" of a "vicious or attack animal" on my door. SWEET! The officer had written on the bottom that the dude did indeed have a permit (that is not in the system???) and that next time Lulu was caught chasing chickens, I could be criminally charged. EXCELLENT!!
Fast forward to later that night, I am getting back from a movie, open my gate, Ms. Lulu takes off running. DAMN! CHICKENS! I sprint after her and made it in time to see that the chickens are actually in the coup for the night, so she can't see them. When she noticed her little friends were not there, she turned and ran back to me. But as luck would have it, Chicken Man heard me calling her and came out to greet me with some choice words. I just welcomed him to the neighborhood...okay, I didn't, but I amazingly enough did not swear at him...just yelled that she was a puppy in training.
Ms. Lulu is now always leashed when I leave the fence or house with her. She doesn't run off when my immediate neighbor takes her, as he does every day so she can play with his pup. So I guess it is a case of the "kid" only being naughty when the "parent" is around.
Stay tuned for a post about my gate.
