Nana meets Risky the Wonder Dog

Nana met Risky the Wonder Dog a couple of days ago.  Now Risky is a 4 year old intact male Briard with a 300 word vocabulary.  He can accurately fetch a named toy or fetch it by color.  He is good at the old 'go fetch my slippers faithful dog'.   Nana on the other hand is good at the grab, go and rib to shred the slippers.  Though there is some improvement.

Risky is a very busy boy and does not tolerate a locked door, he wants to know where his people are and he wants to keep an eye on them.  Which is why he can open doors, unlock things and get you a beer or a bottle of water out of the fridge.  Joe claims Risky learns much of this on his own by observing, e.g. the newpaper retrieve.  Nana on the other hand does not open doors and is worse than a two year old when mommy is trying to use the bathroom with the door shut.  "What are you doing in there?!?!"  Open this door now!!!  Or I will huff and puff and claw it down.

The above picture of them walking together is a tribute to Risky's owner, Joe and Ceasar Milan.  Risky wasn't sure he wanted to meet Nana.  He is a bit of the "I'll sniff your butt, but your not sniffing mine" side of the street.  Now polite doggies know it is a mutual sniff routine.  However, Joe was able to get them walking together after a bit.  We're thinking sheep herding trials would be a cool thing to do.  I can see Risky herding up the sheep, sorting them by color,  grading their wool and making sure they are all in the proper pens with the gates shut and secure.  Nana on the other hand will be doing a play bow and wondering why the fuzzy white thing doesn't act more like a dog.

You can find Risky the Wonder Dog on YouTube  Risky the Wonder Dog


It was great to meet Risky and I have my friend Barbara Sue to thank for the introduction.  

Take That Anne Klein!

Nana is bored.  Nana is very bored and is looking for all the trouble she can find; my shoe collection will probably not be the same. She is also sneaky.  I once watched her very stealthily reach out and slide a rope toy out from under the nose of her good friend Patsy the Labrador when Patsy looked away for a moment.  Nana didn't want the toy she wanted Patsy to play with her.  When Patsy glanced back, toy was gone, but Nana was there with her best play face on in an effort to entice Patsy to a game of wrestling.

My closet has become the newest attraction with stealth missions being conducted daily for it's treasures.  There is the added attraction of a small, black, hissy toy that resides in there.  This animated toy can sometimes be spotted on the bed, but prefers the closet and refuses to play with Nana no matter how many play barks and bows Nana offers.  The hissy toy only has flattened ears and a yellow glare to offer in the play department unless Nana gets to close in which case the hissy toy has the fastest claw in the West. 

Now the shoe in the picture is one of a pair of Anne Klein loafers that I have had for years and are my "fall back" choice for pants.  I love the ballerina look and these were as close as I could get at the time; ballerina styles shoes being out of fashion at that moment.  This pair of shoes should have been thrown out a year ago, but I have a tendency to "keep" things in the closet of infinite holding far to long.  As much as I am not happy about her eating a pair of my shoes it does force me to pair down - not a bad thing.  Now if I can just bring myself to throw away the hiking boots whose soles are literally separating from the side of the shoe.  Maybe I should let Nana make the decision for me.