Even though we’ve been thinking about getting a boxer dog for over a year now, we’ve been seduced and thoroughly won over by continental bulldogs (aka contis). We discovered this Swiss breed at the Automnales dog show in Geneva, and it turns out that one of the boxer breeders I’d previously contacted – and who told me she was putting her boxer breeding on hold to focus on her other breed – is one of the very active members of the Swiss Conti Club, and she has two litters of puppies at the moment. We arranged a visit and, after a harrowing drive in the mountain goat passes, we ended up spending an hour and a half meeting the breeder, all her adult dogs and her puppies. The one that we had our eye on seems to have chosen us at the same time, because as soon as I sat down, it climbed into my lap and stayed there for the next half hour, fighting off any other puppy that was trying to get in on his turf. When he wasn’t on me, he was on Katy. It just seems that it’s happening very fast, but doesn’t feel forced, more so like the stars are aligned to make this work.
Tag: dog
Dogs and their toys
Katy sent me this by WhatsApp today. You can click here for the actual image she sent, which might be mildly NSFW.
Happy Easter
Lovely walk with a lovely dog on a lovely day. It’ll all go downhill from here…
Deep dog thoughts
Seeing in the new year with a big black dog
Generally, big black dog refers to depression, but this time it factually refers to a big black dog, who was super well-behaved while we saw the new year in with Colin, Karen and the kids. We had raclette, nitraty-pig (hmmmm nitrates) and played cat bingo, exploding kittens, ticket to ride and a really abbreviated round of cranium. Fun night. We needed something like that, even if the price is a slight hangover this morning.
Oscar
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Another week with Ericus
Pretty much same thing to report as from the last time we had Eric over. He’s a 40kg cat, a tongue connected to a stomach and a bladder, and Tolstoy is still an asshole.
Edit: I just realized that all the pictures of Eric are of him either sleeping or being bouncy, with the odd one of him looking longingly at food. Conclusion, he’s a lab.
When you’re a starving, starving dog
Juno
Today is the day this guy goes home. We had him for two weeks. Hard to imagine that for the first 3 days, he’d bark at me every time he saw me in the morning. Now he’s a giant cuddle bug. Besides from wanting to smell everything all the time and wanting to play with all the dogs, he’s actually a really good boy. He’s super improved on his leash-walking. Never underestimate the power of the treat bag. He still pulls, and if I’m not braced for it, he can drag me around, but the bungee-leash really helps for that.
Edit:
I never actually blogged about the fact that Juno accidentally broke Katy’s finger in a freak leash-pull accident, which subsequently required orthopedic surgery and months of physiotherapy afterwards.
A week with Ericus Ericus
We’ve been hosting Eric since last Tuesday. He’s a big bag of (not-too-smart) love. Like most labs, he’s 49% stomach, 49% bladder and 2% tongue. As usual when we have a dog around, Tolstoy turns into (more of) an asshole.