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a-okMy Memphis buddy, Joanne Gaines, was visiting today and she took these two photos of Guy out in the front yard. Looking pretty good for 7 months old.
Posted by kalaharirr
at 6:48 PM CDT
a-okMy Memphis buddy, Joanne Gaines, was visiting today and she took these two photos of Guy out in the front yard. Looking pretty good for 7 months old.
I never decide a dog's name in advance of meeting and getting to know them. Just as none of us would decide to call another person by some name we like... We wait for them to tell us what their name is.
Take Diva, for example. I tried several names for her until finally one day, it just popped into my head. Boy, talk about a dog aptly named! Same thing with Sizzle. She went through several names before she liked one.... and she grew up to fit that name, too. Sometimes it's by their actions and sometimes it just pops into my head and when I say it, the dog reacts as if they are thrilled I finally figured it out.
We had a litter of pups, one female in the bunch of boys. They were a rowdy bunch and soon gained the name of "the little rascals". The little dark haired girl of the bunch became "Darla". She was a cutie and ruled the roost.
Then she went to her new home and the people named her Karma. For several reasons, she came back here at around a year of age. I didn't care for the name Karma, it didn't fit her,but she was used to it, so it stayed. But Karma was never a happy acting dog.... oh, she had spurts of acting happy, but she never seemed happy all the time and would stand around with a hang dog look on her face and in her body language.
Finally, this week, in a dream, she said she wanted her orginal name back. So, when I woke up, I started using that name - Darla. What a difference! She comes faster, she cuddles more and more, she's more playful than ever..... She's happy that people finally woke up and used her soul name again and she can be her true self.
I REALLY believe that dogs know their true names and will grow up to fit those names if we can just pay attention to what they are trying to tell us. I also think that if they don't like their names, they will be rather unhappy in life. I think if someone changes their true name to something they don't like it is bad karma.
mischieviousTerry sent these cute photos... she was letting Scout wear a lead around her neck and practicing "comes" in the house. What she didn't count on was the "kitty hazard".
celebratory
This past weekend, I took Guy to a UKC show over in MS. Having never been to one of their shows, I wasn't up on what to expect, but it turned out to be a positive experience for Guy. He had a blast, was a happy puppy, squirmed all over when the judge came up to him..... "Let me lick'um and get petted all over!" So excited that someone wanted to touch him.
Anyway, we got lots of ring time as there were two shows a day. By Sunday, Guy had going around the ring down pat... standing on his own - okay, but still being a squirmy, happy puppy on the judge's examination.
Got a boat load of rosettes though! Turns out that you need 100 points to be a UKC Champion, 3 of those wins must be with competition. Surprise! Guy got 100 points and 2 competition wins by virtue of beating the Afghan in the Sighthound Group. So, we only need one more competition win to compete the requirements. 
happy
Last night. The boys were playing with her outside, and we were sitting on the back porch and my littlest, Jackson, and Lulu apparently got a little tired, so they both came and laid on the floor of the back porch together. I of course ran for my camera because it was so cute with my 2 babies all snuggled up on the concrete floor, but they were up and going again before I got back. 
happyAh, to be a Ridgeback with owners who love to have fun with them! I just got these photos from Liz Druitt and the recent adventure of her two RRs - Henna Moon and Jad and Terry Matthews and her two - Major and Scout at the beach in Galveston, TX.
Scout and Major having a splashing good time.
Having a blast at the beach. Bet those pelicans crusing behind the dogs were entertained.
Major taking a break from all the fun.
Scout working off some of that endless puppy energy.
Jade finds a treasure under the water. Scout's paying close attention (or is wondering what the heck Jade is doing with her nose underwater!)
Off for another thundering run!
A group pose at the walkway - almost a perfect pose... of course, puppy looks like she couldn't resist a "chat". Can't you just imagine her saying "We had a great fun, didn't we?"
happyI have a persimmon tree that has a type of fruit that isn't sour when it's green. In fact, it tastes kinda like a apple. Savannah loves them, but she's 10 now and not as agile as she once was, but now she has a helper - Guy.
He watched her jump up and try to get a persimmon, so he did it, too. He likes pears, but doen't like the persimmons.... still likes to jump up and grab one though. Now, when Savannah wants one, she trots over to the tree, looks up, looks around and somehow summons Guy over there. He jumps up, nabs one, drops it and she gets it.
Guy jumping to get a persimmon.
Now Savannah gets to enjoy eating it.
Diva says, no thanks, I'll get my own!
mischievious
Guy, the new pup, loves to carry things around in his mouth. As soon as I come back from running errands, he has to grab up a toy/bone/something to bring it to me.... sorta like a welcome home gift.
Lately, this gift giving has extended to night time, too. Whenever another dog goes out during the night, Guy goes with them. When they come back in, he has to grab something and "present" it to me... never mind that I'm asleep!
I often wake up to find several toys and bones in the bed that he has brought during the night. Occasionally, there's something icky, too - like last night when I touched something wet and sticky right next to my face. Eeuwww! It was a green persimmon. Could'da been worst, I guess.
quizzicalI was going to wash a couple of loads of clothes today... I tried to get all the colored pants and shirts in one load, but it was just too many, so I dropped some out on the utility room floor to wait their turn.
Finally, I hear the machine stop and went and put those into the dryer. Then I started adding the clothes on the floor to the washer. Hmmmm, why did I leave out only 3 items? I could have sworn there was enough out for a full load.
Guy! Went and looked out the back door and there was the missing shirts and pants dotting the backyard, so out I went to collect them.
Seems like Guy ( the 6 month old pup) loves to carry things around in his mouth.... mostly his soft toys, but he also has an affinity for my clothes. Why he feels the need to take them outside through the dog door, I'll never know.
I have a vision of him taking a pair of pants into the yard, dropping them and saying "Be free, be free!".
