Saturday, May 30, 2009


In this corner...

Weighing in at 7 or 8 pounds, most of it fluff, wearing the pink floral collar and bell,

Fiona "The Dog Catcher" Mishelle!


In this corner...

Weighing in at 39 pounds, most of it scar tissue, wearing the lupine collar and purple tag,

Liberty "No Really, She's Weird Looking" Karma!


With several left hooks from Fiona, Liberty tries to head butt -- but then the illegal move from Fiona, who Mike-Tyson's Liberty into submission!!! In a great comeback, Liberty recovers from that, and attempts her trademarked "Back Scratcher" move to shake Fiona from her perch. Failing in that, she is forced to resort to girl-fighting like an elementary school play ground and win the match!

Monday, May 25, 2009

Oscar and I took a walk today (as we often do) with my mother and her favorite daughter Jackie. This is a typical walk for us - we meet at a park about half-way between our homes, and walk about five miles or so:

and as we get to the end of the walk, Jackie stops anytime there is shade

but Oscar just wants to know where we're going next

Well, next we're going home, where Oscar got to go inside for some water, and I took Liberty outside for some school! This is her fourth training session, all of which have been about this long. I think she just might be brilliant!
(obviously sit, down and a little come)

Monday, May 18, 2009

Recalling Liberty

This is an awful lot of video of my grass growing, because I didn't get the camera angle quite right. But she walked all the way out on her own, since I discovered she'd go anywhere as long as Oscar went first. And she's improving every day.

Nevertheless, you see a glimmer of bunny dog in there, and sparks of what a happy girl she can potentially be.

Please forgive my high couture, I had just crawled out of bed. Likewise, the screeching voice is, I would like to believe, not the norm for me. It takes some effort still to get her ramped up.

And ramped up it did get her, because this is what she did for the rest of the day (turn up your speakers):

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Flirting with Oscar

Admit it. You would too. He's hawt.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

The Start of Liberty's Journey

This is what cowered in the backseat of my car for 40 minutes Friday evening.

She didn't move, but sat curled up in the tightest ball she could maneuver, just shaking for the entire time.

At my house, she has her own crate.

It looks like a mansion around her little body, but it's less than 36 inches in any direction.

I leave the door open when I'm in the house, so she can come and go as she pleases (since none of the other animals are pestering her, and she doesn't seem bothered by their occasional visits) and this is about as far away from the crate as she'll get on her own.

(you can't see the poop on the bottom right - she's so terrified of being outside, that even though I do believe she's housetrained, she got out of her crate, pooped, and covered it with a towel. Fiona actually found it for me.)

She has no problems with any of the other animals, but only one of them will sit where I want them to sit long enough for me to take a picture

Not a great angle for size comparison, and I'm not super crazy about the body language going on here, but that's as tense as the language got, and Oscar was excused immediately after I took the picture.

(I do NOT recommend inexperienced people try to throw two dogs together to take a cute picture. I know Oscar pretty well, and pay very, very, close attention to body language. And I realize that if I'd been wrong about what I was seeing, this could have been a photo of a dog fight that ended in death. Use extreme care and patience when introducing a new animal to resident animals, and always, always be willing to accept that they might never get along.)

Marriage is love.