Time to Meet “The Boys”

Published March 5, 2015 by lynn k scott

That’s right folks, it’s time you met the reasons I dye my hair more often, that I swear a bit too much, that I don’t sleep and the why I can say all that in the spirit of love.

Meet my boys:  Reeses and Smokey.  I’m sure I don’t have to tell you who is who as the names should give it away.  So I’ll let you guess, if you really don’t know.

Reeses was a shelter dog I had rescued about 2.5 years ago from a high-kill shelter.  My husband never grew up having any pets and I had the gambit of strays, rescues and unplanned litters from the neighbors’ dogs.  My mom was an animal lover and I followed suit.

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So, since my husband and I couldn’t agree on to get or not to get a dog, I resorted to dirty pool.  I took our, then six year old daughter, to the pound and told her to pick out a dog.  Then I took her home to tell her dad, knowing he wouldn’t tell her no. I admit, it was under-handed.  I also know she’s got daddy wrapped around her little finger and I wanted a dog.

Reeses did really well.  He was 4.5 years old, underweight, but a good boy.  He is half German Shepherd and half Golden Retriever.  He’s very K-9 protective, but enjoys meeting new people and getting lots of attention.  He’s such an attention hound.

Then about a year after I rescued Reeses, a friend called.  I had once stated I wanted a grey, female, pit bull puppy for my birthday.  That same year, is when my friend called.  Her daughter’s boyfriend, couldn’t keep his pup.  He needed a new home quick or he might end up in a not-so-nice place.  She called also because she knew I had done pittie rescue work and had done foster care for pit pups.  My last foster had left, so I only had Reeses at home.

I convinced the hubby we had to take him in.  I could foster him and rehome him if need be.  He just needed to be safe. Secretly I my inner child was jumping up and down screaming “It’s a puppy!  I NEED a puppy!”

Enter Smokey (aka Chaos and other words I can’t say here).  smokey pup  Little did I know how challenging this one would be!  Smokey had never seen another dog, since he left his litter mates.  He was about 5 months old when I agreed to take him.  That sweet, innocent face made me just sigh with his antics.  While he mostly resembles an American Staffordshire Pit Bull (ASPB), he is actually only half ASPB.  He is mixed with a bull dog and is really only half the size of his new brother.

Paper, in all forms, was meant to be destroyed.  Just ask Smokey, he knew this.  Nothing like going to the bathroom to find half the roll eaten.  He joined us right before Christmas.  Try housebreaking a puppy when you bring a live tree in the house and stick it in the corner.  Smokey had a slight identity crisis.  He thought he was part cat because he used the Christmas tree like a cat would use a litter box. Oy!

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Time went one.  Smokey was definitely an Alpha pup while Reeses was very laid back.  Smokey and I clashed here and there.  There’s only one Alpha (leader) in the “pack” and it wasn’t this small ball of fur.  Sunbathing is something both dogs enjoy.  Smokey will actually fall down from a standing position, as if he were petrified.  It’s the funniest thing to watch.

Reeses is my dog.  As in he watches out the window for me, is my shadow when I am at home and responds primarily to me.  Smokey on the other hand, has to listen to me but is creating a bond with my daughter.  He believes if there is a free lap, he should be in it.  He wants morning cuddle time, on a lap,  Using a laptop on the couch, fagheddaboudit (forget about it for those that don’t speak “NY”).  Again, there’s those cat-like tendencies showing through.  Smokey will try to walk on the laptop, literally.

Smokey sleeps under the covers, next to me.  Reeses will sleep on the floor or at the foot of the bed.  Now, I have a Cal-King bed (extra wide) and I get 1/8 of the bed to sleep on.  Smokey may be small, but he is a solid mass.  Try pushing 50+ pounds of muscled dog over; not easy.

Reeses has learned if he wakes up Smokey and can get Smokey to jump off the bed, I will have to get up.  This is usually where the swearing comes in.  I really dislike when Reeses wakes the Smokey.  Just like with a baby, you don’t wake the puppy!

So, there’s a brief glimpse into my life with “the boys”.  They make my hair grey quickly (bottom picture of Reeses playing in my garden), they drive me to distraction at times, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.  After all, rescued is my favorite breed!

Reeses stealing my spot

Rough Life    774718_390625587698231_1031183027_o  sleepy smokey

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