Earlier this month we had five dogs.
We have two dogs of our own, then due to various circumstances we needed to hang on to the two dogs we borrowed for our hunting trip and when you factor in Digby’s daily visit that makes five.
Five is a lot of dogs when you are lack both a mudroom and an outdoor kennel.
Five seems closer to ten when you lack a mudroom and an outdoor kennel and it’s raining.
Fortunately they all got along just fine. The visiting dogs put up with Digby’s puppy shenanigans and the kids ministrations and so long as it wasn’t raining everyone was happy.
Digby, our daily visitor the four month old Saint Bernard/Great Dane/Doberman.
Trip, my Brittany Spaniel.
Buzz, my dad’s giant Brittany Spaniel.
Turkey, my brothers mostly perfect Brittany Spaniel.
and Storm, Johns furry Pudelpointer.
For those of you out of touch with your dog breeds a Pudelpointer is a hunting dog with a fair amount of energy that gets expressed with a stick obsession when she doesn’t get enough exercise. (Read Storm’s Sticks for more details.)
Brittany Spaniels are higher energy hunting dogs that expresses their lack of exercise by running into the next county when you turn your back on them – in 30 seconds or less.
The Saint Bernard/Great Dane/Doberman puppy meets neither the high energy or hunting classifications but he does have some puppy exuberance when he isn’t sleeping or growing.
This means that every morning when I did the chores all the dogs came with and we did laps around the property. Many laps.
I’d head out the back door and the previously relatively calm dogs would realize what was going to happen and get a bit excited. Storm would move sticks around. Digby would lick everything that stood still. Trip would fly in circles around the backyard. Buzz would bounce on his hind legs like a kangaroo and Turk would excitedly prance in the background -because he’s mostly perfect.
The frantic, barking circus of dogs would follow me over to the gate and then with the word “Whoa.” five dogs would stop…
Five dogs would quiver with excitement but they would wait as the gate opened…
Until I’d finally give them the magic word…
Through the open gate they’d fly and in .03 seconds every single high energy hunting dog would be off in the woods following their nose.