This is not one of the dogs I walked. This was, however, the dog named Bear that was so excited and so horny that he kept jumping onto the back of the other dog in his kennel to try to hump it. The other dog did not appreciate this, and kept running around all over the kennel in an attempt to avoid Bear. The attempt was unsuccessful, as Bear would jump onto the other dog and hump while clinging onto it, creating a double decker dog combo zooming all over the cage.Did I mention the other dog was also a male? This is what happens when you don't spay or neuter your dog! Izzy, the dog I coveted last week, came down with a cold, so he was put in Isolation so the other dogs couldn't get infected. I wanted to visit him, but couldn't. Boo! There's also a pending application on him, so I probably won't be able to see him again. (Big unsmiley face here!)
This is Hana, the dog I did walk. Isn't she pretty? She's probably the closest thing to a puppy I've gotten to walk, and was very well-behaved on her leash. She's still afraid of a lot of things, so when something started to scare her, she would start to whine. She had the softest fur, though, and she was the most popular dog there, as all the other dogs wanted to play with her. One dog even snuck in a kiss while they were nuzzling their noses together. So cute!!
The other dog was named Bruno. He was a Rottweiler/German Shepherd mix, and the biggest, widest dog I've ever seen. I'm not even exagerating here, he was as wide as my coffee table; literally like a big cardboard box with four legs and a head and a tail attached to it.Naturally, I was slightly wary of taking such a big dog out, but it turned out my fears were unfounded. He was such a big cuddly teddy bear, he would have his tail wagging the whole time if you lavished all the attention and pets in the world on him. He also knew exactly what to do to get a treat...I probably fed him about 6 treats before I realized there were special "diet" treats to give out. I fed him one, which he ate, but the next one I gave him he spat right out onto the ground and didn't touch it. Whoops, I've tainted him now!
Neither of the dogs I walked wanted to play fetch. Is that something they learn? Some of it might depend on the breed I suppose (Retrievers retrieve, shepherds...herd?). I tried try to pique both Hanna's and Bruno's curiosity by waving the ball in front of them, and then giddily throwing it while shouting, "Fetch!" No reaction. They just continued prancing around the pen as if I had just stood there and done nothing.
Until next week!
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