Just a few words about our children, Haley & Harley finally have us trained, when they ring the jingle bells on the door handle, we open the door to let them out to visit their outhouse, they make their noises to let us know when they want something, which I'll explain a little later and they lets us know when they want to go to bed, not necessarily to sleep but to go to bed.
We will start with our little bit, as I affectionately call Haley for she is daddy's little girl. There is a bond between that little dog and I and with just one little look from those beautiful brown eyes he can get anything she wants, just like the bond between daughter and farther. I never thought I would get this close to a dog again but Haley has my heart and for example, I will explain what she is doing in the two photos that I have attached of her. When she wakes from a nap and if dad is around or in ear distance from her, she will lie on her back and make these little grunting sounds and in doing
so she will wriggle her front paws in the air as though riding an invisible bicycle. She continues this routine until I come to her (yep, I'm trained), come to her and rub her little tummy and she will let me
know when I am finished. HA If I stop and if she is not quite satisfied with the reflexology she will do the little grunting and bicycling action again until I respond and continue with the massage. No if I'm really patient with her and real gentle with my affection, she will go to sleep and nap for another half hour or so. I have located the video camera near me in hopes to capture the belly
rubbing ritual but I seem to keep missing the episode. If I ever video her tummy rubbing paging I will U-tube it and then notify you.
Harley is the king and the squirrel alarm. We have frequent visitations from a squirrel that lives in the wet lands behind us, which has claimed the front yard as his nut gathering field. About every morning around 10:30 he visits our Bradford Pear trees that are located in the front of the house. Harley lies in the bay window and watches the neighborhood, guarding our house from all
kinds of things, especially the invading squirrel. The squirrel is no dummy. He approaches his harvesting area from different directions. On one occasion, I witnessed his approached from the
neighborâ€™s roof top to the neighbor's tree to the ground. On another occasion the squirrel scampered across the top of our fence, that, starts at the beginning of the wetlands to a tree limb, that, touches the last post of the fence, climbs into the tree, goes around the truck of the tree, races to the lowest
branch of the tree and jumps to the ground in graceful fluid motion. So, no matter which route the squirrel takes to get to his quarry, he still has to expose himself to the Harley, the barking get out of
my yard squirrel alarm. Harley has influence on Haley for when she hears him barking and if she is napping, off she tears for the bay window and in harmony they bark then get out of my yard's bark.
Now if we allow them to continue, they will proceed with the loud fierce barking until the squirrel leaves, which I shall say a little, the high, shrieking, fierce barking goes a long way. So, we do one of two things, open the front door and scare off the squirrel or remove them from the front room and
close the door so they can't have access to the room. We choose the latter most of the time, but here is the kicker, Harley will lie next to the front room door and around five minutes or so will start to whimper, he wants to return to the scene of the barking event and see if the squirrel has left, if he is
convinced there is no squirrel invading his turf, then all will be calm in the smith house. HA The pictures I have attached of Harley shows the aftermath of rubber bone attacking. I toss the rubber bone on the floor, he chases it down, fetches it, returns to the couch and then the fun begins. I am supposed to get it out of his mouth by the tug of war method. The more I tug the more he wars and I
must admit he is a tough little dog. If I don't pay any attention to him, he, with bone in mouth, will nudge my arm or leg with his nose, wanting me to play tug of war. He would play all day if he had a person that would do that with him. He loves the attention.
Thank you Linda, for these beautiful, so full of love, little dogs. I have had a total of four dogs
prior to these Cotons and none of those dogs had the warmth and intelligence as these wonderful pooches.
We hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year. May God bless you with peace, health
and prosperity. / The Smiths
P.S. Thank you so much for the beautiful Thanksgiving E-card. It was very thoughtful of you Linda.