When I worked at a dog daycare facility, we constantly compared dog play to child play. My background is in child development and child psychology so the leap from what kids do on the playground to what dogs do on the playground was made with ease. Similar to the 5 years my brother and I spent at the same schools, on the same playgrounds and never so much as looked at each other, when Wilhelm, Brychwyn and Huxley are given a choice, they prefer to play dogs that they don't live with. Now, I do consider myself extremely lucky that the dogs occasionally play together, usually get along and don't kill each other. Keeping them from killing each other is one of the reasons I work so hard to get us out and about as often as possible. Maybe my parents had the same plan for my brother and I since we are both still alive. Among my favorite dog outings are our play dates with the collie girls, Gypsy, Gilly and Ginger. Yes, we have a neighbor who also has three dogs and those collies make the best playmates! On last Thursday's visit to their lovely yard, I observed and photographed a playful interaction between one very handsome blue merle Cardigan Welsh corgi, Brychwyn, and an elegant blue merle rough collie, Ginger. The silly antics of these two dogs sent me back to my dog daycare days as well as my studies of kids on the playground. While I never saw children initiate play with a lick, I did observe them run away from possible play rejection. My brother and I always pretended not to be playing together when we believed someone else might be watching especially my parents and most especially if we were playing bitey face. While reminiscing and preparing the play photos for this post, I wondered who had more fun, the playing dogs or me.
Typist: Bethany
When I worked at a dog daycare facility, we constantly compared dog play to child play. My background is in child development and child psychology so the leap from what kids do on the playground to what dogs do on the playground was made with ease. Similar to the 5 years my brother and I spent at the same schools, on the same playgrounds and never so much as looked at each other, when Wilhelm, Brychwyn and Huxley are given a choice, they prefer to play dogs that they don't live with. Now, I do consider myself extremely lucky that the dogs occasionally play together, usually get along and don't kill each other. Keeping them from killing each other is one of the reasons I work so hard to get us out and about as often as possible. Maybe my parents had the same plan for my brother and I since we are both still alive. Among my favorite dog outings are our play dates with the collie girls, Gypsy, Gilly and Ginger. Yes, we have a neighbor who also has three dogs and those collies make the best playmates! On last Thursday's visit to their lovely yard, I observed and photographed a playful interaction between one very handsome blue merle Cardigan Welsh corgi, Brychwyn, and an elegant blue merle rough collie, Ginger. The silly antics of these two dogs sent me back to my dog daycare days as well as my studies of kids on the playground. While I never saw children initiate play with a lick, I did observe them run away from possible play rejection. My brother and I always pretended not to be playing together when we believed someone else might be watching especially my parents and most especially if we were playing bitey face. While reminiscing and preparing the play photos for this post, I wondered who had more fun, the playing dogs or me.
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Typist: Bethany
Mother is a fascinating word. It was not one that was difficult to photograph but the idea of it made for deep contemplation. Cardigan welsh corgi Brychwyn is an excellent example of all that "mother" can do. I often tell Brychwyn how lucky he is to have so many mothers. He has Gabbi, the beautiful blue merle corgi who gave birth to him. Gabbi lives with Carolyn who was present when Brychwyn was born and gave him the best life a corgi puppy could have until he was ready to come and live with Leo, Wilhelm, Amelia, Gryphon, Jason and I. By definition, Carolyn is definitely a mother to Brychwyn. Then there is me. Brychwyn is an adult dog now. He has found his place in our family and is (almost always) confidently winding his way through the world. I am honored to be a part of the care and affection it took to make him the amazing corgi that he is today. Yet as I reflect on the definition of "mother" I wonder, who has mothered who? Furthermore, I see that Brychwyn has had even more mothers than the three obvious ones previously mentioned. What about our obedience instructor? Or our agility, Treibball, rally and freestyle instructors? Brychwyn's SAMP has certainly been a huge part of his up bringing. So has his veterinarian. And those are just the females who have shown him incredible care and affection. Wow. Brychwyn is one very, very lucky dog. I think he has a proud mother or two to show for it as well.
Who has been a mother to your dog or who has mothered you?
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Mischief? What Mischief? A Corgi Explains Why Not To Blame The Dog {52 Snapshots of Life Week 10}3/6/2015 Typist: Brychwyn There is no denying that we dogs get into a lot of mischief. Sometimes, though, mischievous things go on around the house that aren't the fault of a dachshund, a collie or a corgi. One excellent example of mischief mistakenly blamed on innocent dogs occurred this week with a toy that Bethany got for us on a recent road trip. That toy has spent the whole week making mischief everywhere! I kept finding that toy in all kind of places that toys are not allowed. Was I rewarded or praised for pointing our the wrong doings of the toy? Of course not! Wilhelm, Huxley and I had decided that we had enough of that mischievous toy breaking all the rules so we worked tirelessly to put an end to it's trouble making tyranny. For some reason, Bethany and Jason were not proud of us for disemboweling and dismembering that disobedient toy. I just wished they would understand about all the mischief that toy had been up to! I think the humans finally saw the misbehaving toy for the bother it really was when it turned up outside yesterday afternoon. Wilhelm, Huxley and I all know furry toys are not allowed outside but that mischievous toy would just not obey the rules. If Bethany ever buys us another toy, I certainly hope she will make sure it is one that won't make so much mischief. Toys are not allowed outside. Do you know any dogs who get blamed for mischief that isn't their fault? Share this post: Typist: Bethany Winter? What winter? Due to a weather pattern called El Niño, we aren't having much of a winter here in Cascadia. Temperatures are warm and it has been dry. The mountains are bare. Disappointed winter sports enthusiasts are grumbling about the lack of snow and a possible drought is on everyone's mind. Tired of constantly tying my coat around my waist during recent walks, I have just stopped taking my coat along. The good news is that when it is warm enough, cockatoo Leo can come for walks and when it is dry, cat Amelia gets to adventure outside on her leash. We also are privy to some spectacular winter sunsets when when El Niño brings us higher than normal temperatures and no precipitation. All of these stunning Seattle sunsets happened in the last week. As long as we get a few more flea and tick killing freezes and enough snow in the mountains to keep us out of serious drought danger, sunsets like in these photographs will help me make it through the rest of this El Niño winter. Of course, a superbly handsome corgi model for sunset photos helps take away any winter blues too. What's your favorite thing about winter with your pets? Share this post: |
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