I came back out of the bedroom last night to collect the folded clothing Garry had earlier washed and put on the coffee table for appropriate distribution. Gibbs and Bonnie were standing four-square on the end table next to where I normally sit. They were rooting for crumbs — or anything I might have left they could eat.


They are not, despite the lies they tell about it, starving. Gibbs has lost the lean and hungry look he had when he arrived here. Bonnie’s belly tells its own story. No starving dogs in this house. Garry would never allow it. Yet they beg, dig, and search for food constantly as if whatever meal they most recently consumed will be their last.

NOT. True. They lie like dogs.


Consider the water-bowl thing. We use a stainless steel stock pot as a water bowl. This was necessary for Bishop who drank a huge amount of water. Sometimes, we wondered if he was part camel and we always said he had a drinking problem

Now, with just the two smaller dogs, we could use a smaller bowl for the Scotties. But they’re used to the big one — and so are we. I bet a smaller container would end up knocked over with the floor flooded.

Regardless, no matter what we do, there’s always water on the floor. I bought a special tray to put under the water. We recently added a bath towel under the tray to sop some of the overflow. But still, there’s always pools of water here, there, elsewhere.


I could not figure out why. These are not jowly dogs. They don’t drool buckets after a taking a drink. Okay, they have beards, but seriously … how much water can a Scottie’s beard dump on the floor?

Came the day I found Gibbs in the water pot. Not all four legs. Just his two front paws. He was paddling happily with merriment and lots of splashing. A nice little swim.


Terriers in general and Scotties in particular are not known for aquatic enthusiasm, though my first Scottie — MacADog — liked to wallow in shallow water along the shore at the beach. As long as he could keep his feet on the ground, water was okay. Apparently Gibbs likes a bit of cool water on a hot summer’s day.


Garry and I went into a huddle? Should we buy him a pool? That seemed a bit of overkill. Especially given the drought conditions we’re having. But something perhaps to give him a bit of water playtime not in the water bowl. Nothing inflatable. A dogs claws can merely rake lightly on the surface of an inflatable and it is thence forward a deflatable.

We compromised. I bought a washtub. A big, 18-gallon metal tub. I’ve got pictures of me and my brother chilling out on warm summer days in tubs just like this.


Garry’s shoulder has been very sore, so the tub remained empty until this morning when Garry decided he could carry some water down if he carried the buckets in his left hand. And he did.


Of course, the dogs have no idea what to make of it. They’ve been sniffing all around it and poking their heads over the side.

I’m counting on natural curiosity to get one or both of them wet. If that doesn’t work, you can bet I’ll drop them in, then enjoy the show. And the mopping up as our wet dogs come galloping homeward.


It’s summer here on Rancho Kachingerosa. Let our mini-Olympics begin!

29 thoughts on “LET THE GAMES BEGIN

  1. lol that’s it, something along the lines of “don’t let the peas touch the mashed potatoes…”. He was also a stick carrier, and was forever bringing big sticks into the house, until the day he tried to bring in a stick that must have weighed at least ten pounds and was too wide for the doorway. Ow. After that he went back to something that would fit.


    • Dogs develop their own special “things.” Gibbs is already getting quite distinct and quirky. He is our “seat stealer.” If you get up, he will take your spot and refuse to move. I’d swear he grows roots because for a smallish dog, it’s like he becomes part of the sofa. And no amount of sweet talk will dislodge him.


  2. I learned to feed our former dog the small kibble, rather than the big crunchy ones. He’d eat until he got bored and then stop. But damn him, he would only eat half. Literally. Half the kibble on one side, and if a piece fell into the empty half of the bowl he’d have to eat it, just to keep the dish clean. =)


  3. Ody has perfected the starvation look… big gut and all. And he doesn’t just want the dry food (Which will already be plentiful in the bowl anyway)…. no, he wants the meaty chunks out of the can. Doesn’t matter if it’s morning feeding time or not. He would look like a furry bowling ball if I were the pushover kind of person…


    • Bonnie is just short of furry bowling ball. Garry is deep in denial. I keep pointing out to him that she can’t feed herself, but he says NO NO I DO NOT OVERFEED HER … and I just try to keep a lid on the treats container.


  4. My larger pup is exactly the same, though he looks at me innocently when I walk into a lake in our kitchen. I bought him aa kiddie pool today and filled it and the only one that got in was me, he’s terrified. I loved this post. Not to mention your timing is incredible!


  5. I find Gibbs has a bit of a guilty look in his eyes. Bonnie just looks content. I hope you take lots of pictures of the tub event. We’ll be cheering here for them.


  6. I love the pics of Bonnie & Gibbs watching me from the top of the stairs. “What’s the old man up to now?”, they ask each other.


  7. This was such a fun read. Muffin, my little Maltese used to ‘run through’ her water bowl when she got excited. Which was every time we fed her. Dogs are such curious little creatures. Yes, I recognize that ‘last meal’ syndrome…too funny.


    • I find it hilarious that they act as if each meal is a unique, never-to-be-repeated act … and apparently aren’t convinced we will remember to feed them each day. I don’t know if it’s an act … or they really aren’t sure we can remember from day to day.

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  8. one of those large not-very-deep litter boxes might work if they are suspicious of the wash tub; not too expensive, and it seems that the extra large size might just accommodate a Scottie who just wants to dabble but not have the full body immersion.
    I love that tub, btw. I used to wash clothes in one of those. Ah, memories.


    • So far, they have shown a strong preference for the air-conditioned living room and the sofas. I have old pictures of me and by brother sitting in tubs like that in the summer when we were very little. I think that was part of the inspiration. They also make good planters, so if the dogs don’t get interested, I have some petunias in mind.


    • You have to wonder what — and how — they think. They make connections, but strange and circuitous ones. The cats used to make some very strange connections too. I suppose we don’t understand because they think so differently than us.

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  9. That was a fun read, a bright light to begin my day. Let the dogs paddle and swim, at least they are clean dogs. That bath looks remarkably like the one I had when I was small. Luckily I soon grew out of it, inheriting the height genes from both mum and dad.


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