April 15, 2015 - Present
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April 14, 2016
Here's a shot when Debby, who was fostering Toodledip, brought him over for an introduction. He climbed into my lap.
April 15, 2016
The most loving, happy, playfull, polite dog I had seen in my search for the next member of our household. While not trained, he is well behaved. While bat poop crazy full of energy, he directs it properly.
We had a wonderful first day. He ran and jumped and played and played and played. He is about a year old and looks like a Jack Russell Terrier. He is definitely a hunter. When walked around the acreage to the east he found something we walked past every day: a skeleton of a deer that got caught under a fence and died. I am not going to post the picture here but here is a link.
We went for our first car ride and he did great. He got to go to PetSmart!!! He did great in the cart and heaped love and kisses on anyone going by. Then we went to Pizza by Robert, our ABSOLUTELY best and most favorite pizza anywhere, and we picked up a pizza. Co-owner Kathy stopped out and he heaped love and kisses on her. He is all the character he can possibly be!
One thing Toodledip did know at the end of the day, he was sleeping in a bed, not in a crate!
April 16, 2016
Toodledip had a great day.
We started clicker training and he immediately learned down. He is working hard on stay. He is trying to figure out shake.
He helped Dad put down some PVC piping below where the fence was a bit too high off the ground. He kept taking Dad's stainless steel safety wire.
He played with Matt quite a bit.
Toodledip's first fire. Note Grace warming the south forty.
April 17, 2016
And ... Toodledip loves to fly! I told him that he could be navigator or engineer, whichever Grace did not want. But Grace said she wanted to just be passenger, so he was both:
April 18. 2016
Here is Toodledip's first walk in the park. To get a full size version of the image on the right, click on it. Then try to find the MANY deer. Some are standing. Some laying down.
Now, mind you, Toodledip had to spend about sixteen hours a day in a cage crate. He will never see the inside of a cage crate again! Take a look:
April 24, 2016
Sometimes we forget the damage, like when Kelly ate a dining room chair. Here's a shot to document Toodledip's adventures. This used to be my headset. He really has not been bad, still ....
May 6, 2016
Toodledip's first bicycle ride!
May 23, 2016
Two does came out after Tootledip during our walk in Rocky River Metropark this morning. No big deal. It's time for deer to have their babies, their fawns. When they do, the mother can become protective of the area where the fawn is located. She will try to drive you from the area. She is just protecting her baby.
This is where the crazies in the North Olmsted kill-off-the-deer crowd gets the idea that the deer are going to take their children, drag them in the woods and have their way with the children. Ain't so. Tell your kids to leave the deer alone. They'll move the fawn after you leave.
May 25, 2016
As chipmunks go, George wasn't the handsomest. Nor was he the most viral. The girls just didn't see George. One morning, George decided he needed a higher profile. He needed to make his mark! He needed the girls to see him. He knew just what to do. If he were to run out in front of one of these dog-beasts that walk down the open trail, the girls would see his courage and all go giddy over George. He would be George of the Jungle!
“Here comes one now”, George exclaimed and gave the jungle his mightiest squeak. He had to get the attention of the girls so they would see his bravery. They did hear him. They did look. Another animal, who thought of himself as “Toodledip, Dog King of the Jungle!” also heard the loud squeak and was quite amazed to see a chipmunk run right under his nose! The chase was on!
Across the path they went and George did a great job of avoiding the dog-beast. Sort of. George didn't know dog-beasts can dig. Off George went again, this time again over the path to a tree. Surely this dog-beast can't climb a tree, right?
Luckily for George, the dog-beast stayed on the ground while George climbed. It was somewhere between six feet high and six feet six inches high when George came to the realization that he was a chipmunk, not a squirrel. He quickly went over all the things chipmunks were and weren't. Tree climbing was on the weren't side of the equation. PLOP! George landed inches from the dog-beast and, unfortunately for George, into the jaws of the beast.
Luckily for George, even Toodledip, Dog King of the Jungle had rules. One of the rules was a firm catch and release policy on chipmunks. George was plopped down on the path, now a prisoner of the dog-beast. The dog beast then left George. Funny, the dog beast seemed to never move his legs. It was as if nature itself was dragging The Dog King of the Jungle from George.
George got to live another day. He is doing he best to spin the story into one of bravery and bravado. As for the Dog King of the Jungle, Toodledip spent the next mile with his chest out, proclaiming to all who would hear, “I caught a chipmunk and his name was George!”
Oh! Toodledip, Dog King of the Jungle also caught and imprisoned a toad.
May 26, 2016
I have some of the most disrespectful deer on the planet! How dare they not flee in fright at Toodledip, King of the Jungle!
May 30, 2016
First ride in the Mini Cooper ... and two happy puppies!
May 31, 2016
After a long flight to the Carol County Airport Restaurant.
June 5, 2016
Toodledip's DNA results are in!!!