The Sunday Schauzer – Mad Bowz: Thunderdome

Lest you think, gentle readers, that the grand puppy is some sort of cuddly angelic being that sleeps all the time (after last week’s post)…I bring you Bowser in the ON POSITION. Here is what immediately happens upon waking up from a nap. It starts off slowly but then inevitably builds up to crazy attack dog mode.

Oh boy, here we go…time to distract with a chew toy.
This works for a bit. Puppy teeth are sharp and puppies don’t always know how to be gentle.

We go outside and play “fetch” to burn off some puppy energy.

Bowz loves to chew the fetch toy when he’s tired of fetch.
He loves squeaky things. Including Oma, when he bites at her toes.
He pulls the socks right off my toes. Actually, I sacrifice my socks to save my toes.

When he gets really frisky we play Tug of War.

But even that isn’t enough to stop him from going after my legs and hands in a frenzy of play. The more I push him away or scold him, the better he likes it. Bowser thinks Oma just likes to play rough and he is always happy to up the ante.

How to survive with skin and clothes intact until Bowser’s parents come home????

Hey, wait a minute…I’ve got an idea!

Behold: THE THUNDERDOME
One can only hope…
You can’t reach my extremities now!
I WILL WEAR YOU OUT.
Surely, he’ll get tired soon…right? RIGHT????

Then I had an idea!

Safe and comfy on my lawnchair, inside THE THUNDERDOME.
“Hey, Oma! When you gonna come out and play with me some more?” Hehehehe…

Rock on,

The WB

The Sunday Schnauzer – Napping

My phone is rapidly filling up with photos of Mr. Adorable aka Bowser aka my grand-doggy so what’s a blogger to do? Create a weekly photo dump post of some of my adventures in dog-sitting, I suppose! I’ll start out with a post of the pup in his quieter, non-bitey non-crazy mode: THE NAP. Let sleeping dogs lie and all that 😁.

Here’s the progression of a nap from the week before last:

Here’s how it started.
And here’s how it ended.

Another day, another nap:

Now that the weather has finally heated up and we’re a bit older, this is the preferred nap strategy:

I am on high alert, waiting for Bowser to roll off the couch. My other grand-dog (back in Ontario) broke a front leg when just a pup by leaping off a couch, and I don’t want a repeat. No rest for Oma!
This seems marginally safer…
This started out as a stretch, but then he just stayed that way. Weirdo.
The head must hang off the end of the couch, always.

And finally, the car nap:

This doggy car seat is the best.

Rock and nap on,


The WB