Ghingis

I’m at home looking after the dogs today. Ginger seems to be okay, although on the prowl for the fastest possible exit. We’ve had to shut the doggy door and only take him out on a lead because he’s made a few breaks for freedom already. He knows where he is and he wants to be over the road. Last night I took him into the back for his last “be quick” before bedtime and he found a gap between the fence and the house, and shot through it before I could do anything. I had to chase him down and carry a protesting dog back into the house.


Took this photo last night when Ginger braved being on the same sofa as Quincy for a few short minutes.

This morning has been bathtime for both dogs. I don’t think Ghinga was too impressed. I did take them both into the bathroom with me at the same time and he did seem to calm down when he saw Quince was being humiliated too. Quince was the best he’s ever been at taking a bath, I think he was showing off to the newbie.

Ginger is not happy being a clean dog. As soon as I let them out of the bathroom he was rolling around trying to get dirty again. Took him outside and he was imediately sliding on his side through dirt and leaves. Great!

Ghinga is losing a really scary amount of hair at the moment, it’s coming off in huge handfulls. The bathroom is now a disaster zone and I had to take him out into the front yard to give him a good brushing. It now looks like our yard has been invaded by some strange alien ginger thread fungus.

Made a vet’s appointment for our new friend, 4.30 on Friday for an examination and pre-op assessment. He’ll just lurve that!

While I was out in the back yard the redneck neighbour across the street came over and was very happy to see Ghinga. She also asked whether their kids could come over and see him from time to time. They had all been in tears when he was taken away.

Currently Ginger is wandering around, making himself very much at home. Mary bought her dogs some new beds before Christmas and is kindly going to let us have a couple of the old ones for our boys. (I’m now outnumbered 3 to 1!) That’ll be good because I’m keen on getting Ghinga his own special space.

Bleargh, ok, I’d better go tackle that bathroom and try to make it pleasant again now. I want a bath myself.

10 Responses to Ghingis

  1. strangepixel March 10, 2004 at 9:52 am #

    Awwww…

    Ginger sure is a cute doggy, give both the doggies a big hug from me, what are you gonig to call him or is Ginger his proper name now? [I was gonna suggest Colin]

    Glad you are all cool

    Mattx:]

  2. kaypow March 10, 2004 at 10:36 am #

    Re: Awwww…

    He’s a mutt, but yup, he is cute with it. Not your average good looking dog but there’s just something about him that is awfully endearing. He has a great expressive face.

    Uhm, Bill is going to get him a name tag this evening. I think we’ve decided that his proper name will be Genghis, (or Ghengis?). You can certainly imagine him wearing one of those pointy helmets.

    The neighbours across the street call him Socks (Sox?), no idea why! Doesn’t seem to suit him at all. So a Mongol Warlord he is!

  3. strangepixel March 10, 2004 at 11:22 am #

    Re: Awwww…

    Good name for a roaming mutt :] lets just hope he doesn’t pillage too much!

  4. Anonymous March 10, 2004 at 12:10 pm #

    Ghengis

    Here’s hoping that ghengis doesn’t adopt the itinerant lifestyle of 13th century mongols.. he certainly doesn’t seem to have their passion for exquisite clothing!

    wishing him well in his new home.

    Yours

    Dr Elsie Crapshoveller

  5. missbumpkin March 10, 2004 at 1:27 pm #

    “Woof woof!” says Betty Truffle.
    “I had to have a bath today and I didn’t like it either. We must put our doggy heads together and come up with some sort of foolproof plan that will end our bathtime hell forever. We must outmanoeuvre them, we must run, duck, dive, beg and plead, no more baths please! How can we make them stop bathing us? We smell so damned good and doggy! How do we stop them making us smell like flowers?
    Grrrr.
    I was plonked into a huge bath, just little Betty-me, then lathered in stinky shampoo, ick! I did my best pleading eyes, I shivered, I put on my most heart-wrenching little whine, and STILL she persisted in cleaning me. It was horrid and now she says I smell “nice”.
    Woof woof woof!
    We must rebel dogfriends! We must put a stop to this unnatural behaviour they call a “bath”.
    I feel your pain at today’s ordeal. No self-respecting dog can be bathed and feel happy about it.
    Woofs and wags
    Miss Betty Truffle

    ps Ginga-dawg, you’re damned cute!”

  6. strangepixel March 10, 2004 at 9:52 am #

    Awwww…

    Ginger sure is a cute doggy, give both the doggies a big hug from me, what are you gonig to call him or is Ginger his proper name now? [I was gonna suggest Colin]

    Glad you are all cool

    Mattx:]

  7. admin March 10, 2004 at 10:36 am #

    Re: Awwww…

    He’s a mutt, but yup, he is cute with it. Not your average good looking dog but there’s just something about him that is awfully endearing. He has a great expressive face.

    Uhm, Bill is going to get him a name tag this evening. I think we’ve decided that his proper name will be Genghis, (or Ghengis?). You can certainly imagine him wearing one of those pointy helmets.

    The neighbours across the street call him Socks (Sox?), no idea why! Doesn’t seem to suit him at all. So a Mongol Warlord he is!

  8. strangepixel March 10, 2004 at 11:22 am #

    Re: Awwww…

    Good name for a roaming mutt :] lets just hope he doesn’t pillage too much!

  9. Anonymous March 10, 2004 at 12:10 pm #

    Ghengis

    Here’s hoping that ghengis doesn’t adopt the itinerant lifestyle of 13th century mongols.. he certainly doesn’t seem to have their passion for exquisite clothing!

    wishing him well in his new home.

    Yours

    Dr Elsie Crapshoveller

  10. missbumpkin March 10, 2004 at 1:27 pm #

    “Woof woof!” says Betty Truffle.
    “I had to have a bath today and I didn’t like it either. We must put our doggy heads together and come up with some sort of foolproof plan that will end our bathtime hell forever. We must outmanoeuvre them, we must run, duck, dive, beg and plead, no more baths please! How can we make them stop bathing us? We smell so damned good and doggy! How do we stop them making us smell like flowers?
    Grrrr.
    I was plonked into a huge bath, just little Betty-me, then lathered in stinky shampoo, ick! I did my best pleading eyes, I shivered, I put on my most heart-wrenching little whine, and STILL she persisted in cleaning me. It was horrid and now she says I smell “nice”.
    Woof woof woof!
    We must rebel dogfriends! We must put a stop to this unnatural behaviour they call a “bath”.
    I feel your pain at today’s ordeal. No self-respecting dog can be bathed and feel happy about it.
    Woofs and wags
    Miss Betty Truffle

    ps Ginga-dawg, you’re damned cute!”

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