Let’s begin with where Theresa, owner and operator of Dog-Woods Resort has been…Hawaii! The nerve! The Gall! This woman spends 11 months per year taking care of all of our dogs on every major holiday and traveling opportunity and then has the audacity to close down for the month of January and go sit and enjoy this view (this is an actual picture sent by Theresa and republished by me without her permission). Dog-Woods re-opens February 1st
Prior to Theresa abandoning us, the Williams Manor Dogs were able to spend some time at Dog-Woods where Maestro duplicated many of his annoying at-home behaviors such as this maneuver we call The Jack-alope.
After bounding up in the air like some sort of antelope/Jackass mix, Maestro pounces down upon his playmate-to-be demanding attention. Jerk
With nowhere to safely board our dogs, we stay home in January and watch playoff football! And that was extra special this year with the Niners playing their way to the Super Bowl. As you can see, Scout is also a 49ers fan.
Although Scout does not always make it easy for me to actually lean back and enjoy the game
Back at Dog-Woods Maestro says “You’re small.”
And then, as he is wont to do, Maestro leads the way and simply says “keep up!”
Not always up for Maestro’s antics, Scout always finds himself a brand for his official “Dog-Woods Scratch.”
When Scout becomes bored with 49er games at home, out comes Sizzle, his squeaky pet snake
After a long session of chewing, flinging, and tossing, eventually Scout lays down with Sizzle and tries to fight off a nap
The nap always wins
Maestro, meanwhile, is very content with his balls…one to chew on, and a spare just in case
The game of choice during this visit to Dog-Woods was “King of the Log”
First question from Maestro “Hey, how did you get up there?”
Was it over here? Is there a step I’m missing?
Here? Do I get up here?
Scout is being no help at all, as usual
Maestro finally says “fine I give up,” before giving it one last stare
Scout offers a “butt up” salute to Maestro letting him know what he thinks of his log quandary
Back at home, Scout begs for a bite of his mother’s pear. And my wife lets him so that he can be captured in this “adorable” photo. Sigh…