We interrupt our regular programming to provide you an update here at Canine Central. I must say, even as a dyed-in-the-wool dog lover, I am looking around here wondering what the heck I have done!


Zoë has the demeanor of having died and gone to heaven. She just polished off her second meal of the day. She walked over three miles with me. She and Ben have figured out how to play. She loves the puppy to pieces and clearly misses her own pups (I can tell she has had a litter) because she is cleaning and boxing this puppy around constantly. She carries a toy around everywhere she goes and wiggles all over when she sees me. She does have some manners to learn, including getting out of the kitchen when asked and not being a hazard around the dinner table. At the risk of grossing you out, I discovered yesterday that the reason Zoë looks like a skeleton with skin is because she was apparently feeding a whole army of tapeworms. I wormed her last night… even with my training, I was grossed out when I saw what a load she was carrying.


Gracie the pup just gets cuter and sassier by the day. The whole family is crazy about her, as are all the dogs (well, maybe not Reilly.) Ben plays with Gracie, too. Gracie follows along on part of our walks. I look like the Pied Piper. Most of the time Gracie is a sleeping machine, usually in someone's arms...


Ben is still grinning from his own good fortune and he just runs around with a smile on his doggy face all the time. He was sick for a few days and was noticeably different. He is the most interested in playing with other dogs of any canine we have ever had. At 14 months old, he's a teenager.


Reilly is the one who has really been sick… and with this many dogs passing something around, our brand new carpeting is getting creamed. I don’t know if the BC’s reacted to the intranasal vaccine I gave them the day we brought home the other dogs, or if we brought something else on our clothing, but both BC’s have had GI problems and Reilly has had a “cold”. The cold is most likely the vaccine. She still feels punk and it is VERY noticeable when Reilly is punk. Normally she never stops moving. Reilly is hands-down the least social of all the dogs and her being sick just makes her attitude worse.


Chance just sleeps and comes out to eat and walk once a day. She doesn’t seem affected one way or the other with the changes around here.


I must say, it is lively! On one of my two walks today, a new neighbor asked if I bred or sold dogs? Gee, wonder where she got that idea? It couldn't have anything to do with the fact that I have a different dog every time I walk by her house, could it?