Yesterday evening I found that the Tug It! works the way the manufacturer’s website states when using it with my Aussies.  The Dobies still aren’t into it.  After this evening’s go-rounds, I finally removed the hot dogs and put them in dinner bowls.  I washed the Tug It! and will figure out the next step with it tomorrow.

Beautiful Annie used the Tug It! in textbook fashion.  She is a very bright girl, and is always ready to offer behaviors for clicks and treats.  She’s waiting to get her All American PAL from the AKC, so she can compete in agility, too.

Bunny, well, she’s a gnawing machine.  As soon as she got the Tug It! into her mouth, she did her chewing routine, much like she did here:

On the other side of things, Baby caught another Bufo  last night.  This is number five in July.  I’m disenchanted with this.  Frustrated.  Done.  My senior girl is mouthing way too many of them.  Those toads are toxic and she seems to be hooked on them.

Take a look.

Luna, seen above inspecting Baby’s foamy beak, was also in on this most recent toad caper. Baby’s mouth took a lot of rinsing because the toad slime was particularly hard to wash off the tongue. Baby got a good bite of the creature this time, and she was not cooperating with me. She knew what was coming. I had to chase her to catch her for the first rinse out with hose. I had Crocks on my feet, and when they get wet, talk about an uncomfortable feeling and a slippery surface! I skated around for fear I’d fall on my arse.

I don’t get it. Are Bufos raining from the sky? And what about the Iguanas suddenly in my backyard? Is South Florida soon to be a reptilian jungle? I had two lizards invade my house last night as well. I thought I only had one. I found it in the shower. I had a clip on top of my head to keep my hair up, and when I stepped into the shower to catch the thing, my clip caught onto the rope on the plastic shower scrunchie, and I thought something had grabbed me by the top of the head. I screamed and flailed till I recognized the teal ball bouncing up and down off my forehead. I calmed myself, the dogs, who were now riled up, and still caught that lizard.  I released the thing to the wilds of my backyard.

This morning, I found the other lizard. At least I hope it’s the other and not one of others. I was rushing out to work, and pulled down the blockade to my room, and boink and bounce! It fell off the blockade and onto the floor. No time to catch it. Well, it may give Baby something to do while I’m gone though I’m doubting she digs anything but Bufo Toads at this point.

My goal is to run out back with Baby when I let her out to survey her Bufo-Toad-catching spot, and beat her to the catch.  Keeping up with this wobbling senior isn’t as easy as one would think!  Good luck to me!

Helen