The update to the dogs that control human’s lives.  Oh…wait!  That’s not how it goes, right?

Chevy has been with us for three weeks today.  He’s hysterical, a big, leapingm jumping dog ball of joy.  He’s caused a few issues for me though and now I’ve learned they are my own damn fault but hells bells, I thought I would die.

Up until last week we had the double fence up to keep Scout and Chevy from cramming their noses through and trying to bite or argue with each other.  Not necessarily Chevy since he wants to play, not like Scout who wants to rip and tear. We did manage to get them to ‘nose’ each other through the gate (we had 2 but left one open for this event).  Chevy was the perfect gent, he laid down for her and rolled on his back to show subservience but she’s still a hateful wretch.

Then I had Scout on a leash and Dan had Chevy on a leash and with Dan semi in between, they did some sniffing and licking muzzles.  WOOT!  Happiness for me!

We took down the outer fence and we’ve taken Scout to the fence a number of times to say “hello” and try to get the friendship going.  Sometimes it works, sometimes not.  Scout shows amazing indifference at times.  If I’m not continually showing her affection, she acts like a jilted lover (Yeah, I had an ex like that once). If I pet Chevy through the fence, she tries to head butt my arm and get me to pay attention to her.  OK.  I do.

A couple of times she’s yipped and barked at him.  We break it off at that point.  He does bark at her at times but he wants to play.  We did get a full property walk-around with them on leashes a couple of times but it’s too soon to let them get close to each other off the leashes.

Scout has to set by me, on her leash, when Dan brings Chevy in for the night on his leash.  A few times they’ve nosed each other but then the next night, Scout wants to get tough with him.  It’s going to take some time still.

Chevy is hysterical!  He loves to chase a ball and then come back to try and knock me over begging me to try and get it from him so we can repeat.

I found out I could fly through the air thanks to him.  My first encounter was when Dan let him off the leash and I did a, “Come on, Chevy! Let’s go!” and started wogging across the yard.  He did a leap hop and darted right in front of me.  Down I went.  Banged the hell out of my hip and right knee/calf.  Luckily I’m strong enough I caught myself on my hands or it would’ve been a face plant.  My right wrist was a little tender for a few days from it though.

The second time it was pretty brutal. Riot came out for the weekend.  Dan was at work and we took Chevy out back on an extendable leash.  We also have two iron fence posts pounded down into the ground that are almost unmovable by our grass patch for the dogs. The pole sticks out of the ground about four feet.  I put the handle of the leash over the pole and let it drop, feeling safe that he couldn’t escape.

Riot started leaping and jumping with him and he did the same.  I didn’t pay attention to the fact that the handle of the leash had moved up the pole with the hops and then he did a massive lunge which popped it right off the pole.  Luckily, neither of us got hit by it as he sped off about 10 feet.

Like a dumb azz, I yelled at Riot to grab the leash handle, worried that Chevy would hear the dogs across the street and leap over the front fence.  I got the handle, just as I did, Chevy did a dead run sprint and the leash ran out to the full 20 feet.  I wasn’t smart enough to let go of it.  I honestly thought I could hold him.

I flew through the air and once again would’ve done a face plant if I hand’t caught myself but my same injured knee/calf and hip ate the dirt.

I laid on my side and physically sobbed for about five minutes before I even considered trying to stand up.  Everything hurt…especially the knee and my glute/hip area.  Poor Riot!  “Granma, Granma, are you ok?”  He was even trying to help me up.  I kept sobbing.

Dan happened to call from work about that time and Riot talked to him on the phone while I was blubbering.  I got up and slowly hobbled Chevy to his pen and me and Riot to the house.  I sat in my favorite chair with an ice pack on my knee and one under my tush on the right side. A pain pill, ice packs, and about two hours later I decided I would live.

Amazingly, I really wasn’t even sore the next day except when I went to sit down, I sat gingerly with most of my weight on the left side of my tush…and then it was gone.  The leg/calf definitely had bruises and some scabbing but not as bad as I would have thought.

Now…I’m cautious of the Chevy.  I won’t take him on the extendable leash.  I do haul him around a bit on a regular leash when I have it snugged up to about six inches off of his neck.  He loves me, I love him, I just can’t take another hit by a Chevy so I’m really cautious with him and if he ever gets to rambunctious again, I’ll let go of the damned leash.

We’re playing ball here and he’s heading my way so we can play a tug-of-war where he’s dying for me to get it out of his mouth so I can throw it and we can start all over again.

Tomorrow will be a busy day, heading into Vegas for an interview and then lunch with one of my favorite besties, Marie!

Have a great evening everyone!