It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring . . . . . .

Max performing his newest cantata in the key of D with a few tummy rumbles thrown in. 

Continued from Boys will be Boys . . .

Peace is a five letter word that usually last for about five minutes . . .

See Toby's ears?  That means his speed radar is on . .

Here's a closer look for those of you with small computer screens

Ahh Max.  He's such a good boy.

And what can I say about this one? I think Max was telling Toby to chill out.

Priceless . . This is what Happiness looks like.

Boys will be boys . . . .

It was a snow day here in Colorado Springs. Toby and Max both enjoyed it and I, being me, couldn't help myself. I took about 30 pics of the two of them - watching the snow, wrestling, and then sitting around. I know, it's sad, but I couldn't help myself and they practically begged me to do it. And this is where it all began, our afternoon of snow . . . . . .

 First, Max's and Toby's curiosity is peaked by the white flaky stuff falling from the sky . . . 

Max seems content just looking out the window.  It's the old man in him . . . 

Toby, however, wants to go outside and play in the white fluffy stuff. Bubbles have the exact same effect on him . . .

Toby, standing up to the snow flakes, showing them who's boss . . .

You don't want to know what he was getting ready to do . . on the snow . . .

So, without fail, as soon as Toby comes inside he heads directly to Max. And as little brothers often do, he starts pestering Max . . .

And let the games begin . . .

Things may look calm now, but just give it a minute.  Trust me . . .

And we're off . . . . see that blurry mess? That's Toby coming off the couch and lunging at Max.

The wrestling went on for about 20 minutes. Max finally decided to lay down. The old man in him is tired . . .

Finally, Toby lays down - still talking smack to Max . . .

And I will have to post the last few images in a second post.  I guess I've taken up too  much space in this one.

To be continued . . . .

Too bad dogs can't fold clothes . . . . oh well, one day.

UFC in the Morris household

DING DING DING!!!  

Well, last night was the first real fight the boys have ever had - and it frightened me.  I don't like to see fights - especially between family members, and the boys are brothers now.  So, what started the fight?  Well, we bought 2 rawhide bones, one for each dog.  Somehow Max kept taking both bones to his kennel and hoarding them for himself.  So, I was constantly retrieving Toby's bone for him.  At one point Toby took his to the kitchen and laid it on the floor.  Now, picture this:  Toby on one side of the counter, me on the other, Max in between us at the end of the counter, and Toby's bone laying inches in front of me.  Both dogs were sitting pretty when I called Toby over to my side of the counter.  As soon as he crossed in front of Max, Max attacked him. I guess it was bound to happen.  We just didn't realize that Max was so aggressive over toys.  They've been living together for 2+ weeks now and have not had one of those boundary setting fights yet. I guess we should have expected it.Needless to say, both bones are now stashed away in the pantry.   So, with a few cuts and a shiner, Toby steered clear of Max for the remainder of the evening.  He was still a little skiddish of Max this morning, but it seems to be more out of respect for Max's space. 

The moral of the story is:  Siblings are going to fight - we just have to be there to break it up and send them to their separate corners. If we ever give them rawhide bones (emphasis on the IF) it will be separately and in their own kennels where they will stay while enjoying their treat. And that is the best we can do.