"Hmm, I think I need a closer look."
"Yes, this definitely tastes like a tulip. The red tulip tastes much better than the yellow ones from last week."
Darby and the puppies like to play Storm the Castle. Usually it's in the living room, with Darby guarding the "castle" aka the sofa, and the puppies try to jump up on the sofa while Darby plays goalkeeper.
Today, this game moved outside, when the fearless puppies decided to try out the A-frame. The first of several videos. Notice Darby's eyes when she discovers she can't block Biscuit and Olive at the same time!
And a fun puppy recall, using the cookie toss game. Good boy, Biscuit.
I think Biscuit is destined to be someone's heart dog. Maybe he's an obedience dog, he has the perfect attention for the sport. He would love agility, although he's not going to be the next lightning fast MACH prospect, but he loves to work with me, and I know he would be like Kane, he would do ANYthing for his person. And because Biscuit just wins over everyone he meets, and he's so endearing, I think he has a future in therapy work, whether officially, or just providing therapy for his friends and family.
I've given a thought to pinning notes on all the other dogs and dropping them off at the Greyhound station, but of course, that's not likely to happen. I know I have to do what's best for Biscuit, even if it's not easy for me. Biscuit isn't *quite* perfect, he does have his quirks. First and foremost, he can't hold his licker. He wants to kiss people all the time. He also insists on doing refrigerator inspection every time the door opens. He has a big-boy bark, but when he's super excited, he does have a certain bark that could wake a cave full of hibernating bats. I'm not sure where that comes from, but thankfully it's not the only bark he has! Oh, and of course, Biscuit does have a love of reading, and he especially likes to peruse the phone book.
So we'll officially start looking for the perfect family for Biscuit, knowing now that I can't just keep saying no to everyone who inquires...
Biscuit must have inherited the "pool is mine" gene from his mother, as seen here. Every time Avery or Olive hopped in the pool, Biscuit found an important reason he had to be back in the pool. And his size and bulk really helped him, he just pushed his way in, and promptly lay down, taking up the entire pool.
"What? It's my pool, right?"
Come on, Olive, get your tushy outta my photo shoot.