It’s been raining a lot around here lately, and the rain means that I don’t whip out my big camera as much as normal. While neither dog really cares about the rain, Stella is not a fan of thunder. Most of the time, when the thunder starts blasting across the sky, you can find Stella in her *second* bedroom, (which is a small, upstairs sitting area.) She’s normally laying there, in the dark, being very still while the storm is blazing. If she’s not there, she’ll generally be found curled up, very small in our bed.
Duncan, on the other hand, gives zero craps about thunder/lightening/wind/rain/arctic blasts/tornadoes. I’m telling you, if a tornado dropped down in front of him, and his ball was on the other side, he would absolutely brave the storm to retrieve the ball. Every time.
It looks like a raging river in the yard, but that stupid doodle will tromp right through it, if someone throws the ball for him. Silly doodle.
Their relationship is so fun to watch. Duncan is very firm and forward with Stella, often times pretending to bully/boss her around, running at her as hard as he can and then body checking her. Stella allows it, and will normally engage in his play right after being body checked, but sometimes she’s had enough of his shit, and she will turn that giant donkey head around, yank his doodle beard really hard, and growl soft and low in her throat. It’s her ‘back off, jackhole’ reprimand, but most of the time it takes her pulling his beard a couple of times, or a shot from the squirt bottle to get him to leave her alone.
Watching these two dogs bond has been one of the most special things I’ve ever been able to witness. They are the very best of friends, with one ALWAYS coming to the aid the other if they think something is amiss. If there is madness at the dog park, and the other spies it, they will come running, full force, to lend assistance.
I love that I get to watch them play, snuggle, run and argue with each other in their own special way. I love when they don’t know we are looking, and I catch Duncan licking Stella’s ears when she’s napping, or snuffling noses, or the way he’ll crawl up THISCLOSE to her and fall instantly asleep. I love watching them communicate in their own doggy way, and am more than pleased at how close they are. Best friends in every way.
I know many folks are firmly ‘one dog families’, but watching these two love each other so hard shows me that we got just the right dogs, at just the right time, and raised them in just the right way.
Hope you guys have a great weekend!