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Ok... we h ave a perfect comparison of two puppies and why you should really look into what the bloodlines have been bred for.. that doesn't make either one wrong it just makes them extremely typical ----we have noodles who I can practically guarantee you is not the Newfoundland but rather some kind of herding  dog sheepdog sort of thing.. where is ziti is a Dane.

at 4:00 I got up let the two of them out on the deck fed them a good meal.. and then tried to get them to settle down which zi was happy to do crawl in with sizzle and take a nap however noodles was on a tear literally ignore up the yoga mat and ate some of it dragged around all the dishes he could find including a glass heavy duty glass thankfully water dish that I had given ziti. and finally after about two hours I finally had noodles sleeping my feet and ziti was sleeping with sizzle but it took a long time to get there and then Judy arrived.. and noodles was ready to fly again...   somewhere way back at least ten days ago I made the statement the two great Dane pups would be easier to handle then one of noodles whatever he is.

 

I think we've now proven that..  it doesn't change much we still have a job for noodles . but we definitely have the picture of what type home he should graduate into.--he will need a home with a good supply of tennis balls... unless we can find some job which would make use of his peculiar talent of being able to pick up any metal or glass object in his teeth...

 

you gotta go with what you got---  like Elizabeth came in last night and larkey nearly bowled her over trying to sniff her ----clearly identifying the fact that her blood sugar was not where it was supposed to be... he was insistent---because now that I know what he's saying I praise him for doing it whereas 6 months ago it was annoying for him to rush up to someone dry and sniff their armpits so I would scold him. Now I understand what he is saying—and can make use of that knowledge.... plus he is more confident in poking that nose...

 

There is so much going on around here that there is no earthly way I could let you know or try to keep you informed of everything.  somebody want to know why I hadn't gotten in my golf cart to go down and look at the pregnant mommy.. Sounds so simple except my golf cart died and needed recharging.. in a place a couple 100 feet from the nearest electrical outlet.. so I needed to find a couple heavy duty extension cords to be able to get that thing charged up--not a simple task in a place in turmoil with stuff all over the place.

And a quick note on quickpicks--- last week someone questioned a number—which listed me as owner because it was really a quick pick for a person who’s name I don’t know—but who gave me a 100 dollar bill—so I will hand carry her winning monkey fists to her...

 

In the meantime – I better get on the making of those “zipper pulls”.  Between winners and betsy’s shop I need a better supply !!