WebbDogs

'Around the house game' : Our house, like most, has a central supporting wall with living area around it. We start by making eye contact and freezing for a moment; one of us walks around the house so the dog can't see. GAME ON. Barking precedes the swift physical reaction of the large dogs. Fluid movements, massive power, similar to a cutting horse. These guys, however, are unbridled. They make an attempt to turn a corner on the laminate flooring, have you ever seen a 140 lb dog drift into a door? Pretty funny.
Once one of the dogs has started playing the others will join in and then they'll start jumping on each other and making all sorts of gutural rrrrrrs and inch long fangs sink gently into relaxed skin. White, black, pink, gray, all blurred and spinning. Suddenly the dogs have had enough and they each pick a place to lay - sometimes on top of one another - and proceed to fall asleep.

I will return with more 'tails' of the webbdogs and they're fun games.

A Morning at The Beach

2009-09-17T10:18:00.000-07:00

The river, actually.

My friend, Stefan, and I took the dogs to the river around 9 this morning. We walked over over drift wood left from earlier in the year when the Similkameen river raged over the earth below us. The edgeless rocks slowly became overtaken by the silty sand that is the only evidence of the waterway.
WHERE ARE THE DOGS?
Expecting them to have just gone farther down the river, we became frantic. Maybe not frantic, but you get the idea. I went back towards the Jeep, calling the dogs, while Stefan went further down the river. He was suddenly in a maze of unfamiliar foliage. Disoriented, tangled, blinded by leaves, he could here the eerily rhythmic footfalls of the large dogs but had no visual confirmation of their whereabouts. As though 120 pounds of white was pulled tight in a slingshot and released in Stefan's direction, Torque ripped by Stefan...

Who Needs a Vet?

2009-09-08T14:19:00.000-07:00

The other day Pepsi,our white Boxer,bent back her dewclaw at the skin. It was hanging from her skin and not bleeding too much. I cleaned it and applied a Melaleuca (tea tree oil based) gel to it then I wrapped half of her leg with a must have for any pet owner, VetWrap. Sticks to itself, not skin or hair. At some point throughout the last few days her claw CAME OFF! I consulted with a vet, got a thumbs up for what I had been doing and was told to keep an eye on it.

Dogs Rock!

2009-08-24T17:30:00.000-07:00

I've been out of commission for the past several weeks and my family has been working hard to ensure I heal. They take the dogs out for walks, feed them...
The two Great Dane studs and the Boxer appreciate this effort but they also know that something is wrong. Things aren't happening like usual, Mom's tender love and care is missing. Acting out would be a natural reaction but my amazing dogs are having some down time, alongside Mom. We are so in tune with each other (all of us, dogs and people alike) that major surgery can't even knock us off stride.
With that said I am happy to announce that Brad Patterson's new book, Synergy Between Man and Dog, is now available at webbdogs.com!!

Stretching out the legs...

2009-08-06T23:43:00.000-07:00

Tonight went well when we took the dogs out. We waited until after eight to go for a walk because it was too warm out earlier. With no words spoken, I retrieved the leashes and each of the three dogs sat. The two Great Danes and the Boxer waited patiently as I clipped the leashes to their collars. My husband and I walked briskly (that's the best way to walk with big dogs) on our usual route, after nearly twenty minutes we came to a large feild. The dogs all knew that they would soon be able to frolick freely but until permission is given, obedience is a must. Once the word was given the dogs reminded me of race horses; long, smooth, ever reaching strides, leaving little holes in the grass where there paws once held the weight of their body. When darkness fell upon us getting home became priority. First we were called over to chat with the neighbors who had some family from out of town sitting outside with them. I came close to chuckling when they commented on Molson's size. Now they are all curled up, sleeping contently. I reckon I should go do the same:)