Wednesday, September 18, 2013

No more boomers Bud.....

Shame on me, I've been ignoring my Blog, distracted by a million things including Facebook. The Blog venue is much more to my liking, but I have to discipline myself to sit down and write something. My normal motivation seems to be waning, not so much that I don't have material, but more like FB saps it away in teeny-tiny bites every day. This Blog is about my dogs, FB - not so much. I do owe it to Easton to write and photograph him more that I do. He is a special and unique boy in his own right.

Easton's staff photographer Michael got a new camera. The quality of
these photos are nothing short of amazing. I don't remember the camera
details, but maybe I can get him to write a review, which I'll post here.

Last Thursday night / Friday morning, the worst thunderstorm I've ever experienced here in the Northwest came roaring through. Since my first Golden "Sunny" in 1986 (Cosmo 1991, Devo 1997, Lady 2008 and now Easton 2011) none of the dog gave a rip about: Thunder, Lightning or even Coyotes howling right outside our door -- except Easton.

Strike a pose.

Easton and the boomers: Imagine a large herd of prehistoric Mastodons stampeding full speed from the outside towards your backyard fence. That is what Easton imagines when he hears thunder. He blasts through his doggy door and braces, growls and barks, posturing what can only be described as an "I'm going to tear you apart when you come over that fence" defense of his home. Make no mistake, he is not afraid. He shifts to full blown guard dog mode, reaching deep down into his Golden heart for his inner-Rottweiler.

With his always present over-sized tennis ball
A gift from his Aunt Virginia

It is my job to prevent him from keeping our house and the neighborhood awake all night. So I try to distract him, play ball, pet him, reassure him that the Third Reich was defeated in 1945 and is NOT invading our back yard. When I just can't stay awake anymore, I slip his eight foot leather leash on my wrist and fall asleep on the living room couch, hoping he'll do the same. Only when the storm passes will he settle down. It eventually does around 3AM. Its time to get some sleep. There are no more boomers Bud.

Indoor, no flash, just natural light from the window




5 comments:

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

Good to see a post about your boy, he's a real 'storm chaser' isn't he?
I remember when we lived in Alaska and how hearing thunder was such a rare thing, that when we moved to Virginia I felt much like Easton! :-) But I'm glad that you both got through the storm, with only being a little sleep deprived--Hopefully you didn't have to work the next day and you got to take a nap!

Golden Woofs! SUGAR said...

Yes, blame it on FB that you've neglected this blog. Golden Happy to see Beautiful photos of Easton. Yes, love to know what camera Michael used. Never heard or seen an oversized tennis ball (will heck it out). Can see lots of "whites" on Easton's face. Golden LOVE. Lots of Golden Woofs, Sugar

Daisy said...

At least you know you are well-protected! My little toy poodle Max used to be afraid of thunder and lightening, but he outgrew it eventually. Great photo!

Max Mom said...

Hey there friends,
Yes, we understand the FB distraction and the motivation to keep the blog going. Even reading blogs becomes difficult, but it's nice to sit down and catch up sometimes.
Our Tammy shares her fear of thunder with Easton. Fireworks too, starter guns (there is a school near us) and anything that is loud. Poor pups.
Anyway, your new camera has blessed us with some stunning photos.
Sending lotsaluv from your friends in SA
xxx

Cary McNeal said...

He's a good boy. And handsome. My dog hides under my desk during storms.

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