With all that has been happening with Ms. Henderson and Clayton being out of town (long story, he’s working on a job in Vermont) Tex has been missing some blog love and he has had some major milestones the past few weeks. Before the 4th we took a road trip with our friend, Sabrina, to pick up her dog at her family’s house in south Texas. I was extremely paranoid because this was our first overnight trip (aside from his initial boarding adventure) and I didn’t know what to expect.
Sabrina generously put down the seats in the back of her car to create a lux setting for Tex’s travels – however it was unnecessary as he continued to put his head between the front seats until his persistence got him onto my lap, where he rode for the entire 4 hour drive.
Upon arrival, we went to the backyard to introduce the dogs – Stella, Sabrina’s pup and Nellie, her in-law’s golden retriever – to Tex. Sabrina warned me beforehand that Stella had recently been acting aggressively towards new dogs until she established her dominance. We had her on her leash and Tex on his to hopefully control the situation but to no avail: Stella lunged at Tex, he yelped and ran towards me and soon my hands and legs were covered in blood – Sabrina was yelling at Stella, her in-laws were trying to get the first aid kit, I was trying to get Tex to sit still to find where the blood was coming from and Nellie was blissfully unaware of what was happening as she strolled through all parties, looking for someone to pet her – it was pure chaos. After putting Stella away and getting Tex cleaned up, we realized that Stella gifted him with a new ear piercing. Kidding, it was just a surface scratch.
My weekend of unknowns was off to a shaky start and I could tell that only one of us was concerned about the battle wound, and it wasn’t Tex. He immediately started exploring his weekend playground while I lingered close by… but not close enough. He walked right up to the swimming pool and having never seen one before, went to paw at the surface as if he were going to walk on water (Jesus only, bud) and immediately fell in. It shocked us both. He sunk for a solid 3 seconds – long enough for me to look at Sabrina in a panic and ask if I should jump in, fully clothed – before he instinctively started to doggy-paddle. I desperately wanted him to like swimming so I immediately started cheering, “Good boy!” and led him to the stairs where I scooped him out of the pool.
First a blood bath and now a near-drowning incident? Leave the drama to his momma because yet again, I was the only one concerned. Soaked to the bone, he somersaulted into the grass and started rolling around – happy as a clam. Sabrina and I ran to change into our suits and spent the afternoon in the pool. Despite the fact that jumping in was a little unnerving, Tex took to swimming like a
duck dog to water.
Stella warmed up to Tex and the two spent the entire weekend sprinting / wrestling around the yard with Nellie playing referee. They even snuggled the entire drive home, partially because they were both exhausted but mostly because they were new BFFs.
That night I assumed Tex would be exhausted and immediately fall asleep. I set up his crate in the room I was sleeping him, put him to bed and stepped outside the door to see how he would do. Cue the freak-out. He started whine-barking and didn’t stop for the entire five minutes that I stood by the door. I took this as a sign that it was time for me to hit the hay as well and as soon as I stepped back in the room, he was quiet. Even when I woke up at 5am to pee (TMI?) he started barking — I’m not sure if all puppies go through a separation anxiety phase but he is definitely in it. Even when we are at home, he is my shadow. Fellow dog owners: feel free to shed some light here.
We closed out the weekend at the Puppies and Pints night at Flying Heart Brewery – a fundraiser for the local animal shelter. The brewery just opened this summer and is housed in an old firehouse. The decor is unique, the beer is good (and cheap) and best of all: they allow dogs on their patio every weekend. Tex and DJ (our friend’s pug) immediately felt at home.