52 Weeks of Auggie – 7/52 Valentine’s Day
A puppy would make a fantastic Valentine’s Day surprise. Unfortunately mine still isn’t even conceived yet.
Rejects:
I had some “backdrop” malfunctions involved with these rejects. This one is SO cute but the backdrop didn’t cover the whole couch, so I felt funny using it as the one I liked.
More backdrop malfunctions. He looks so smug in this one!
Here’s the set on Flickr where you can see all of my 52 Weeks photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
Want to see the shots that ALMOST made it, but didn’t quite? Check these out!
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
52 Weeks of Auggie – 6/52 Bedtime
Ahhhhh… bedtime. This presented a bit of a challenge because I haven’t managed to get photos of Auggie sleeping since he was a puppy. If I move he’s immediately up and going “Whatcha doin? Are we going somewhere? What’s that? Hi what are you doing?”
So I had to lay on the floor for nearly an hour until he finally settled down and I was able to get shots for this week.
Also, I shattered Auggie’s world. I opened the side door on his crate so I could get photos from a different angle, and his MIND WAS BLOWN. He kept staring at the opened door, the door I normally open, then at me, and could not understand what had happened.
Only one reject:
I felt the angle of the one I picked was better, though this is a pretty cute little picture too!
Here’s the set on Flickr where you can see all of my 52 Weeks photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
Want to see the shots that ALMOST made it, but didn’t quite? Check these out!
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
52 Weeks of Auggie – 5/52 Colours
I had a tough time with this one, because there’s not much as far as colour outside goes. There’s a ton of snow on the ground so it’s basically white, and being an art student I am adamant that white is NOT a colour but the absence of colour, therefore using “white” was out of the question. I did consider doing yellow and photographing Auggie in front of some yellow snow… I also had a great idea for yellow involving tennis balls, but was surprised to find he doesn’t own as many yellow tennis balls as I thought.
So I just went with red, which is the colour I buy all of Auggie’s leads and things in.
Here’s all the rejects… this was kind of fun.
I really liked this one because he looks like such a badass in it.
This one cracked me up and I liked it, but decided ultimately that wasn’t the one I wanted to use.
But it gets funnier.
…and funnier…
…and eventually it becomes HILARIOUS.
Here’s the set on Flickr where you can see all of my 52 Weeks photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
Want to see the shots that ALMOST made it, but didn’t quite? Check these out!
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
I don’t wanna go to bed
but I’m… sooooo tired…
I think I’ll just… lay on this pillow here…
Problem: I dumped the pillow there in a hurry so it’s folded almost in half. Dog is too big for pillow. And also IT’S ALL OF A FOOT FROM THE CRATE. JUST GO TO BED AUGGIE.
I thought for sure he’d get up when I stood up to get the camera, and usually when I turn it on and the lense extends he moves, but he lifted his head and looked at me… then put his head back down. Sooooo tired…
You can see his crate door in this one. Seriously, he’s that close to it. I actually had the pillow laying NEXT to his crate a while back and he would still lay on the pillow instead of the crate. Just a change of scenery I guess…
How can this be comfortable…?
Okay seriously. There’s no way that’s comfortable.
Little feets hanging off the back.
“Hi baby. Why don’t you just get in your crate? You fit in there.”
“No,” he said, and puts his head back down.
He stayed there for another ten minutes and JUST NOW finally got up and got in his crate. Weird dog.
For Sale
One small fuzzy monster. Smells a bit. Very annoying. Can communicate with wookies.
The old ones only sell when they are on clearance because they are not cute tiny puppies anymore so you have to clearance them.
And also he is defective. Like not right in the head. And he has funny front feet.
And he may or may not try to devour you. Feet first!
Blanket Fort
Normally you get no snow days in radio. Never mind the fact that I rarely got snow days when I was a kid in school too, but there’s pretty much no such thing in radio. You have to be there every day. The show MUST go on.
We had an impending snow storm coming, so Tuesday I made it to work (and was the only one of my co-workers in the front office who made it there) and not only did Tuesday’s work, but on the suggestion of our business manager, I did Wednesday’s work too – just in case I wouldn’t be able to make it in on Wednesday.
Tuesday night I was scoffing. “This is ridiculous. EIGHTEEN INCHES of snow they said. There’s maybe a couple out there. MAYBE a couple. How stupid. And I did all that work ahead of time! Now I’m going to be soooo bored at work with nothing to do all day!”
Wednesday morning I woke up to discover my dad couldn’t even get out of our street in his truck and almost didn’t even make it back to our house and up the drive once he gave up and decided to come back home. No way was my Impala going somewhere if his truck couldn’t make it out.
Soooo… SNOW DAY!
And what do you do on a snow day? Well, besides shoveling a ton of snow once it stops snowing and digging out your car from under all the snow so you can get to work tomorrow if they finally plow your street, you build BLANKET FORTS.
Do not enter the Blanket Fort. Do not disturb the puppy monster.
My hair is a mess from being stuffed underneath a hat a couple times.
A remote shutter release would be very, very handy.
52 Weeks of Auggie – 4/52 Oh The Places You’ll Go
We were supposed to get out of the house for this one. The weather sucks here so taking the dog anywhere OUTSIDE was not going to happen.
So I took my dog to work with me.
Here’s the set on Flickr where you can see all of my 52 Weeks photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
Want to see the shots that ALMOST made it, but didn’t quite? Check these out!
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
My dog is going to devour me
First he leaned over, all sweet-like and gave my foot a teeny, tiny little lick. He knows I don’t like him to lick my feet but it was like a little kissy-kiss and that was it. No obsessive, slobbery licking. Just a little lick.
Then he leaned over and gave my big toe a NIBBLE.
He’s NEVER done that before. WTF. Just with his front teeth, he went nibble-nibble.
My mom told me this would happen. “If you feed the dog raw meat, how will he know the difference between raw meat and… well… you?”
And I said “If I wake up in the middle of the night and he’s eating my feet, I guess we’ll know it’s a problem.”
He didn’t even wait until I went to sleep! He just plain decided to try eating my foot.
Weird dog.
January 15th & 16th 2011 Trial
Here is video of our runs! Apologies they are not that great, my mom was camerawoman again and until I can train her to record better, this is what we get!
Pretty happy with our runs overall even though we only Q’d 2/4. His times (YPS) were good each run including the NQ runs. Not where I really want them and definitely not as fast as he can be, but it’s a definite improvement over a year ago.
His jumping was terrible in our first run but it started to improve through the next three runs. I can’t say I’m surprised since we haven’t been able to do hardly any practice. I got in a few days worth between finding out we were going to be in the trial and then getting just enough slick snow on the ground that he actually slipped and faceplanted – hard – Monday. Tuesday I took him to the chiropractor and he was out of alignment in his shoulder, elbow, and wrist, which he isn’t usually… and she said even his jaw was a little out of alignment. So no more practice for us after that because there was just enough snow on the ground to make it slick and I wasn’t going to risk him getting hurt. Also no more trials until Louisville in March so hopefully we’ll get enough of a thaw I can work with him and improve his jumping plenty before then.
Also, I don’t own a triple, and I need one. The triple in the standard run Sunday I knew was going to be a problem for him based on the angle AND the fact that the a-frame was right there like “hellooo, come run up me!!” and it turned out to be a problem for both his brother AND his dad too, so I’m not really surprised by that one – but the triple on Saturday shouldn’t really have happened, and if I owned one and we were able to practice with it, I would have had a Q that day. But oh well. I can’t do anything about it now except to build myself a triple and get to work.
I was sort of surprised Sunday when he decided to off-course to the a-frame instead of taking the dog walk. He used to love the a-frame, but we had an issue one time where a judge, wearing clothing that AKC highly recommends they do not wear, was standing RIGHT in his way by the a-frame and he refused it… and then developed buggies with the a-frame and refused it for multiple trials after that. So I was actually kind of glad to see him off-course to it. I know that sounds weird, but it’s the truth. I started laughing and telling him he was so bad, and when I brought him back and he tried to off-course it again I wanted to crack up hysterically. It was just so funny to me. And I know there are people out there who DIE when that stuff happens and get SOOOO mad at their dogs, and there I was going “You are SO bad, you bratface, bad bad bad,” and laughing. I know a lot of people were laughing at me but I’m sure there were people who were horrified that I was so amused by it all.
But the truth of it is that every time he does something like that – or like he did in Glen Carbon where he blew his down contact on the dog walk – I can’t do anything but laugh, because it symbolizes a return to the dog he used to be. As long as he is running with joy, I can’t be angry. We’ve been through too much and worked too hard to get him to start returning to that joyful dog that every sign I get that he is developing into the dog I want him to be, even if it’s “bad,” even if it costs us Q’s, is a reason for ME to be joyful too, ribbons be damned.
And even if it takes us five years to snag the QQ’s we need for a PAX – or even if we never manage it – if I can’t get us there with smiles on our faces and joy in our hearts, then it’s just not worth it.
Black & White Photos… or Photo 101 Deja Vu
These were shot while working on the black & white theme for the 52 Week Project, and most of them weren’t really spectacular or interesting enough to even be in the running for the winning shot, but some came out cute so I thought I’d share…
Chew chew chew leg
I really wanted something cute with that soccer ball involved, but he just wasn’t having it.
I believe this is Auggie’s turtle impression?
More chew legs.
If the focus on this one had been better it might have been in the running for my pick for the week, LOL.
Tired little boy. Agility practice makes for a tired dog, and that makes me happy, except when I’m trying to get some interesting photos and he’s trying to sleep on the job.
I almost wanted to use this one… I just set the camera down and clicked.
The shot I liked but with the focus reversed.
I was trying something new and got a few cute shots, but my light was on the other side of the blanket here so almost NONE of them came out properly focused. This is the only one that come out okay. I got some good shots that weren’t in focus, too. =P
Hello Ladies.
Look at your dog.
Now back to me.
Now back to your dog – now back to me.
Sadly, your dog isn’t me. But if he stopped using minty-flavoured chewies and switched to bully sticks… he could smell like me.
I’m on a horse.
(This is why all the bitches love Auggie.)
52 Weeks of Auggie – 2/52 It’s All Black & White
For this week, we were to shoot in black & white. I don’t shoot much in black & white… and I don’t think I’ve taken ANY black & white shots of Auggie in the entire five years I’ve had him, so this was kind of an interesting challenge. It also took me back to when I was in Photo 101 (though that wasn’t the last time I shot in black & white, it was certainly when I did the MOSt shooting in black & white.)
I took a LOT of shots for this and narrowed them down to just a few, and for some reason I just really liked this one… so this is what I went with. It’s a bit grainy, I over-sharpened it just a bit, but it sort of reminds me of when I’d be in the darkroom and there would be dust on my film or the enlarger and that angry fit you throw when you get all kinds of dust and scratches on your print as a result…
Here’s the set on Flickr where you can see all of my 52 Weeks photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
Want to see the shots that ALMOST made it, but didn’t quite? Check these out!
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
Um… uh-oh!
I entered an agility trial, but I sent my entry in pretty late… with the holidays and all, I kept forgetting. I ended up on the wait list, and then the trial closed, but they were keeping a post-closing wait list. I didn’t specifically ask to be on the post-close wait list, so I figured I just didn’t get in and kind of forgot about it.
Well, I just got an e-mail – and we ARE in. OMG. It’s not this coming weekend, but the next one. I don’t even have a hotel booked. I need to find somebody to cover the football game at work if I’m going. OMG OMG OMG. And besides one day last week when we had a really nice warm-up and everything melted and thawed, I haven’t hardly done ANYTHING agility-wise with Auggie.
$&@*%)@%@**@)(@)$@!!!!
(In all seriousness though, I’m EXCITED that we can go trial again. And I asked Auggie if he wanted to “go agility” and he flipped out.)
52 Weeks of Auggie – 1/52 First Is The Worst
For the 52 Week project, week 1, the theme was “first is the worst,” or dogs behaving badly. MY dog? Behaving BADLY? No way.
Getting Auggie to behave naughty was not difficult. The hardest part of this was picking out which of his destroyed toys to take out of the “need to be sewn back together” pile and give to him to let him rip up some more.
I have a set on Flickr where all of these will be hosted if you’d like to just view all the photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
Want to see the shots that ALMOST made it, but didn’t quite? Check these out!
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
Auggie’s Christmas Toys – Part 1
For Christmas, I ordered Auggie some new puzzle toys off Amazon. I racked up a few Amazon gift cards using Swagbucks so it was pretty cheap to order a handful for him. Tonight I gave Auggie his dinner in the Kyjen Paw Hide toy. Below is a video of how he did with it, sped up. I thought this might help since people are always asking about puzzle toys and treat dispensing toys and stuff. My main comments are in the video description.
It took him ten minutes, including the times he stopped and stared at me like “helloooooo, I’m supposed to be getting DINNER here…” and his half a minute barking fit (Auggie temper tantrum – I’m surprised it only lasted 30 seconds, but I think he was hungry.)
I’m not over the moon about it, but it only really cost me $5 out of pocket, so it’s not a huge loss if it doesn’t work out well. I might be able to sell it to some other agility people with border collies if I continue to be lukewarm about it.
I also bought him the treat wheel and I’m thinking I will like that one more. I wish the cups weren’t so darn flimsy though, they are the same in the treat wheel. There’s no way I can give him this and then go cook dinner, because I know he’d start chewing on the cups and would break them, and he’s not even a “chewer” the way some dogs are. The tug-a-jug and other puzzle toys I have, I feel confident in giving those to him and walking away… this one, nope. Kind of a bummer since I was hoping to get some more stuff to keep him occupied and leaving me alone. But at least it only cost me $5. I didn’t buy the star spinner which is the one that doesn’t have cups… I sort of wish I had to see if my opinion would improve without the flimsy cup aspect.
52 Weeks of Auggie – 0/52 Right Hand (Wo)Man
I have joined a photography project for the year of 2011. It’s a 52 week project (rather than the popular 356 day project) so you take one photo every week. This week is week 0, so just a “practice” week where everybody was making sure they could get their photos uploaded and everything. The theme was “Right Hand (Wo)Man” or just a shot to establish who your subject is going to be for the project.
Mine, of course, is Auggie… since he’s all I’ve got.
For now.
The group for this project is on Flickr, so I have a set on Flickr where all of these will be hosted if you’d like to just view all the photos in one go:
52 Weeks of Auggie
I also made a set where I upload a few of the shots that came REALLY close to being “the one” out of all the photos I snapped. I tend to shoot a LOT and only select a few to upload and post anyway, and for this project I narrow it down even further to a handful of photos in the running to be the one photo. These are the few photos that I passed over in favour of the photo shown above. Or, as I call them… The Rejects.
52 Weeks of Auggie – The Rejects
The nice thing about dogs
Last night my mom and I were putting all of the Christmas decor away – or at least attempting to. Our Christmas stuff all goes in a closet underneath the stairs in the basement. She said there was some stuff way in the back that might be okay to be donated or thrown away to make a bit more room, so I climbed into the closet and was going to pull all the stuff out that was wedged all the way in the back. It was COVERED with dust and dirt, and there’s no light in the closet, so I’m holding a flashlight in one hand, and very carefully pulling each box out with the other, moving it a bit and waiting to see if any spiders went scampering, then pulling it out the rest of the way.
So I’m under the stairs going “ugh, this is nasty,” and my mom is going “Yeah, there’s probably spiders in there.” “Waaaah!” I whine. “But probably no mice,” she says. “Probably just spiders.”
I reach for a box and move it just a bit to see if anything goes running – and RIGHT at that moment, SOMETHING FUZZY BRUSHES UP AGAINST MY BACK.
I FREAK out because there shouldn’t be anything fuzzy brushing up against my back! WTF?! I drop the box I just moved, drop the flashlight, I’m screaming, and I SPIN around…
and Auggie is standing there staring at me.
And I immediately start swearing and telling him I’m going to murder him. And he just smiles at me and wags his tail because I’m telling him I’m going to kill him again. And my mom is going “What, what?!” because I screamed, so I start telling her what happened, and it’s rather funny anyway but made even funnier by the fact that I continue to swear at the dog and threaten his life. And of course my mom starts laughing because it’s HILARIOUS. She’s seriously laughing so hard she’s in tears. And the dumb dog of course thinks something fantastic has just happened and is wagging around like a moron.
I then had to spend the majority of the rest of the night continually picking the dog up and removing him from the closet under the stairs. I picked him up once and took him over to where his little round bed is, set him down in it, and told him to lay down. Which he did while making bitey face at my hands because he thought we were playing. No, this is not a game. Neither is repeatedly going under the stairs and having me say “Auggie, get OUT.” Okay, maybe it’s a game to you, but I’m not playing.
Finally I gave up, took him out to potty one last time, and then put him in his crate for the night. After about an hour my mom finally goes “Hey, where’s Auggie?”
“Oh, I got sick of him, so I put him in his crate. That’s the nice thing about dogs, you know. When you get sick of them, you stick them in their crate, and it’s not child abuse.”
A Very Auggie Christmas, 2010
Just about everything I asked for this year was for the dog… haaaa.
Our Christmas tree photos didn’t turn out that great though.
This would be cute if it were in focus. =<
STINKEYE. This is about what our family photos look like every year now so I can’t blame him. Somebody in our family needs to hurry up and reproduce so I don’t have to sit in front of the tree with my cousin for “kids photo” anymore. Seriously, I’m the youngest and I’m 26. I think we can stop the “kids photo” now.
Slightly mischievous look…
grumble…
more grumble…
can we be done now??
This is dumb. Let’s do something else.
And then we opened stockings. At 2AM. Because we came home at midnight and had to shovel the drive before we could even get the truck up the drive, then we opened presents a 1AM (while Auggie ran berserk the entire time with entirely too much energy for 1AM) and then decided to go ahead and just open the stockings.
I grabbed my P&S instead of the DSLR because I was too freaking tired to mess with the DSLR. And the flash was off at first. Bad idea.
OOOOH PENGUIN
I loves penguin
Oh yeah, there’s more…
Yet another sheep (of course.)
It makes snoring sounds. He was mildly fascinated.
Obligatory head in stocking shot.
He refused to fish the raccoon out of the stocking no matter how much I asked him to get it… he was becoming fascinated with the flash so finally I turned it back off.
The raccoon has a bottle inside of it and is open on the bottom so you can replace it. He was really excited once he realized there was a bottle in it!
Posing with stocking toys.
Then I made him pose with his Christmas gifts… no pictures of him pulling these out of the bag. He loved that sheep, especially since he was busy running amuck while we opened our gifts.
Gifts are all opened, stockings are opened, the tree is bare of gifts… so Auggie went under the tree to curl up. He does this and gets very upset when we start stacking gifts under the tree and there’s no room for him. I think it’s because he was born in November and in his puppyhood he spent a lot of time being naughty crawling underneath the Christmas tree at his breeder’s house, LOL.
Falling asleep under the tree… zzzzz
huhwha? No I’m awake…
He got a bully stick this morning and took it under there to eat. He also wants you all to know he ALMOST caught not only a squirrel, but ALSO a rabbit out in the yard, and he came swaggering back in looking quite proud of himself. Brat.
Clockwork
Auggie has certain things timed. I’m told he starts to get very antsy before I get home – running around and hovering by the door, waiting, because he knows I’m due home any minute. He definitely knows when dinner time is (sometimes even better than I do – he’ll be doing the Dinnertime Dance and I’m like “Dude, calm down, it’s not time for – oh. Oh yes it is. Sorry.”)
But the strangest thing he has timed… is knowing EXACTLY how long he has to fool around outside and make it back up to the stairs once I’ve said “If I have to come get you, you’re in BIG TROUBLE – okay, you’re in BIG TROUBLE.” The dog somehow has it timed. He knows how long it takes me to threaten him, turn around, go slip my shoes on, grab my coat, and step back to the door. Because it NEVER FAILS. I get my shoes, grab my coat, and open the door… and he’s standing there innocently like he’s been waiting the whole time to come back in.
I don’t know how he does it, but this is a skill he has perfected.
And I hate him for it.
Teaching Auggie to smile
I’ve decided it would be incredibly handy to teach Auggie to smile on command. Sometimes in the face of treats Auggie becomes SERIOUS DOG and doesn’t give me a smile… so if I’m trying to pose him and I have treats on me while I do this, I get SERIOUS AUGGIE IS SERIOUS photos instead of a normal goofy looking Auggie. Therefore, if I can be holding a treat and tell Auggie “smile!” and he will smile, I will get PERFECT pictures!! It’s genius, you see.
Except I forgot that my dog is an idiot and while trying to teach him a new trick he immediately begins offering up every single trick he already knows, or other things we’ve been working on. Like I’ve been working on cop-cop with him on and off for ages, so when doing heeling work, he attempts to get between my legs and stand on my feet. Or when trying to work on a down-stay, he likes to roll over.
The last trick I worked on with Auggie was teaching him to speak. I figured teaching smile would start rather the same, where I would click/treat any movement of the mouth, then start to narrow it down to the kind of open mouth expression I wanted. This was not a bad plan.
Except, again, I forgot that my dog is an idiot.
Therefore, this time, Auggie decided that I must want him to ROLL OVER WHILE BARKING.
Why, Auggie? Why? This is why I do things like buy a yellow submarine costume and put you in it.
Dear Santa…
I was very, very naughty this year.
I threw up on my mommy’s hardwood floor.
I ate something gross in the yard several times.
I totally blew the very last contact when I would have had a Q in an agility run, and then I laughed about it.
I woke my mommy up in the middle of the night approximately 20 hojillion times.
Sometimes I even finagled her into letting me sleep on her bed, and woke her up by standing on her back with my face shoved next to hers, smiling like a lunatic and staring.
I lie about having to go outside and potty at least once every day.
I have taken to biting at mommy’s knees and ankles because it’s fun.
I threw my twist n treat down the stairs, even when my mommy had just told me not to.
I got up to sniff a bitch in an obedience trial because that was more fun than a sit-stay.
Can I still have a baby brother anyway?
That darn Santa isn’t buying the whole “naughty” thing at all.
Snowtiems wit Auggiedoggie
Ohhhh hai. Is snowtiems wit Auggie!
Dis kinda deep snow.
HAVIN HARD TIME GETTIN ROUND HERE
kay now I run wheeeee!
Wheeeee! (ahhhh pure Auggie joy!)
Kay dats enuf.
No really. I ran in it once. Is okay.
No wai. Not going back out dere.
Mama said “desperate times call for desperate measures.” Then she picked me up and put me here in the snow. WHY???
Now what?
Gramma shovelin’ the driveway.
No, don’t wanna play in too deep snow.
No is kinda cold on my belly when I get in.
Why you do dis to me Mommy?
You throw me in another pile of snow. I ignore you.
WHY, Mommy? WHY?
Why you on other side of fence. Where you goin. Dis stuff is cold and I has snowballs on my feets.
Okay now we go inside. END OF SNOWTIEMS WIT AUGGIE.
Auggie attempts to communicate
I decided a while back that I might teach Auggie to speak. Part of me thought this was a terrible idea, for once I taught the dog to bark on cue, he might NEVER STOP. Another part of me thought, because he barks when he’s being bratty and playing, if I could get him to bark on command, I could also basically get him to be bratty on command. (I can hear you out there asking, but WHY would you want your dog to be bratty on command?? Well, the answer is because I’m crazy of course.)
Either way, I decided to just go ahead and do it. Tonight I sat down with the clicker, the dog, the big bucket of treats, and a plan… click any vocalization, no matter how quiet, that might be considered a bark. Whining, whimpering, grunting, wookie-noises, or various other attempts at talking were not to count… only what you might call a bark.
What happened next was so hilarious I had to actually stop and get out the video camera to record it and show people how absolutely ridiculous my dog is. So watch the video… and enjoy.
Auggie’s waggy tail
Auggie has many tail wags. There’s the full-on crazy dog wag, the “HAHA I AM SOOOO HILARIOUS” wag, a tentative wag when he’s trying to suss out if another dog is game for playing or not, the “okay, let’s play!” wag, the “OMG HI I MISSED YOU YOU HAVE BEEN GONE FOREEEEVER” wag I get when I first get home, the “I know I’m cute, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to pet me?” wag for strangers, the “ahh yes, now you’re petting me” wag for strangers…
I think my favourite, though, is the smaller wag. Maybe you could call it the “contented” wag. It’s the wag I get when I reach down to pet him. It’s the wag I get when he looks up at me with his eyes all big, and his tail goes. It’s the wag I get if he’s across the room and I say his name. Just a little, not a lot. Sometimes it may only wag a few times. Sometimes it wags and wags and wags. It’s not big and crazy and fast, but back and forth and even a little slow, quiet-like, almost thoughtful.
Yeah… that’s my favourite wag.
I’d like to train him to wag his tail on command, but I bet it would end up being the CRAZY DOG wag instead of this wag.
