The Other Dog

You've met Dixie. You might as well meet this dog, Rupert. I'm a bit miffed at Rupert, because he ran off with Dixie last night and I thought they were gone for good. It was very distressing, and so he's not made it back in my good graces yet. You see, Rupert is a wild man.

He is a wild man, and that is why I could not get him to sit still for one measly picture. His love for roaming the streets and the neighborhood has landed him in a dog pen. We hate it. We really do, but it's for his good and ours. Before his life confined to the pen, he'd roam the area and would pick fights with other dogs. Or neighbors would call and say, "We have your dog." But we take pity on him and let him out to romp from time to time. Dixie loooooves Rupert. She is always up for a good wrestling match with him. It's like the WW Smackdown...not that I watch that stuff....

Is it me, or is Dixie looking like something out of a horror movie in this picture?

Ooooooo. Scary. Anyway, right after this picture was taken Rupert and Dixie made a mad dash around the house, and when Fep and I went to follow them they were gone. Poof. Disappeared. The reason it was so unsettling is that we live in a rural area where any animal can very easily become road kill, and Rupert and Dixie did not come back until after dark. So, I have vowed that it will be a long time before I give Rupert another romp. The Bob has vowed he will work on his obedience training some more. That's probably the better option.