Flashback Friday : February 26, 2010 : Stopping for dinner on our way back from adopting Joules

We drove 5 hours to adopt Joules (pretty much could have gone to LA!) from the Central Valley Rescue Railroad. On the way back, after taking her out for a bathroom break, scaredy Joules would NOT get back into her too-small borrowed crate (she was already showing her stubborn streak!), so we let her hang out in the back seat. Her attempt to get close to the Mister’s taco was her first time she acted like a normal, non-freaked out dog.

 

Her short short hair was due to being shaved after living on the streets for more than 6 months (our best guess). As you can see, Joules looked like she gave at least 2 litters. According to the vet we took her to, she looks like she only gave one litter, and was most likely lived in a someone’s home, not a puppy mill cage, based on her comfort with being touched and groomed.

The last photo was her “mug shot”: her first photo upon being rescued from the city shelter by CVRR. When the Mister first showed me her photo, I said “THAT is a schnauzer?” Obviously, I am forever grateful of his judgement in picking out our first dog. ❤

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The Schnauzer Stalker Strikes Again!

Today, we met Ibis walking with his super cool mama. Ibis is very aloof like the way Joules usually is. But our wallflower Joules really took to handsome Ibis, and was the one who kept pulling towards him! She even did that thing when she stands up on her back legs and keeps scooting forwards so that the leash is taut and almost parallel with the ground! How unusual for Joules, right? Even Prescott kept his cool and didn’t try to dominate him. It’s so cool how dogs know who to trust right away.

Our new furiend seemed to warm to us in just a few minutes 🙂 We sure hope to see you around more, Ibis!

Sunday Funday: Father’s Day BBQ

Prescott loves the sun so much he will wedge his way in between the fence and edge of the deck to get it. And lay on mulch and/or plants. Joules, on the other hand, won’t walk on uneven or prickly surfaces like gravel, rocks, or mulch unless she HAS to follow us.

Prescott then left me a trail of mulch around the house showing where went looking for me when he came inside. *le sigh*

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads and Doggie Dads out there!