The (Un)Official Permie's Dog Picture Thread

Chase [the wannabe Anatolian] and Bear [the wannabe Mastiff].  We bought Chase from the pound. Bear adopted us (should have stayed with my other choice for his name - Tank).

Wasn't long after becoming dog people again that I figured out they needed more play room than the deck on three sides of the house. Accordingly, I built "The Swamp," here in our little part of the Eastern Washington Desert. Its the entire upper yard wrapped around with cedar and cyclone fencing.

Wasn't long after building the swamp, I figured out I was lazy. So I cut a section of the deck railing out and built stairs down into The Swamp, saving us from having to go down the short main stairs, walk the five feet to the Swamp gate, and let the pups loose.

Of course, all of this run space needed to be secure, since we're forty years into the city. As such, I had to build and add four gates.

Bear's alias could be Morpheus. One day he's a mole. The next day, he's a mouse. Then he's a circus dog (expert climber). This sums up to that he is an educator. At least to the extent he taught me a lot about making an escape proof doggie run.

First, Bear proved he could dig.  I had some fence fabric left, so I laid it on the ground, inside the pen. That worked to obstruct his digging. Except that Bear was an expert at showing me where I had left 4" of space between sections. That resulted in a lot of repairs, and proof Bear could do that mouse thing and squeeze through impossibly small gaps.

In the course of Bear proofing the fence, I was forced to take advantage of the abundance of rocks around the place by stacking them around the fence. So when Bear managed to dig under, the rocks would thwart his operation.

I, finally, won.  That's when Bear taught us he is an expert climber.  We caught him in the act of climbing over the cyclone. It took him right around five seconds.

I bit the bullet and wrapped the entire house with an invisible fence. I won again. Until I didn't.

Bear figured out he could climb up on the poop can to get above the fence signal, then climb the outriggers I added to stop the wind from taking down the cedar part of the fence.  
I added brass hooks to the outside of the fence, to hold the invisible fence wire at about mid point. That has worked for a year, now.

Carla Burke wrote: We won't know her name until she tells us what it is, but I do have this picture of her, at 1 week old, and I'm already head over heels in love with her.

Oh what a beautiful wee girl.  Has she told you what her name is yet?

She must be at home with you by now.

Here's our 2 year old boy Beau in his Christmas hat

My Christmas present came early. I picked him up on Dec 7th.  Alcor is a Portuguese Podengo Pequeno.  The photo was staged by a friend who is a photographer.  She did have to edit out my hands...  
stocking by Dorothy  Pohorelow, on Flickr

Megan Palmer wrote:

Carla Burke wrote: We won't know her name until she tells us what it is, but I do have this picture of her, at 1 week old, and I'm already head over heels in love with her.

Oh what a beautiful wee girl.  Has she told you what her name is yet?

She must be at home with you by now.

Here's our 2 year old boy Beau in his Christmas hat

Her name is Vixen, lol. And she OWNS it! She's a sweet, FUNNY little imp!

Cooper visiting a customer, my wife's new dog.  Australian Sheperd and Border Collie mix.  Her Border Collie mix passed away 6 months ago and I snuck Cooper home for a visit just to test the waters a few days ago. I left with Cooper sleeping in her lap and think he is going to stick.  Now I can get my dog back from her though Freya, a Blackmouth Curr, has become fickle and seems to have become used to staying home.

I don't think I've posted here, so here goes.

Phoenix is a red standard poodle, about 3.5 years old.  He's a bit of a clown, but loves getting cuddles.  We got him as we were grieving the passing of Clover, our first standard poodle (we wound up with her littermate Blackjack as well for over a decade).  For whatever reason, I'd searched for poodle puppies after losing our girl and up popped a breeder in Miami (Manitoba that is) that had a few boys left that were 12 or so weeks old.  The day before we went to take a look, one of the apricot boys was spoken for, so we were down to a choice of two.  She Who Must Be Obeyed wanted the red, who has faded considerably.  The amusing thing is that his last remaining brother wound up a few blocks from us and we see Calvin occasionally.  

Grooming leaves a lot to be desired, but he's my excuse to go out and walk an average of about 4.8 km each morning.

Of course, this morning at -28C he blew a boot a couple blocks from home, but he was fine.

He loves snow and it's hard to get him back inside the house in winter.  He really enjoys spending time at the acreage where he gets more freedom than in the city.  

Our furry friends:

Rajah is a Romanian Carpathian Shepherd Dog, a LGD. He's 4 years old.
His superpower is to slip through hedges and effortlessly jump over fences. We had to make our gate of 1m20cm higher with vertical planks to keep him inside. Yes, he jumped the ivy covered wall on the background in the first photo. There are 'hinders' now, not pretty but very practical.
"Rajah" means King in sanskrit. But he's more a Joker, an eternal puppy in a very big, very agile, very huggable body :)

Rabble is a shorthaired bordercollie, now 10+ years old. Rabble wants to work. Or play, but only with people. This is sometimes (often) quite confusing for Rajah, ending in one dog holding his stance, the other galloping around having the time of his life. Guess who's who...
Rabble's super power is to command people. He'll intently look at you until he's got your gaze and then he barks commando's: "Food!", "Outside!" (to work, obviously), "Now!".