Opposites - Henry and Dexter

Dogs from the same parents don't always look alike. I've been noticing in my time at Camp Nashville that Henry and Dexter look alike in an opposite kind of way.

Where Henry is white, Dexter is black. Where Dexter is white, Henry is black.

Sometimes you can't tell where one begins and the other one ends. I think this picture makes them look like a two headed dog.

Other times they look like they are striking the same pose, in opposite directions.

And sometimes Henry has just worn his big brother out, so Dexter just gets under the sofa and keeps an eye out for him.

Smart move, Dexter! 

Camp Nashville

Every summer the mom and dad go somewhere. Henry and I get to go and spend a couple of weeks in Nashville with Dexter and Polly. The girl and the boyfriend (now the husband) let us live with them while our parents are away.

We get to go to new places, sleep with the extended family....













               play in the water.....

 

and see Lily and the sister.

Our family tree is a little confusing. We have the same parents as the girl and the sister, so they think we are their sister and brother. That would make us aunt and uncle to Dexter, Polly, and Lily. But Dexter is Henry's real life brother - so it is kind of messy, just like some people families I know. All I know is that it is really fun when we are all together. I have so much fun that I forget to miss the mom and the dad.

Playing "ghost" with Henry

I think I have already mentioned that Henry loves to play - and play, and play, and play. I like to play sometimes - mostly in the morning when the mom and dad are getting ready to go work. Most games that we dogs play are versions of fetch, chase, or tug of war. Henry and I have a special game we play on the bed. The mom has named it  "ghost".

When there are brown sheets on the bed, we play a different version. The mom calls it "chocolate ghost". Sometimes the cats join in. Henry is always the ghost - and he always decides when we are going to play. It makes the mom and dad laugh.

Lily Grace

We just can't wait to meet her! We love the sister and know that her puppy is just going to be wonderful.


















She's here! We all love her, but from the very beginning Henry had a very special love for Lily Grace. Isn't she beautiful? And she's so smart. She also puts the rest of us to shame with her good manners.

Henry doesn't share his bed with just anyone!

A New Puppy in the Family

Dexter and Polly are getting ready for some pretty big events. The girl and the boy are getting married! And, the sister is moving to Nashville. She is actually going to live in a guest house in Dexter and Polly's backyard. That's not the biggest news, though.


What we are really excited about is that she is going to rescue a puppy!!! 

Dexter and Polly can't wait to see the new puppy. They look everyday to see if the new puppy has joined the sister in the guest house.

We're all pretty excited.....

Family Weekends

I'm a great jumper, but I'm not the only dog in the extended family with a special talent. Polly, who belongs to the girl, can scream like a woman.

When Polly visits us in Chattanooga, she spends the weekend hunting for cats and squirrels. Our cats are smart enough to vacate the house when Polly and Dexter visit, but occasionally Polly spots one. Then I have to hold my ears, because it sets off a chain reaction.

Polly spots a cat...Polly screams like a woman having her fingernails pulled off with pliers...Dexter and Henry turn and look at each other and start howling like werewolves greeting a full moon...the people (all of them) are just as noisy shouting commands for everyone to be quiet...I hide under a sofa pillow...the cats run away...the guest dogs usually just start barking.

You won't believe this unless you hear and see it for yourself!

Secret Talents

A girl's got to have some secrets. I kept a secret from my new family. I may be tiny with short little legs, but I am a magnificent jumper. The mom and dad put a little stool by the bed so that I can jump on by myself. It's cute and I used it - but what they didn't know is that I didn't really need it at all.

My secret was let out of the bag one night when the dad left some chicken wings on the counter. In my old life, I never ate dog food - just people food, and I have really been missing it. I could smell it and remembered how good chicken wings taste. I simply jumped up on the bar stool (over three feet high, if I might brag) and then made the short hop to the counter. Boy, was Henry mad. He could smell them, too, but I wasn't going to share. I was on about the fifth wing (I even ate the bones) when I heard the car come back. Do I get down? Or just dig into another wing? I didn't play this right at all. If I had just jumped down, I am sure that Henry would have taken the fall for this - who would ever guess that I could get on the counter? Or eat my weight in chicken?

The mom and dad came in and saw it all. Me, on the counter, with sauce all over my face. They don't put barstools at the counter any more. And, I have to jump on the bed with no help from the stool. It was almost worth it!