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My Boys

It's been a while since I posted some pet pics, mainly because these two won't sit still for more than a second at a time. But here's Beau with his perpetual grin. He's noisy and playful and a big marshmallow, but a bit of a coward when it comes to cars, loud noises and strangers.

Shadow is still slightly smaller than his brother, and the quieter, sneaky one I have to watch; he rarely makes much noise. He isn't afraid of anything at all, and he's bonded with me and defends me like a guard dog, even going after Beau if he thinks he's playing too rough.

They'll be a year old at the end of May, and have basically settled down. They love to play Frisbee and we're starting to property-line train them now, although I prefer to keep them on a lead when we go out in the yard.

An ongoing problem is that both of the pups are still perpetual chewers -- I've never had any dogs that loved to chew as much as these two -- and they have a thing for gnawing on wood especially. This is why I have lots of bite marks on my sewing room chair legs and my antique table in the hall. We're working on that by giving them rawhide alternative chews and gently correcting them when we catch them (scolding and expressions of disappointment make them hide under the kitchen table.) I've always said you can have nice things, or you can have pets; I'd rather have pets. :)

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