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Maggie Cummings
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Bob is used by Corvallis Senior Dog Rescue to attract crowds who are then talked to about adopting an old dog. And believe me, Bob attracts the crowds. John and Mark showed up at my house with a big SUV and it took both of them to lift him up into the back. All the way there I could hear John, "No Bob, stop that Bob, no Bob". And I was really laughing, No Bob? Are you serious? Anyhow, as we walked Bob from the SUV to the pen they had for him we were surrounded by a large crowd who were chanting, "go Bob go Bob" very rhythmically...
Here is John putting a dog scarf on Bob...yeah right"
It rained and the grass under Bob turned to mud...but Bob was game and did attract a large crowd...and John was insistent that Bob wear that scarf. There really is no good chin for a scarf on a Sulcata...John soon learned...
Some of the crowd. I sure did see how the dogs reacted to Bob. They were scared and threatened by him, some growled and barked and really raised a fuss...
All winter here in the PacificNorthWest Bob spent a lot of time in his shed. I ran a humidifier from time to time, but he really didn't drink enough. To look at him he even looks dry. So I knew as soon as I could I was going to have a soaking pool for Bob.
So last Monday I bought a pool and started my digging. I was wearing flip flops and used my one shovel and dug off and on all day Monday and Tuesday. By Wednesday I knew I was hating this project, I was walking hunched over and using a cane. So I hired a guy. He brought pails of pea gravel, 2 levels, and 3 different types of shovels. And I had one shovel and my flip flops. Ha. So in about an hour he had the correct hole dug, he said I was making it too deep. He leveled the bottom and spread the pea gravel. I was just going to have a dirt bottom, shows ya what I know. So here is the end result...Bob is sniffing it and checking it out...
He did not exactly jump right in...I wanted to push him in like my older cousin did to me to teach me how to swim when I was 10. She pushed me into the 12 foot deep lake off the deck...
He was not too excited by this new thing. And I really thought he WOULD be excited by it and act a lot happier than he was...I certainly was excited by it...
And in he goes...I actually had to sit down and push him in with both of my feet. It was the only way he was going in...the jerk...
So he immediately tries to get out. He's smashing the plastic door and all the water is rushing out, good thing there's all that pea gravel under the pool...
It certainly is rather anticlimactic...I thought he would take a big drink...at least I hoped he would...
But, nope...all he did was try to climb out...
He smashed the door...
and went back immediately to grazing...he was not in the least interested in that pool no matter how much work involved nor how much it cost me...oh well...why do I even try???
Here is John putting a dog scarf on Bob...yeah right"

It rained and the grass under Bob turned to mud...but Bob was game and did attract a large crowd...and John was insistent that Bob wear that scarf. There really is no good chin for a scarf on a Sulcata...John soon learned...

Some of the crowd. I sure did see how the dogs reacted to Bob. They were scared and threatened by him, some growled and barked and really raised a fuss...

All winter here in the PacificNorthWest Bob spent a lot of time in his shed. I ran a humidifier from time to time, but he really didn't drink enough. To look at him he even looks dry. So I knew as soon as I could I was going to have a soaking pool for Bob.
So last Monday I bought a pool and started my digging. I was wearing flip flops and used my one shovel and dug off and on all day Monday and Tuesday. By Wednesday I knew I was hating this project, I was walking hunched over and using a cane. So I hired a guy. He brought pails of pea gravel, 2 levels, and 3 different types of shovels. And I had one shovel and my flip flops. Ha. So in about an hour he had the correct hole dug, he said I was making it too deep. He leveled the bottom and spread the pea gravel. I was just going to have a dirt bottom, shows ya what I know. So here is the end result...Bob is sniffing it and checking it out...

He did not exactly jump right in...I wanted to push him in like my older cousin did to me to teach me how to swim when I was 10. She pushed me into the 12 foot deep lake off the deck...

He was not too excited by this new thing. And I really thought he WOULD be excited by it and act a lot happier than he was...I certainly was excited by it...

And in he goes...I actually had to sit down and push him in with both of my feet. It was the only way he was going in...the jerk...

So he immediately tries to get out. He's smashing the plastic door and all the water is rushing out, good thing there's all that pea gravel under the pool...

It certainly is rather anticlimactic...I thought he would take a big drink...at least I hoped he would...

But, nope...all he did was try to climb out...

He smashed the door...

and went back immediately to grazing...he was not in the least interested in that pool no matter how much work involved nor how much it cost me...oh well...why do I even try???
