Doggies . . . in the Window, Etc.

 

Meet Ozzie.

Ozzie came over to the Lovestead for a visit yesterday.  His human mom and dad are my sister-in-law Joyce and my brother Kevin. 

Ozzie lives in Frenchtown, Mont., but he was born in Cocolalla, just south of Sandpoint. 

I haven't seen Ozzie since he was a pup at Easter time. He has grown considerably since then.

That's Ozzie in Joyce's (third from right) arms at Easter. Other family dogs include Colter, Callie, Remi, Foster, Bridie, Joe and Bailey. 
 

Although he did meet Bridie and Foster at our Easter picnic at Boundary Creek (above), there wasn't much familiarity when Ozzie came to the door to our home yesterday. 

There were snarls, though.  

Bridie's snarls were quiet but numerous and obvious, so she first went in the crate, then to the crate in the garage and finally outside. 

In the meantime, Foster and Ozzie co-existed in the living room while humans visited, except for times when Ozzie dared sniff in Foster's private places.

When that happened, Foster let out his characteristic intimidating snarl to which Ozzie immediately complied. 

Eventually, after listening to Bridie whine from the garage, we let her outside.  

It was difficult for her to climb up on the bench, look through the front window and see Ozzie enjoying himself and receiving lots of nice puppy love from adults. 

Kinda reminded me of the three bears and Goldilocks, only, in this case, Bridie could watch through the window the "someone" who had invaded HER house. 

I don't think Ozzie had any bad intent, but I'm sure that whenever he jumped on the couch and looked at Bridie through the window from the comfort of that warm living room---his actions may not have set well with our Border Collie in the window.

No dogs were harmed in all these interactions, but some might not have been that happy. And, later, I did wash a lot of doggie smudge marks from both sides of the windows.

Toward the end of the human visit, Bridie was allowed to come back into the house where she and Ozzie enjoyed a fairly long sniff-off UNTIL that upper lip started wiggling allowing some pretty good views of the teeth. 

So, it was back into the crate, but not for very long. 

As far as the humans living at the Lovestead, we were pretty pleased to have Ozzie come over for a visit. 

He's a  . . . . GOOD DOG! 

Worth Sharing:  a fine young man whom Sandpoint has sent out to the world. 

This weekend we watched Brandon walk out onto the field for his final collegiate game [University of Montana Grizzlies]. 

He played in 50 games, starting 44 games in a row. He never missed a winter conditioning and missed only 2 practices to attend the funerals of his uncle and grandfather. 

In the new world of college football, his determination, loyalty and pride in the Griz program is something that you don’t see that often. 

We are so grateful for his teammates, coaches, mentors, friends, the Sandpoint community and for our Casey and Parker families for their unwavering support of big #66. 

He walked off the field healthy and that’s all we ever wanted. Now onto his next chapter. 

Way to go B! We love you.

                                                          --Anne Marie Parker Casey

Note:  We Love's have been fortunate to know Brandon as a family friend and even as a hay hand. He is an amazing and dedicated human being. 

I like the amount of snow we received yesterday---enough to brighten things up, not enough to hamper our desire to walk around the place. 

If we could have snow dumps like yesterday's through the winter, I would never complain. 

A few dry, fairly pleasant days lie ahead, so it should be a good week for enjoying our walks around the place. 

Happy Monday.