It is very rare for Bandit and Rion to share the crate like this.
Category: dogs
Happy Birthday Rion
Today, Rion is eleven years old. He was born to a mother who was in the Pikes Peak Humane Society foster program eleven years ago. We adopted him two months later, and this photo was taken the day after he came to live with us. The first few weeks he spent the nights in a crate on the bed so I would be able to take him out when he got restless. I used the orange quilt over the crate so it wouldn’t be too drafty for him.
Rion’s Tenth Birthday
According to his adoption records, Rion was born ten years ago on October 20 to a Miniature Schnauzer bitch in the Pikes Peak Humane Society foster program. He has had some health struggles over the years: the most severe of which is a seizure disorder, which developed when he was two. (Rion doesn’t have gentle, stare-at-the-wall seizures. His seizures fling his body across the room.) Fortunately, his seizures are completely controlled by a wonderful drug called Zonisamide, and he bounces around an agility course like a much younger dog. Considering the statistics on dogs with idiopathic epilepsy every happy, healthy year feels like a win.
Bandit and Caroline
This summer, my sister visited us for a short time. Bandit appreciated having another person in his fan club.
Groomed
Bandit and Rion both went to the Bad Place on Saturday. Bandit’s white areas are no longer dingy and Rion’s coat is no longer a magnet for burrs and other debris.
Unexpected
This is Rion’s crate. Both dogs have crates in the bedroom, but neither dog goes into Bandit’s crate during the day. This is only the second time that I’ve seen Rion and Bandit share a crate, and I was astonished that they stayed put long enough for me to take the photo. Usually, Rion forces Bandit out of the crate by staring until Bandit leaves, but I suppose that strategy didn’t work yesterday.
One Year
One year ago today, Bandit came to live with us. It’s been occasionally exciting, and not always in a good way, but life has settled down recently. He is doing well in agility class. His missing eye doesn’t seem to interfere with doing courses: his main issue has been getting overly excited by the other dogs. However, he is doing much better now at staying calm.
He has learned to sit politely and wait for an invitation before jumping up in my lap. He had some minor housebreaking issues when he arrived, but I am starting to trust him almost as much as Rion finally.
I hardly ever feel like I am trying to walk a small, uncooperative tank on the leash now. I don’t know if we will ever break him of his counter-surfing habit, but Jack and I have learned that we absolutely cannot trust him with food when we leave the room for more than thirty seconds.
Autumn Valley
I took the dogs for a walk yesterday, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. (The downside of the lovely weather is that we are under a Fire Weather warning today.) It’s cute to watch the dogs struggle to contain their enthusiasm since they are learning that I won’t attach their leashes until all four paws are on the ground.
Basking
Today we achieved a milestone: I took Bandit and Rion for a walk together. When Bandit first came to us he pulled so badly that I felt I had a sled dog on the other end of the leash: a big sled dog. He has learned not to pull nearly so hard, and sometimes even walks on a loose leash.
Every morning I make the bed, and every morning Bandit rearranges the pillows afterward. Rion never rearranges pillows, but he will take advantage of the nest that Bandit makes.
Bandit
Or as I affectionately call him El Bandido. Unfortunately, he does his best to live up to his name, and gets into everything, not just rattlesnakes. I like the way he seems to be winking in this photo.