Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Camp Clown-head

I've got a plethora of absurd "pet" names for our hord of pets... the most-used name for the Newf pups is "Clown-Head". Starr believes he is assistant manager of the farm, barking at Brian whenever his inner clock tells him that Brian is late doing something. Starr knows when the school bus will arrive, he knows when it is bed time for the barn babies, and he watches Brian read bedtime stories to Angeni, barking his protests at certain stories. Unfortunately, he starts the morning rising ritual around 4:30 AM - barking to make sure Brian makes it to the barn for equine breakfast. He is hilarious... His sister, Maxine the Drooler, was trained by the ghost of Pavlov. She could win awards for salivating... Normally mellow, Max becomes a disciplinarian to the chickens and cats. Where is Cesar Milan, the dog whisperer?

This past week Angeni has been home - no camp in Hanover. The dogs are delighted to have her here, to run in the swamp with, chase ground hogs, and bring me wonderful things like styrofoam take-out containers from the neighbour's recycling, or headless raccoons (supper?) and other wonderful dog things. Spunky and Pook, although elderly now, contribute in their own ways to the chaos at Camp Clown-head. Sigh...

Unfortunately, that makes me camp director.

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