




Welcome to the blog about a dog. Mason is a labradoodle and a guide dog puppy for the Guide Dogs of Texas.
The adults had their turn at the sack races. Though a bit less graceful than the children they still had fun and we enjoyed watching them.
Firefighters came with their truck but had to leave shortly afterwards to go on a call. A local policeman and Judge Karen Crouch also came to participate in the activities. It was a great night out for neighbors to get to know their neighbors and have a fun time together.
Mason now weighs 39 pounds. That's only 1 pound less than his mother and 6 pounds less than his father. He was born to Amelia and Mudgee of Dixie's Doodles near Austin, Texas on January 27th, 2007.
The e-collar tended to catch things. It was really handy while eating a bone. It acted like a doggy T.V. tray.
When he couldn’t get the last bite he could always stand up and drop the rest on the floor. On the other hand, the e-collar caught a few things it shouldn’t have. Mason would get a piece of foam left under the furniture by the carpet cleaners. Even when told not too it was just too tempting. When confronted he tried to look very innocent but the evidence gave him away.
The cone wasn’t that much fun for us either. Mason often misjudged the width of the cone. He’d come running too us and hit us from behind. No, we won’t miss the cone. We kept up with Mason’s training, e-collar or not. We got many strange looks at the mall when we took Mason for walks. We also were asked many time why he was wearing the cone. When we told them that he was neutered the responses were interesting. The women would usually have a sympathetic comment like, “Ohhh, the poor little puppy.” The men, however, rarely said anything. They just winced.
After a long walk it was nice to come home and have a good rest.
The cone served it’s purpose. Mason’s incision healed very well. When we took the cone off he didn’t even bother with it. The first thing he did was give his neck a good scratch. The next thing he did was lick other places he hadn’t been able to reach for many days. Oh, the joy of being a dog.