All the comforts of home.....

I've often said that Bono is not the sharpest knife in the drawer. However, he is smart enough to know comfort when he sees it. The little sneak! Just goes to show that I don't need to let any pillows stay on the floor. :)

Cuteness!

Isn't that just too cute?!

Training II!

I've been working with Bono some more, and it's going great! Yesterday, every time I went in my room, he would come in with me and curl up in the crate. It's wonderful progress. More pictures of him in the crate are below:

Training!

Bono has a fear of loud noises, mainly fireworks and thunderstorms. After spending two nights comforting Bono, one of them at 2:00 a.m., my family and I were ready to try anything! Dad suggested getting out Bono's old crate, but I was dubious. Bono has bad crate memories, since he used to be destructive and was therefore always crated when we were out. But we got it out anyway, figuring it was worth a try. However, I was pleasantly surprised! Bono is really fine with it. He's gone in all the way and laid down a few times, and half-way in even more! I am going through lots of treats because every time I go in my room, I tell Bono "Crate!" and toss a treat in the crate. It's working great!

Puppy Baths!

Here it is! The promised picture of Tallie and Bono's bath time. Both washings were uneventful, with Dad holding each dog in turn while I vigorously scrubbed them from head to tail. After Big Boy was washed, he watched in fiendish amusement from his towel as Tallie submitted to being soaked, shampooed, and rinsed. Tallie was a lot more reluctant to be bathed, and I had to drag her along to the "wash stand."

Dog Washing!

For weeks, Mom has been complaining about Bono's Stench - with a capital "S!" It was a perfect day for dog washing today, so I decided to bite the proverbial bullet and get it done. After fifteen minutes of trying to hook up the hose (don't ask me why it wouldn't work!), and assembling the necessary items - such as shampoo, towels, the hose, and a pair of disposable gloves (the need for which I leave to your imagination), I got Bono out of the house. Big mistake! For, at that exact moment, one Great Dane and one Chow scrambled across our neighbors' yard, and Bono decided to go play. Of course, I hollered for him to come back and ran across the street and finally got him back in our yard to begin the dog washing. Today was one of Bono's few-and-far-between ornery days. He would not stand still; he shook all over me, on purpose I think!; he tried to roll in the grass; he wouldn't stay long enough for me to turn the hose off; he knocked the shampoo bottle over; that's to name a few! Below are some pictures of Bono once he finally quit being ornery; after the bath was finished of course!