Menage a dog

I now have two males seeking after me. In the picture is my terrier, Reese, and one of my brother's long-haired dachsunds, Kona. Andrew and Jessica have three dogs, and will have difficulty moving with all of them this week, so I've offered to take Kona off their hands so Reese can have a playmate of sorts. Kona is such a sweet and lovable dog -- more of a lapdog than Reese (who is fun but likes to spend his evening cruising under the bed).

The unfortunate thing is that Kona walked off my mom's second story balcony a few months ago, and although the vet they brought him to three times said Kona is okay, his hind legs seemed not quite right. So, in light of potentially taking him on as my new boy, I took him to another vet who owns five of his own mini-dachsunds and he said that the fall has hurt Kona.

His left leg has a skeletal issue that is now too-far-gone to change, and the right has a spinal cord compression. I can still help him with the compression -- how you ask? By letting him swim around in my bathtub as his physical therapy (I shit you not). I've also been taking him walking with Reese and he seems to be doing better, like he wants to try to keep up with Reese. You can see in the video below how walks kind of like a bowl-legged drunk. Poor thing will get going so fast that he will just topple over on his side.

Anyway, this two dog thing is kind of new to me. They both seem to want to eat out of the same bowl, even though I tried two different bowls. And, they both want to eat the others' food (Kona is on puppy food still, at seven months). Whenever I show affection for one, the other has to come up alongside. I think Reese has wanted more love in the past couple of days than in the past two weeks now that there's "competition" (doesn't it always work that way?). Fortunately, I don't seem to have to deal with the male territory thing yet, or at least not inside.

Below is a quickie video I shot with my cam in an effort to call the boys to me. You even get a sample of my Darth Vader voice (though the first call was made in that weird habit to call to a dog in a higher pitch -- why? I don't know). Reese just cracked me up at the end, so you get my sinister laugh too. Now, doesn't that just make your Friday? The person who comes up with the best thought that was just going through Reese's mind gets some Kona coffee sent directly to their front door.