He must be fairly confused, fairly often
Beau has three names. Not like First Middle Last, but rather a Formal Informal Teasing. To the outside world, our friends at the dog park, strangers, etc., he’s Beau. No, that’s B-E-A-U and not B-O, although I am starting to reconsider this as he does tend to be on the stinky side (an incentive for boarding him because those free baths he gets make him smell sooo good). His original name was Frio, after the river and the country in Texas, but I thought that was a rather stupid thing to call a dog, so I changed it. He needed a southern gentleman name (because at first I thought I might call him Sawyer after my favorite character on LOST), and so he became Beau. And despite my mother’s best intentions, it’s not Beauregard or Bodacious. It’s just Beau. And like how we get called by our First Middle or First Middle Last when we are in trouble with our mothers, so Beau really only ever hears his true name when he’s being mischievous or bothersome. It’s always, “Beau, that boy dog does not want to be more than friends with you,” or “Beau, get off the bed!” or “Beau, pleeeeease stop stepping on my feet!”
His second name is Bubba. To my mother, this second name is BeauBeau, but these derivations serve the same purpose. It’s the affectionate name. Like Penny is called Pooky and Faye is called FayeFaye. Beau is my bubba, plain and simple. He’s my beer drinking cohort sans trucker hat and he helps me “keep it real.” He is the sanity in my insane life and that makes us close. Like buddies, or bubbas, since he reminds me of Forest Gump. When I am just talking to him he is Bubba, and he gets asked for many opinions. I think at this point he thinks Bubba really is his name, but I have a feeling he mostly just responds to my voice anyway. And I always think about Beau as “my Bubba,” because, well, he is. It’s hard to explain.
His third name is the teasing name. The informal little thing I call him usually only at the park or on walks. And right now it happens to be Booger Face. It used to be Super Star, and maybe before that it was Beaubers or Hot Shot or Dumb Hound. And oddly enough, this is the name he responds to the best. Beau he ignores. Bubba, he only picks up on when it’s time for snuggles or for play. But Booger Face turns him around pretty darn fast. He drops what he is doing and it there at my feet, like, “What??!”
Poor Beau, he must be awfully confused and confused with some frequency.
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So, the fountain is finished, the dogs love it, and my only worry is - Faye loves to drink a whole bowl of water at once… I wonder if she’s smart enough to know to not drink all 20 gallons of that thing?
Also, they played last night. For the first time ever. My dogs actually behaved like they liked each other for 10 minutes. It was amazing.
Thank you, hurricane Dolly
I got bored waiting for the hurricane to bring rain this way - so far I am still waiting and it made landfall quite some time ago. Looks like Dolly is going to pan out about as crapily as Rita when it comes to free water for my lawn and awesome thundershowers. It’s raining about one mile south of here… but apparently my house is a free-water-prohibited zone. So, while I was waiting for the rain that never came, I decided to install a “disappearing” fountain of sorts, with the main intention that it should be a doggy drinking fountain. Beau loved the pond at my parents house, and now loves their disappearing fountain, and I figured with a little guidance, Faye would take right to it.
So, at about 11 this morning I started digging a 20-gallon hole. Then I put the bucket in and realized I made the hole way too big, so I had to take the wheelbarrow and go collect some of the dirt I dumped next door to fix my large mistake. At about 1 or so, I decided to start plumbing it, but my first attempt was a no go. The silicone never set, nothing fit inside the fountain, and I ended up getting sticky stuff in my hair. Luckily, I was drenched in my own sweat at that point (yummy) so nothing stayed on me long.
At this point, it was nearing 3, so I decided to shower and head back to Lowe’s to get the last few things I needed - namely a PVC pipe to conceal the electrical cords, an extension cord that can stay outside, and some gravel (sadly, I still have to go back tomorrow and get more rocks). I shower, go to Lowe’s, look ridiculous lugging around a 10′ PVC pipe (it still wasn’t long enough) like a knight going to a joust, then realize I don’t think my CRV is 10′ long (good thing PVC is slightly flexible!), and go home to finish this thing.
I plumbed it, sort of, it needs work. I stuffed the electrical cords into the PVC pipe (and very thoroughly wrapped everything in heavy duty electrical tape) and plugged it in.
It still needs work - namely I need to finish putting rocks across the screen on the top (otherwise it’s not much of a “disappearing” fountain, and the dogs can’t get close), and I need to figure out a way to hide the black tubing coming out of the holes. But all in all, it looks pretty good for this unhandy-girl gone handy. I’ll put up some finished pictures tomorrow. Hopefully the ginger survives.
However, it’s already a success with Faye, so that’s all that really matters.
