Weeping Willow Art, and me loved ones

Ivy is on the left, Ozkar is on the right, and Sadie is trying to be discreet and not ruin the photo and is hanging out in the back. She is trying to look camera shy, but she isn't... she is just doing the ploy thing... or planning her next attack.

Ivy loves to play.... she loves to let Zoey (my white micheivious Bishon, who is the Alpha in every sense of the word) be mean to her. Zoey and Ivy are always doing things like two 4 year old boys would be doing. Laying on the floor, rolling on top of each other. Growling and taking turn being on top and being the boss. (Nothing sexual remember, this is a family blog!) Zoey is always bossing Ivy around.

Then Ozkar gets in on the action. He is big, much bigger than Ivy and doubles the weight of Ivy. He plays nice, though. He lets her make high pitched noises, lets her bite and squiggle all around him. He opens his mouth and nearly swallows Ivy's head. Ivy doesn't mind. She is playing with her big brother, (he really isn't her brother and it younger than her, but he is large of stature) and the two of them have wonderful times... and slobber all over each other.

When the cousin, Sadie is here...Sadie is really Ivy's sister, and younger and shorter, but not smaller... they weigh about the same and they love each other. They, too, roll on the floor, and make squeaky noises, and open their mouths as wide as they can get them, and slobber on each other...but Sadie doesn't slobber as much as Zoey, and Zoey slobbers less than Ozker. (have I lost you yet? Are you getting the picture of who is the bottom of the food chain around here?)

So Ivy has to have a bath, usually more frequently that the rest. If she doesn't get the bath, she smells the worst. It isn't her fault. Her personal hygiene is impecable, but her siblings/cousins/house mates are the ones who are to blame. Little miss Ivy would be perfectly content to prance around the yard and tip toe in the rocks and grass if the others would just her be! But she is forced to roll around the floor and be mauled by everyone else. She tries to hide under the couch, but the others have figured out how to squat low and go in the dark and find her.

Poor Ivy.

So Ivy gets to have a bath. In the kitchen sink... where it takes forever to get hot water. Where everyone can see her naked. Where she would rather not be.....

For here it is humiliating. She knows all of her curves are in sight, plain sight. She is vulnerable. She gets water in her eyes. And she knows that by tomorrow whe will stink again, because all the other dogs are just waiting for her. They are on the floor near the sink watching. Waiting. Plotting. And she knows it.

And without her hair done, well... you know how you feel, and she feels the same way.

She knows when it is over she gets a "Greenie", but sometimes it might not be worth a "Greenie".

She doesn't hate her baths bad enough to shove the faucet into her eye... that is just a badly composed photo and my part.... but you can see how sad she is. Yes, she hates it.

But in the end, she will be able to hang out with her family again, and get cuddled, and smell good,...... at least for a few hours..... until she get mauled again.

I love you Ivy. I love how forgiving you are to those who pester you.

I love you.