Slight Obsession

Cal really likes birds... I mean, really likes birds.  So much so, that one of his favorite spots in our home is right next to the sliding glass door.  You see, we have birds that have built a nest in the eaves of our house, right above the deck, (that is where these poor little things fell from last summer) and another nest in the eaves on the other side of the house.  So there is no shortage of birds flying here and there around our house.

So this is where we find Cal a lot of the day... Staring, staring, staring at the birds.  After a while he just can't take it anymore, and he has to get outside to see them.

He'll stand against the deck railing like this for minutes at a time, his head flitting back and forth as fast as the birds that fly by.  He sure loves birds.

Update

I took Cal back to the Vet yesterday to get his staples out.  Good thing too.  I don't know if the cone would have lasted much longer.

Cal put several cracks in the cone by running in to things, hence the duct tape.  Then he started chewing on it.  Thank heavens we got to take it off, or we would have probably ended up back at the Vet... this time for a bowel obstruction.

  Our pup is so much happier now.  He can finally scratch his ears again!

He Wears the Cone of Shame!

Poor, poor Caliber-ber (as Preston calls him).  He had a little accident last week.  We usually take him every day to some fields near our home and let him run around for 30-45 minutes.  He loves it.

See?  Doesn't he look so happy?  Just to give you an idea of how much energy Cal has, the whole 45 minutes he is out in the field, he is running.  And I'm not talking jogging around, he is RUNNING.  And the only reason we leave after 45 minutes is because I am completely exhausted from just watching him exert so much energy.  I'm sure he could keeping going, and going, and going, and going... 

Anyway, Trent took Cal to the field last week so they could both get some exercise.  Unfortunately, there were tractors plowing the fields, so to avoid having the dog get ran over by the tractors, Trent opted to go run on some of the dirt trails down from the fields.  About 1 1/2 miles into their run, Cal decided to jump over a barbed wire fence.  I won't post the pictures of the aftereffects of his encounter with the fence.  Its nasty.  Needless to say, he cut his chest up pretty bad.  It didn't seem to faze him though.  He didn't make a peep when it happened, and he ran the entire 1 1/2 miles back to the car.  After his trip to the vet, he came home with 15+ staples and a cone.

The first thing I thought when I saw him was the line, "He wears the cone of shame!" from the movie UP.  Well, because of where the wound is, Cal is not allowed to run, jump, or exert himself in any way.  It's killing him!  He snuck out to the garage earlier and went and stood at the back of my car, just waiting for all of us to hop in and head to the field.  I think he was really disgusted when I brought him back in the house.  Only 10 more days Cal, then I promise we'll go back to the field and you can chase rabbits and birds to your heart's content!