Rowan's plastic snack

When I took Rowan out of his crate this morning, his stomach was making funny gurgling noises. I looked around the crate and saw that one of his squeaky toys was missing. Only one shiny plastic corner had eluded his appetite. The silly galoot had devoured an entire big, white, bone-shaped squeaky toy with dental spines. His poop will be closely observed for the next couple of days! This is definitely a plastic-loving dog. He completely ignores the soft plushy toys in his kennel run and snubs the other dogs in favor of demolishing any and all plastic pails, planters, watering cans, handles of garden tools, and all other hard, jaggedy plastic items he can find. I swear he has a vendetta against his stomach lining. However, he has merrily passed everything else so far, so I trust this too shall pass; if not by tomorrow, we will visit the vet with very red faces (his red by nature, not embarrassment like mine). What a dog!

Rowan still moves very much like a cartoon dog. He loves to run, and when he has to stop short, the legs and big paddle feet go flying everywhere. He still thinks that the street is where you walk, preferably in front of the bus, and the lesh is only there to tell him how far he can circle around me -- our walks are more lateral than forward, because he's curious about everything. We have lots of laughs, and never a dull moment!

He and Allie have completely fallen in love and tend to lean against each other. They clean each others' faces and make googly eyes. It's very cute. He seems to realize that he can't be as rough with her as with Sascha and is really sweet, except when he's sitting on her. But he never hurts her. I really cherish that in him, because he obviously doesn't have any body consciousness, so he really has to put in an effort.

He loves to eat, but was having loose stools when I gave him too much; this has now settled down -- we'll see what happens with the addition of toy supplements! Of course he would rather eat all day and have the other dogs' dinners too! His coat is improving a bit, although I can't groom him after he ate the rake ... that Rowan! he's always good for a grin.