A playdate for Hawkeye!

So, who says only people can have friends?
Last Saturday I was invited to my friend Dexter's house to play in his backyard. So who, you ask, is Dexter?
Dexter is an almost-year-old brown dog called a Boxer, and we met at intermediate obedience class. We liked each other, and talked during class. (That didn't go over too well, as we both got the Coke can stuffed with pennies shaken at us so we'd be quiet.) We stopped the barking, but when "socialization time" rolled around at the end of each class we'd play tug with the same toys and roll around on the floor. Turns out we're about the same weight, so it was an even match. Sometimes I got the rope, and sometimes Dexter did.
Our people saw we were having fun, and when classes came to an end my mom and dad, and Dexter's mom, decided we should get together. Apparently they have things called "schedules", though, and it took a few weeks for them to pull it off.
But before I could figure out the calendar in the kitchen, mom and dad put the leash on me and we all went in the car to Mary's house to play. Dexter was excited to have me in his home--so much so that we were quickly ushered out the back door to play. We both ran around on the deck, down the stairs, through the yard, and around in crazy circles. We pounced, we chased, we rolled in the dirt, we ran after a squirrel, we panted, and we drank water from bowls that Dexter's mom thoughtfully provided. (Boy, was she surprised to find out how much labs like to stick their feet in the bowl--guess Dexter doesn't do that!)
Mom and Dad got to hear the story of how Dexter tried to eat a bat before he had his rabies shots--that could have turned out badly, but he survived his quarantine, the bat wasn't rabid, and THEN Dexter got his shots and could come home. So glad I never met a bat!
Anyway, I'm really looking forward to another play date with Dexter in his fenced backyard. It's good to have friends.

How I Helped the Hawkeyes Beat Penn State

So, it's fall now and dog life continues. If you have been reading my blog from the beginning you know how I got the name of "Hawkeye". If you haven’t been following me all along, here’s how: the first night in my new home my parents’ college football team, the University of Iowa Hawkeyes, were on TV and beat rival Minnesota 55-0. So that very night they changed my original puppy name of Astro to Hawkeye.

Since then, the Iowa Hawkeyes have gone 4-0 in football. When last week’s Iowa vs. Penn State game started I was having a nap in my crate upstairs. Penn State was rated #5 in the country, while the Hawks were not even voted in the top 25. (Silly sportswriters--what did they know!?!) The Hawks were trailing Penn State 7-2 when I was coming down the stairs to go out. On my way down, the Hawkeyes blocked a Penn State punt and returned it for a touchdown! After coming in I joined the family to watch the game on the big TV. Iowa went on to WIN 21-10 in a huge upset. So there you have the story of how I helped the now-ranked #13 Iowa Hawkeyes keep their winning streak alive. I'm a good luck charm!

Other than that, I've been doing regular dog things. I had a birthday (I'm a year old, as of September 17), graduated from intermediate dog obedience school--although Mom says I'm not really more obedient, I've just practiced more--and I've grown bigger and stronger. I now weigh more than 60 pounds. (I know. I really need to change my blogger photo to be more accurate.) But some things never change. I"m still a bit skittish when I hear the sound of garbage trucks and school buses. I still have to dig in the couch cushions because you never know what might be under there. And I LOVE to rip through rather expensive tough dinosaur chew toys. They're even more fun when torn to shreds and you can trot around the house with various dino parts in your teeth and throw them into the air. I have perfected a great game of throwing my own tennis ball and then chasing it when no one else will play. And today all three of us dogs treed a cat! (How exciting!) This was an outdoor cat creeping through the backyard, not one of the "usual suspect" cats that live in the house with us. Oh, joy! And barking! Even if we were only looking through the back door.

More later.
Hawkeye