Dogs, dogs and dogs! And ferrets.

In lieu of anything exciting happening to me this weekend, I have instead a picture post, because those are always so popular.

This is Caesar, easily the most ginormous German shepherd I ever did see, a monster the size of a pony.

Caesar earned himself not only a "Will Bite" sticker, but the never-before-seen "Approach Slowly" sticker.

For me, Caesar was a sweetheart.

Not posing well, but not attacking either. The length of his body took up most of the room.

Caesar acted like any other dog around me, even let me pet him a bit as he walked past me. He was also kind of excitable unfortunately and barked at every noise in the street, and his bark was so deep and ferocious-sounding that at first I felt I'd better investigate, before realizing he barked at every little thing. Did make me feel pretty safe though. I don't think anyone would fuck with a dog making that kind of sound.

Then Tery told me Monday that he got out of his kennel and up to the ground level Sunday evening. He didn't escape the hospital, but spent most of the time opening doors with his mouth and rifling through other dogs' medical records, according to the security camera. She figures he must have been a police dog at one point. When the day shift arrived, it took some doing to get him back downstairs because everyone else is terrified of him and he kept cornering them in rooms. I sighed heavily and asked if she wanted me to come in to handle it, but they eventually got him under control.

He got all the way upstairs because, despite Tery putting a latch on the door to the basement, I'm the only one that bothers to secure it when I leave. Every time I DO secure it, the stupid day shift somehow fails to notice and wrenches the door open, ripping the latch off the door jamb. Twice Tery has replaced it. Now it's on there, but hanging by a wing and a prayer, so I'm not sure it would've done much to stop Mr. Caesar, who is, as I said, a monster and evidently quite smart besides. This intelligence level propels him past Beowulf as my favorite shepherd; also since he evidently doesn't think that much higher of the day shift than I do.

At the same time I had Dino, a shepherd puppy.

Dino was in for Parvo, and was adorable on Friday, when he was sickly and groggy. However on Saturday he felt MUCH better, and was constantly emitting the ear-piercing barks that I always forget shepherds are known for since they thankfully usually grow out of it. Any extended period of time with this little fella had to be spent wearing sound-cancelling earphones used by airport ground crews. Yowieowieowie.

Lastly, I made this extremely brief video. Apologies for the quality, blame the Motorola Razr. And apologies to kavieshana for the look-how-cute voice:

This video serves two purposes: First to show you this little girl (whose name is Navi, for the less observant among you), who goes into these unrestrained paroxysms of joy every time I open her cage. Secondly and more importantly, however, I wanted to capture the mournful, Chewbacca-like howls of Truckee, a shepherd mix behind me who only made these noises if I paid attention to another dog, making a direct video of him impossible. He sounded so much like Chewbacca at times that it made me laugh.

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Finally, a little closer to home, I give you these two of Tiny Baby Ferret Who is Tiny, Malcolm:

Alsatia has a very low tolerance for ferrets. At this point she had become exhausted trying to fend him off and just accepted it.

Tiny Baby Ferret loves Greenie™ dog treats. Nomnomnom! Try pulling it away at your own risk.