Tag Archive 'dogs'

Jun 16 2009

Scratchy scratch itch.

Published by under The Fam,The Man,Travel

Guess what, y’all?  We went up north…during Tick Season!  I know!  I’m as astounded as you are.  All I said to The Man was, “I’d really like to go up north and see everyone, and see how Mr. Ted is doing”.  And two days later, we were on the road, it being June notwithstanding.  Crazy.

We spent a long weekend up at Dr. Mom and Moll’s, and we had a very good time.  I took them up a set of four napkins that I had made, to make up for the fact that I didn’t feel like baking a pound cake to bring up.  I got to meet the new calf, Hannah, and the new baby goat, Liebchen.  Well, Liebby was only one of three new goats, but the other two were all grown up, so not as cute.  However, I took ZERO pictures, so you’re going to have to take my word on Liebchen being cute.

I also milked goats for the first time in a long time.  I didn’t want to milk the cow, though.  I’ll stick to things that are smaller than I am, thanks.

Anyway, I didn’t get a single tick on me, and The Man only saw one, I believe.  And that one was already dead, so it doesn’t count.  I did end up instigating a mass dog bathing episode, simply because I told Mr. Ted he was too dirty to pet, and needed a bath.  So, after I bathed him, Dr. Mom bathed all three of the other dogs.

On our last night there, The Man and I were left all alone in the house, because Moll had gone to Alpena for work, and Dr. Mom had gone to Marquette for work.  The Man and I were going to do the chores in the morning.  Dr. Mom asked if we’d sleep in their room with the dogs.  We weren’t going to, initially, but when I went upstairs, Mutt (being 14 years old), heaved herself upstairs after me, because she was lonely.  Talk about a guilt trip.  I told The Man that I wasn’t going to make a rickety old dog sleep on the floor because she wanted company.  So, I went back downstairs and we began the process of putting the dogs to bed, and it is a process indeed.  Three of the dogs sleep on a couch that is pushed right up against the wall.  The bed is then pushed right up to the couch.  Here’s how to put the dogs to bed:

  1. Apricot has to go first.  She’ll put her front paws up on the couch, and you have to lift her back legs up for her.  She’ll growl, but only because she’s arthritic and it hurts.
  2. Now Teddy has to be lifted onto the couch OVER Apricot up into the corner by the wall.  Teddy is like…sixty pounds or something.  The Man couldn’t quite make it and dropped him on the bed.  Oh well.  Teddy must be used to it, because he bumbled into his spot with no trouble.  Apricot growls at Teddy, but that’s just because she’s mean.  She won’t fight on the bed.
  3. Then Mutt crawls  herself up onto the end of the couch.  She doesn’t need any help, thankfully.
  4. Frisbee sleeps on a dog bed on the floor.  He doesn’t need any help either.
  5. Now, you can get into bed.  But, at some point, Mutt (who is a boxer-like size and weight) will crawl into bed with you and take up more than her fair share of the space.  Plus, she snores.  Plus, she farts.

Needless to say, I didn’t sleep well that night.  But the good part is that we were both up bright and early, and got all the barn chores done sooner than we expected to, which meant we got on the road sooner than expected, as well.   We’ll go back up again in August, and Lucky and Galleta will also be there.

I’m working on getting the laundry done now.  That is the worst part of coming home from a trip.  Bleh.

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Sep 10 2008

Hello, goodbye.

Published by under Pets

I don’t really want to talk about this, but it would be kind of weird to just never mention it.  We had to take Fern back to the rescue.  We were told by her foster mom before we adopted her that she was good with cats.  Perhaps she was good with the foster’s cats, but with ours she was not.  She attacked them constantly.  She chased them down.  Even when they were doing nothing more than sleeping on the floor, she would go after them.  It was, to say the least, not pleasant.  Not for the cats, not for us, and definitely not for Fern, since she could obviously not be allowed free in the house.  We had to keep her crated or on leash all the time.  So, after several stress-filled days during which absolutely no one in this house was happy (except maybe Chris, by working 3rd shift he escaped most of it) we made the decision to return her to the rescue and let her get the home she deserves, where she can have the freedom she needs.

So, that’s the story of the dog.  She’s a sweet little dog, and I’m sure the rescue will find her the home she really needs.  It just wasn’t ours.  Hello, goodbye.

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Sep 07 2008


Published by under Health,Pets,The Man

I sprained my ankle today trying to hop over the dog’s tie-out while she was running after a toy.  I didn’t want to get tangled up in the cord, but I landed wrong and hurt myself.  No long morning walk for doggy tomorrow.

In other news, the cats do not like the dog one bit.  This is probably because she wants to play with them, and her version of playing is to lunge at them, much like she does with other dogs.  Once she lunges close enough, she drops to the ground and wiggles around, but the cats don’t really seem interested in sticking around to see what comes after LUNGE.

They also don’t seem interested in their new shelving system, designed to give them an up-high escape and perch where the dog can’t follow them.  So far, they like to hide upstairs, really only coming out when the dog is out for walks or when she is crated.

The Man is taking a very laissez faire attitude toward keeping the dog under control when she is in the house.  I’m sure this has something to do with the cats’ total lack of interest in being around the dog, since she’s been able to get after them once or twice, because no one’s been holding her leash. *ahem*

The new harness we bought on Friday, specially designed to reduce or stop pulling, is already broken.  The dog literally pulled it to pieces.

The dog’s name is Fern, by the way.  I might eventually get some pictures once she stops moving around so much, or once my ankle heals enough so I can chase her again.

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Sep 02 2008

Next steps to dog.

Published by under Pets

I got an e-mail today from the rescue people saying that the board has approved us for ownership.  The next step is meeting the dog.  We have to do two meets before we can take her home, but if all goes well we can take her home at the end of the second meet.  We are e-mailing back and forth to schedule the meets, but right now it looks like the first one will be on Thursday.  The second one will take place at a rescue event on Saturday.  So, if everything goes smoothly we’ll be bringing home a dog on Saturday!  And we have nothing ready for her!  This is just like those dreams in which I’m nine months pregnant and we don’t even have a crib!  Except with a dog!

The Man and I plan on building a cat tree tomorrow to give the current animal residents some “get that thing away from me!” space. I also have Feliway on my supplies shopping list, because if I know my cats, we are going to need all the help we can get to smooth this transition.

And, for all those who are curious, here is a picture of the dog – “Ears McGee” as Mackers calls her.  Her ears don’t really stick up like that – it’s just because she’s running.

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Aug 31 2008

Happy Birthday to The Man

Published by under Pets,The Man

Today is The Man’s birthday.  He doesn’t know how old he is – he has to stop and reckon it up.  I guess that means he’s getting senile.

We celebrated by having our home inspection from the rescue people, which we seem to have passed.  At any rate, they’re going to let us meet the dog.

We also went to dinner and shopping.  He got a new mouse.  I got new sheets for the bed.  Thrilling, I know.

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