A normal dog likes to go off to it's own area in the room to chew on it's bone, but not my Daisy. She likes to come over and chew her bone on your lap or up against you. She likes me to catch it when she accidentally drops it so that Tequila or one of the other dogs won't take it.
She was upset last night since Cujo was on my lap and Tequila was on the couch next to me. She kept grumbling since she wanted to chew the bone on my lap, but she didn't want Cujo up there or Tequila. She would walk over and step up on my lap let out a low growl and get down and pace...she finally disappeared around the corner and I thought I had seen her go over to the litter box. She returned and I didn't see the bone. I needed to go in the other room for something anyhow, so I decided to look in the litter box. She put her bone in the cat litter box! Tequila went over and took it out so it really wasn't such a good hiding spot..LOL
Then tonight Daisy had the same bone again. I was at the computer, so she couldn't get on my lap. Instead she puts the bone against my back so she can chew it. She crunched on the bone and pinched me at the same time...man did that hurt!
Friday, February 24, 2012
It's been a long time
I seem to have fell out of the blogging habit. The dog's have been their normal crazy selves. We now have four dogs instead of three.
Our newest dog's name is Cujo. He was a stray that someone threw out. I was cleaning the shed, I heard him yelp, and then there he was peeking at me through the boxes. The poor little guy looked so sad. :( I thought he was a puppy and picked him right up. It's a good thing he was friendly or I could of been missing a piece of my face. He cuddled right up to me and went to sleep on my chest while I was sitting in the lawn chair trying to figure out what to do with him.
I took him to the local vet's to have him scanned for a micro chip, and stopped at every house on the road to ask if he belonged to anyone. I already figured he didn't, but I had to be sure. I was going to take him to an animal shelter and possibly foster him until a home could be found, but they were full and not taking anymore. The told me I'd have to contact the pound. Luckily for Cujo, he had me from "hello" and much to my husband's dislike, he is now a part of our family.
I don't know what kind of dog he is. I'm guessing Chihuahua and Jack Russel, but he could really be just about anything. He's not very big and was only about 15 pounds when I first found him. I'm thinking he was ditched because he wasn't neutered and was spraying in the house. He was also in love with Tequila when she came into heat about a month after I found him. He foolishly growled at our old man Oscar one time to many. He came in the house with his tooth hanging sideways and still couldn't wait to get back near Tequila. I called the shelter in tears and got him an appointment for a tooth extraction and neuter. He lost 3 teeth and had a possible jaw fracture. He's healed now and a very good little boy that no longer sprays.
The day after he found me.
He's so ugly he's adorable, a lot of times I just look at him and can't help but laugh. He plays with the big dogs and it's hysterical to see him barking and jumping at them like he is going to defeat them. He chases after the cat who in turn waits and sneaks up to give him a good swat on the nose. He is super cuddly. He'll lay on you for hours if you let him.
I named him Cujo for his ferocious bark and the fact that he doesn't like other dogs when he first meets them. When he first met my parent's boxer he stretched himself up as big as he could and started kicking at the grass. There was grass flying two feet into the air behind him. It was soooo funny.
Our newest dog's name is Cujo. He was a stray that someone threw out. I was cleaning the shed, I heard him yelp, and then there he was peeking at me through the boxes. The poor little guy looked so sad. :( I thought he was a puppy and picked him right up. It's a good thing he was friendly or I could of been missing a piece of my face. He cuddled right up to me and went to sleep on my chest while I was sitting in the lawn chair trying to figure out what to do with him.
I took him to the local vet's to have him scanned for a micro chip, and stopped at every house on the road to ask if he belonged to anyone. I already figured he didn't, but I had to be sure. I was going to take him to an animal shelter and possibly foster him until a home could be found, but they were full and not taking anymore. The told me I'd have to contact the pound. Luckily for Cujo, he had me from "hello" and much to my husband's dislike, he is now a part of our family.
I don't know what kind of dog he is. I'm guessing Chihuahua and Jack Russel, but he could really be just about anything. He's not very big and was only about 15 pounds when I first found him. I'm thinking he was ditched because he wasn't neutered and was spraying in the house. He was also in love with Tequila when she came into heat about a month after I found him. He foolishly growled at our old man Oscar one time to many. He came in the house with his tooth hanging sideways and still couldn't wait to get back near Tequila. I called the shelter in tears and got him an appointment for a tooth extraction and neuter. He lost 3 teeth and had a possible jaw fracture. He's healed now and a very good little boy that no longer sprays.
He's so ugly he's adorable, a lot of times I just look at him and can't help but laugh. He plays with the big dogs and it's hysterical to see him barking and jumping at them like he is going to defeat them. He chases after the cat who in turn waits and sneaks up to give him a good swat on the nose. He is super cuddly. He'll lay on you for hours if you let him.
I named him Cujo for his ferocious bark and the fact that he doesn't like other dogs when he first meets them. When he first met my parent's boxer he stretched himself up as big as he could and started kicking at the grass. There was grass flying two feet into the air behind him. It was soooo funny.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
No! Bad Dog!
Daisy put her sniffer to work and discovered a package of liver that my husband had forgot to put away a little earlier. It was in the bag with the onions and he must have overlooked it. I looked in the kitchen and she was happily in there pushing the liver package around on the floor eating as much as she could. I was grossed out. Raw meat is not something that I feed my dogs. Luckily it didn't make her sick and it was a cheap piece of meat, so no harm was really done.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Smart Dogs
I went to the Dollar Tree yesterday and purchased the girls each 1 stuffed toy. I came home and set the bags on the floor by the kitchen table. I didn't give the dogs their new toys. I was home for about 30 minutes when they come out of the kitchen each carrying a toy with the tag still on it. Nobody gave them the toys. They are so smart they helped themselves to them. They were so proud as they came trotting out of the kitchen.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Trip to the bus stop and an old story
I took Daisy outside to my daughters bus stop this morning. It was like trying to wrestle a wild animal trying to get the leash on her. She didn't lead very well either. She was bouncing at me and then pulling pretty good. She was also doing a good bit of barking in the few minutes that we were out there. The last time she was on a leash had been months ago when the weather was warmer. I need to start taking her out more so that she can learn some manners. It's hard though to get out the door with only one dog. This morning Tequila was in her crate and Oscar was still upstairs sleeping or I wouldn't of even attempted to take her out.
Usually in the mornings I have to put Daisy and Tequila both into the crate. Several months ago, I had left them to their own devices while I went outside to the bus with my daughter. She got on the bus...I came back to the house....I walked up on the porch to the door.... I turned the knob and pushed....the door wouldn't open. It was LOCKED! The dead bolt was locked! I don't lock the door when I go to the bus stop, and my keys were still in the house. I didn't lock the door. Daisy and Tequila had been jumping at the door after I had gone outside and they turned the dead bolt. I was locked out by my own dogs. Luckily the back door wasn't locked so I was able to get inside.
Usually in the mornings I have to put Daisy and Tequila both into the crate. Several months ago, I had left them to their own devices while I went outside to the bus with my daughter. She got on the bus...I came back to the house....I walked up on the porch to the door.... I turned the knob and pushed....the door wouldn't open. It was LOCKED! The dead bolt was locked! I don't lock the door when I go to the bus stop, and my keys were still in the house. I didn't lock the door. Daisy and Tequila had been jumping at the door after I had gone outside and they turned the dead bolt. I was locked out by my own dogs. Luckily the back door wasn't locked so I was able to get inside.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Lizard Doctor
My daughter has a pet Anole lizard. They make an excellent low maintenance pet. Throw them some crickets a little bit of water and some bedding and they are usually good to go. My daughter named her Lizard...Blenda...since Blenda has the ability to change color from a bright green to shades of brown. Yesterday I had to play lizard doctor and remove a piece of cage bedding from Blenda's eye. The bedding was that fine crushed (some kind of nut) shell bedding. It's in small pieces almost like sand. It kinda looked like poor Blenda had a piece of sand in her eye.
Dog Hair
I love my dogs...I really do. I just sometimes wish they were bald.
the amount of hair that they shed is completely ridiculous.
Yesterday, I went to Wal-mart with my daughter. I noticed my foot had started to hurt like there was something stuck in it. We left the store and went to my Mom's where I could finally check it out to see what was making it hurt. It was a piece of dog hair! I had a piece of hair in the bottom of my foot like a splinter! How does that happen? LOL Luckily it was relatively easy to get out and now my foot is fine once again.
the amount of hair that they shed is completely ridiculous.
Yesterday, I went to Wal-mart with my daughter. I noticed my foot had started to hurt like there was something stuck in it. We left the store and went to my Mom's where I could finally check it out to see what was making it hurt. It was a piece of dog hair! I had a piece of hair in the bottom of my foot like a splinter! How does that happen? LOL Luckily it was relatively easy to get out and now my foot is fine once again.
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