Mum is training Gypsy how to poo and pee outside. I don’t think Gypsy gets the idea yet. Mum got home from work yesterday and quickly let Gypsy out of her crate. Then ran to the back door which is about ten feet away from the crate. Before mum got the door open, Gypsy had found a nice spot to pee on the brand new rug. Mum was not happy but had an understanding look on her face. Today when she got home, she opened the crate and carried Gypsy out the door. It was an exciting moment when Gypsy peed outside. Mum clapped and celebrated like it was such a big deal. She gave her a little tiny treat. I don’t understand why she never celebrates like that when I pee outside. We were outside for a while. Being such a good girl, I peed and pood out in the yard. Mum and I played catch for a while. Gypsy doesn’t like to play catch. I think she’s lazy because she stands by mum and waits until I get close enough to chase me, As she’s chasing me she’s jumping at me trying to get the ball out of my mouth. What a cheater! Mum said she is just a confused pup! We all went in excited to get our treat. Mum locked the back door and turned around and started gasping! Gypsy was pooing on the brand new rug. Kind of funny if you ask me. definitely a confused pup.
Mummy brought me home a new puppy. She says it’s a little sister but I still think it looks like a puppy. Mum drove 16 hours to bring Gypsy home. Gypsy’s human dad could not afford to feed her and her brothers and sisters. Gypsy is half German Shorthair Pointer and half Tree Walker Coonhound. She is 10 weeks old and had not visited the puppy doctor yet. Mum took her in first thing to for her check up and vaccines. Mum says we need to start training her. Gypsy and I still are not sure of each other. She seems a little shy or scared and runs away from me when I want to play.
I know Simba gets very excited on Halloween. If you take your pooch out at night make sure the costume, collar, and/or leash is reflective. Dogs can get spooked at night if approached by a masked individual. Know your dog and don’t put him in a bad situation where he might end up biting someone or trying to run away and get loose. Simba loves going to doggie costume events in daylight. She is great around all kinds of other animals so I find Halloween events specifically for her. She does not do well around young children or people dressed up in animal costumes like a big Clifford. It spooks her and she barks like she is ready to devour them. I don’t think she would but I’m not going to take the chance or put her through such an ordeal. Therefore, I do not take her out on Halloween night when trick-or-treaters are out. Also, please no candy for your pup especially chocolate! Carry special treats for them in your pocket. You can also carry healthy stuff like baby carrots, or Sweet potato Chews. If you want to give out doggie treats to visiting dogs, check out our TREAT RECIPES? A great idea for a pet costume is using an old stuffed animal. If you have a stuffed animal about the size of your pup, cut along the underside (belly) from about 6″ from neck down. Remove the stuffing and cut open the face mouth area to fit your pup’s head in. You want the face and/or head portion of the stuffed animal to lay on your pup’s head as in Simba’s picture above. The costume will lay over pup’s back, you can sew on some sort of tie or velcro under the chest area to keep the costume still. Stay safe and keep your pet safe.
In the past couple of years, Simba has really turned grey around the face. It reminds me how quickly time is flying by. Simba and I are aging together. I can’t go by my grey because I’m vainer than Simba and go through the monthly chore of covering it up. I see her slowing down as I have. She likes to sleep more as I do. She doesn’t jump off the 3 1/2’ patio wall all the time anymore but goes all the way around it. There are still days she’s feeling young and energetic and will leap off but those days are becoming sparse. I have stopped jumping off walls years ago; just about the time the doc told me I need a knee replacement in the near future. We both used to love running a lot. She could chase that ball or Frisbee forever and I used to love running 5K several times a week. Now I walk 5K every day and she lets me know how she is feeling on a daily basis. There are days, especially if they’re cooler, that she will continue chasing the ball until my arm gets tired. Other days, including all hot days, she chases the ball on the first throw but doesn’t bring it back. She will stand where the ball was caught and just stare back at me until I get tired of waiting and say “Okay, let’s go in.” or she catches the ball and pretends she’s bringing it to me and keeps on running all the way back into the house. Both of us get up slowly from the couch, have lots more stomach issues and can’t quite see or hear as we used to. Our patience with each other has also changed with age. Although I know I’m late for work, I patiently wait for her to do her business in the morning which now seems to take much more pacing and she waits at the bottom step without any more whining as I slowly descend the stairs. It saddens me to think that half our lives are behind; but makes me appreciate every time she makes me laugh or smile even more now. Dogs live in the moment. If we learn anything from our dogs, this should be it. I enjoy every cuddle, every moment she makes me smile or laugh, and how lucky I am to have her with me here and now.
Mum didn’t come home last night. I slept in our bed all alone. My human sister stayed home to let me out and feed me but she doesn’t sleep with me. She sleeps with my feline brother. Since he likes to play “Scratch my eyes out” I don’t like to go into their room. When mommy isn’t home at night there are lots of weird noises that wake me up all night. Today, I got so excited when I her mum’s car pull up on the driveway. I know she doesn’t like me jumping on her but I just couldn’t help it. I just wanted to touch her and tell her how much I missed her. She bent down to give me a kiss at the same time I jumped up to give her a kiss. BAM! I don’t know why mum got upset. Her nose couldn’t have hurt that much, after all, my head felt fine. I ran out to help her unload the car when suddenly I caught the sweetest scent. Wow, that must be what mum calls flowers. She loves flowers. I started to roll around in the scent so mum would want to cuddle with me and never let me go. I rolled and rolled and rolled. Back in the house mum asked, “What’s that smell?” Then she did this funny thing picking up her feet one at a time real high to look at her shoes. Why is she doing this? The shoes were not new. She wears them all the time. Did she forget what they look like? Mums can be funny sometimes. Then she bent down towards me. Here comes the hug and cuddling! What? What’s wrong? Why isn’t she cuddling me? She didn’t look happy either. She took me outside and got me all wet with the water snake. No! It’s going to take the flower smell off! Mum scratched and tickled me while holding the water snake over me. I can’t understand why she kept repeating the word poop. I didn’t have to poop right then. But she would say it again and again. I really didn’t have to poop. I wonder why she thought I had to poop. Yup, mums can be funny.
Mom put a squirrel in a knot-hole of our dining room ceiling.
Those furry little jumping beans out in the yard are not friendly at all. Mommy calls them squirrels. They love to tease me when I’m locked in the house. I lay on our bed watching out of the big windows facing the backyard. I know they see me watching as they bounce, prance, climb, and jump all through my backyard. They go up and down our big tree and then they play these cool chase games where they chase each other’s tails around the tree. I want to play too! My neck gets sore from whipping it back and forth up and down trying to keep up with them. In the morning, mommy just takes so long to get ready. I whimper and pace around in circles trying to make her hurry. “Hurry, hurry I want Continue reading →
Mommy was busy pulling plants out of the front yard. I don’t understand her sometimes. She brings home plants and digs them into the yard but then she spends all this time pulling plants out of the yard. Does she want plants or not? She calls them weeds. They grow so nice and strong and they grow everywhere! You would think she would be happy to have so many plants because then she doesn’t need to dig new ones into the dirt. It must be a human thing. Suddenly I look over at our car and… A TREE IS GROWING IN MY SEAT! I can’t believe my eyes. I slowly approach the open window spying for movement. No movement. I cautiously raise myself up so I can see inside. Yup it’s a tree growing in the car. I try to alert mommy but she thinks I want to go for a ride. “Not now.” she says as she continues to pull out plants. She must not know about the tree growing in our car. I need her to look up! I stay on guard at the car window making sure the tree doesn’t take the car for a ride and I keep wincing. “Maybe later, I need to finish this up” she calls out without looking up. I guarded the car standing on my hind legs for what seemed like forever in doggie years (15 minutes in human time). Then mommy finally looked up wondering why I was being so stubborn and she started to laugh. She said I was being silly as she walked over she didn’t seem alarmed to see a big tree growing in the car. She opened the car door, pulled it out and reassured me that it everything was okay. I guess it must have been another weed. Later that afternoon we finally went for a ride and my seat was weed free. Thanks mom.
Today is my favorite day of the week, groceries day! I don’t understand why mom doesn’t get excited about groceries. She leaves the house as if she has to go shovel cow manure. I would not mind going to the grocery store every single day. It’s just so exciting, there’s always a surprise hidden in one of the bags. I can’t control my enthusiasm. I jump up and down and run circles around her trying to see the surprise inside the bags. I race her to the car as she goes back for more bags. I like to help her bring the grocery bags by sticking my head inside the bag and guide her to the front door. Oh boy, I smell a treat surprise! I can’t quite locate it. Where is it? Is it in this bag? Or this one? Why is mom not helping? What? She’s making a cup of coffee! Not now! We need to get the perishables in the fridge! Maybe if I offer my ball and sit looking so cute she’ll help. Yup, that did it. This week’s surprise; sweet-potato jerky, yummy!