Posts Tagged ‘Living with Animals’
Songs of a Stateless Wanderer: Hazards of the Tidal Basin to the Paddleboating Public (A Haiku)
Although, come to think of it, capsizing while in the midst of a swarm of various waterborne avians would compound the danger they pose to the casual boater. While taking on water is little enough threat, take on too much in the wrong neighborhood and you’ll really be in a pickle without a paddle.
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05 2012
More likely to confuse and/or mystify than to frighten
Today’s cartoon is meant to simply identify that small metal protrusion on the corner. It’s a fire hydrant. It’s not a stool for fairies or a mountain ground down to a nub or any other such similar fanciful item. Just a fire hydrant. Consider yourself informed.
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03 2012
Yawn, literally
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Mom discovered that she could make me yawn on command yesterday, and it was kind of fun to yawn when she yawned. Yet, of course, as soon as I am on video trying to do it, it only works once, boring. Anyway, here is the yawn of a video, with everyone yawning but me…
16
06 2008
Why Being a Dog ROCKS!
Mom is shivering, and I’m laughing at her, because as a dog I’m not bothered. The house is cold, because the painters came and painted up everything and none of the windows can be shut right now. And the sun may be out, but it’s only 8 degress (Celcius, you colonials!). But all I have to do is turn off my shedding and chase the sun across the floor, and I’m just fine!
And there are side benefits to having so many windows open. Like at night, while Mom and Dad are being boring, I can chase all the little bugs that fly in! So much fun! And, I can hear whatever’s going on outside, so I can be super-vigilant and let my parents know if anyone is going by our yard. I feel like that’s pretty important information to know.
Mom’s been complaining so much, though, that I’ve been perfecting a special look to give her: The Sideways Glance of Disdain.
Some of us like the windows open, Mom! Woof!
18
09 2007
Home Alone with Dad
Well, I am home alone with Dad for the weekend, its day 2 of momlessness, and I think Dad and I have just got the hang of it. Mom left this weekend for Birmingham, for another bellydance thing. Luckily she let dad off the hook this time since she had previously dragged him to Blackpool, so I got to stay home with him rather than be sent away. I didn’t even realize what was going on- I just assumed mom was leaving for errands or class or something.
Yesterday morning we were all in bed at 7; when in my doorbell like fashion, I sprang out of bed and ran downstairs barking. Mom went to see who it was- surprise! It was painters that our landlord sent to dress our windows. Well, mom and dad didnt let me meet the painters, and then the backyard was off limits for me most of the day until the paint dried. Mom took off at 11 and it was just me, dad, and painters- so I didn’t really notice what was going on. I acted out for mom not being around and not being allowed outside.
I did my crazy poo dance, and tore up the carpets, etc. Dad finally got so tired of me that he took me out for a run to calm me down, which worked. We then spent the rest of the night watching Ghost Rider. When it was late, and about time to go to bed, I realized mom still wasn’t back. Dad was reading Sharpe in Bed, and I was with him, but I kept whining to go out, and barking at every little noise I heard, hoping Dad would get out of bed and open the door for mom. It was wierd, she wasn’t there.
Anyway, now it is Sunday morning and Dad says mom will be back today, so I am much calmer, and am just sleeping in the sun…
16
09 2007
Dog Wrestling
Crazy! Two days ago I ate about 6 bowls of food, human food, and treats, but just lay around all day tired and acting depressed. Yesterday, I was going crazy! Litterally bouncing off the walls, and parading my blankets around and hitting things because I kept tripping over them. I was jumping up on mom and dad and biting and barking and being crazy!
As you can see in the photo above, I was dog wrestled into calmness. My parents tried to calm me down, but nothing woudl do it! Dad usually does the dog wrestling, but mom got hers in yesterday. You can tell by my face that I am thrilled mom can wrestle me down…
Anwyay, Dad finally took me for a run at night, and I dropped like a log. Hyperactivity is tiring. Just like a kid I had my sugar crash (oh yeh, sugar- mom was giving me rice krispy treats!!!) Just kidding, it was Dad. Mom doesn’t give me human food, but dad told me to say it was her.
Anyhoo… I am now going to go and pass out in bed again with mom, who still isn’t up yet, even though Dad is about to get in the shower and go to work! (Its awesome). Basically, I like mom more than dad, but dad gives me food…
13
09 2007
Master McCrazy
Ben here- Winston is still asleep in my spot on the bed. Yesterday when I went to bed I discovered Winston fast asleep on Jaci’s pillows. Not caring, because they weren’t my pillows, I got into bed- the dog didn’t move. This morning I wake up, and the dog is next to my head! Not only that, but he has my blanket, I don’t have any, and he is pushing me away with his paws!
As you can imagine, that didn’t last long considering that I outweigh him by like 220 lbs, he got chucked, unceremoniously under the covers, down by my feet. I then woke up to go make coffee, and get ready for work, and he was still under there. I patted him and left. But when I came up to get a sweatshirt (It is August, and I think we need to turn on our heater again- it is a high of 12 degrees today!) and where is dog? but in my spot.
He is so cute now… but when he grows up, he better not be on my pillow, I’ll tell you that much! I would have tossed him in his kennel right then and there , if he hadn’t been puking a lot lately, and Jaci complaining about how hard it is to clean the kennel gets on my nerves…
You got to love the dog, but soon he is going to be spending some more time outside in the garden thinking about how dogs should behave…
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08 2007
Sleeping in Bed
I have finally coerced my parents into letting me sleep in bed with them! Basically I whine, and bark, and make a racket everytime they put me into my kennel, and behold- I am in the bed! They hav even finally given up on trying to put me into the kennel for even part of the night! As a luxury dog, I require a bare miniumum of 100 thread count sheets, comforter and duvet. I don’t think this is too much to ask, seeing as how I am doing the vital job of keeping their legs warm.
Dad thinks that I am willing to sleep in my “spot” (shown in the above picture). Often times when we all get into bed, I will head up to the top of the bed for goodnight kisses and licks. But really, I am going up there to see if I can get some pillow. I mean if dad and mom have pillow, why can’t I? I think that is just rude that they don’t give me any! Dad gets tired of it after a while, and sends me to the bottom of the bed by pushing me and saying: “go spot”, but I don’t care, I fight back by twisting and biting and whining. I have gotten to the point, where now I can sleep between the two of them at night.
Another place I like is under the covers. I actually will go to my spot under the covers, so I can lean up on their feet, but if I am in the middle, I like touching them both. Mom and Dad say that I am tryiing to push them off the bed, but really, I lie in the middle so I can cuddle them both at the same time, then either mom or dad will flip over, and I have to stretch to reach them! This makes it look like I am crowding the bed or pushing them off, but really I don’t want either of them to feel left out.
To be fair, mom does this to dad, even when I am at the bottom of the bed, she’ll try to cuddle him, he’ll roll, and he ends up with no blanket, and no bed, and she has most of the bed! It used to be worse back when the bed was against the wall, because then dad or I would be smashed up against the wall which is not fun.
Also not fun- sunlight in the morning! It gets bright early here during the summer, I mean 4 am early, so even if I am not under the covers at night time, come 4 am, I am heading under- I have to crawl up onto dad’s face, then nudge him until he opens up the covers enough, so I can get in. Then I crawl and cuddle on his legs until he opens them so I can be between his calves- then he can’t roll so much and knock me about, plus I actually get air that way.
Dad gets up early- around 615, this is also disappointing, because then I have to go downstairs to gaurd him while he makes coffee, but as soon as he sits down to watch the news- bang! I am upstairs and back in bed! I could stay there all day!
Woof!
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