Animal Issues

Happy Showgirl Is Happy

It’s in the 30s(f) here today. Ice fog and just fog, awaiting the rain forecast for a bit later today. I’m much happier because of it but not nearly as happy as the happy showgirl.

Lola Belle is the puppy who likes being outside as much as possible. And even if she isn’t outside, she likes to sit at the back door and watch for squirrels through the window. With the super-cold the last week/ten days, she’s been unable to be outside and I will not allow her to stay in the cold room for very long because IT IS TOO COLD in the office for me to have the door propped open for her to go in and out.

So today, Lola is one helluva happy showgirl. She’s so happy that she she has spent quite a lot of time teaching Buster butt to play properly. Normally she just kind of ignores him out there or puts him in his place for being stupid. Today though, she tried to teach him to play chase — which is the game that she and Skeeter like the best. The game that Buster butt does not know how to play.

She managed to get him to play properly for all of five minutes and then he went back to being stupid and just trying to pounce her every ten seconds. So, she sent him in the house to be stupid on his own and went about her business of guarding the yard and just being her happy outdoorsy showgirl face-licking self.

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Buster Needs a Water Table

Buster Butt likes to play in water. A lot.

Before it got colder than hell, he’d splash around in mud puddles outside.

He’d tap his paw in the water dishes – all of three of them.

He’d drag them, full of water, around the house.

We kept having to pick the water bowls up and leave them on counters, which meant that none of the dogs ever had water when they wanted water.

We’d remember late in the day that nobody had water and we’d fill up a bowl and put it on the floor. Lola and Skeeter would drink. Buster would drink and drink and drink and then decide to play in the bowl. So, the water would get taken away again.

TW researched unspillable water bowls and decided we needed to order Buddy Bowls. I was skeptical but ordered two.

Once they arrived, I was still skeptical but they did seem significantly less spilly than regular bowls.

But, Buster Butt drags them all over the house and chews on them and I can assure you that they are not spill-proof. I wipe up water ALL DAY LONG because he has dragged one around the house and spilled it all over the place.

And once again, the bowls live on the counter and we have to remember to put some water in them and let the dogs have them for awhile — at least until Buster Butt annoys us by dragging them around and spilling water all over the place again.

I think he needs a water table, like the one JMP got for Christmas.

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The Showgirl Is a Delicate Flower

A couple of days ago, whatever day it was that the snow started to really, really fall — the puppies had been outside playing while TW cleared the driveway and when they came running in, Lola slid on the top step and just sat there panting. If another dog got near her, she growled. I thought for sure she’d broken her leg…

I got the other two dogs inside and locked in the kitchen and by the time I got back to the cold room to help her, she was walking around, slowly, in the office.

I sat down with her and looked at her legs and feet and everything seemed fine. She’s a tough little showgirl (obviously, since she survived a skewer through the belly while pregnant) and we all went on about our business.

Today, the dogs were outside playing when Lola suddenly started shaking and walking like something hurt… duh. It’s her feet, not her legs. Her feet are getting so cold that she can’t walk and they hurt. I’ve never seen that happen to a dog before.

None of the dogs have exhibited this problem, while we’ve lived here. When I lived in NJ, I never saw a dog have that problem either, (and lord I saw a lot of dogs when I lived in Jersey, since I worked at an animal kennel… but that could be that they only spent about five minutes, twice a day, out in the snow — the rest of the time they were in their indoor runs?)

We always joke about Skeeter being the delicate flower but it turns out the tough showgirl has delicate paws.

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Buster Butt Is a Butt

Sigh.

This dog.

Have you read Marley & Me? Seen the movie? Buster is very Marley-like.

He just doesn’t get it. Well he GETS everything and I do mean everything. He doesn’t GET that there are rules and things he should not have, do, or eat. He does not recognize the word “no”. He doesn’t recognize tone of voice that might indicate someone is unhappy with him. He does not understand clapping or whistling or can shaking or clicking. Time outs in his crate mean nothing except that he’s lonely and oh, maybe he can just eat his crate pad or the bars of the crate or his food bowl while he’s lonely.

He only understands that there are things he wants to knock over, eat or climb.

He climbed to the top of the metal spiral staircase today and thought the ceiling/floor might be good to eat. And then he jumped from the top of the stairs to the floor. Not a smart dog.

Except that he is smart – he learned “down” and “sit” (for treats) much more quickly than Lola and pretty much as quickly as Skeeter. He can also figure out how to get into ANYTHING.

He’s just not smart in the right kind of way.

He has learned absolutely nothing about what the rules of the house are. Not one thing and he’s making us nuts. Insane. Bonkers.

But he’s awfully pretty.

And he’s very sweet. He loves his people TONS and he loves his dogs. He even loves the prairie dogs in a way that the other two do not. He doesn’t harass them. He doesn’t guard them. He just licks them for as long as they will let him. Lola is a face licker but Buster is a prairie dog licker.

Gah. I hope we survive him. I really do. (At least TW’s method of keeping him out of the trash cans has worked… so far.)

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We Don’t Like Change, The Dogs and I

When Buster joined our family, it threw the Skeeter poodle into a tizzy. At night, when TW said “Off” and turned off the light, Skeeter poodle couldn’t figure out what to do because Buster butt was on HER bed by the door.

It didn’t matter that there was a perfectly nice dog bed by the bathroom door. That. Was. Her. Spot.

So I tried switching the dog beds. No go. She didn’t just want her spot or her bed, she wanted HER BED IN HER SPOT and Buster butt had somehow claimed that for himself.

Then we bought new dog beds on Black Friday because the dog beds we had were in BAD shape. I threw the old dog beds into the office and into the family room and TW carefully rearranged the bedroom furniture so that all dog beds were in one place and none of them were in Skeeter’s old spot by the door.

None of the dogs are thrilled with this. None of them want to sleep on the new fancy dog beds. I keep finding Skeeter laying on her old bed in the office (at least until we caught her tearing her old dog bed apart yesterday. Sigh.)

The only real success we’ve had with the new dog beds is the fancy pink dog bed for Lola’s crate. But even that hasn’t been foolproof. I put her old crate liners into Buster’s crate and every now and then Lola gets confused and tries to go into Buster’s crate because THAT IS WHERE HER (old) BED IS.

It’s all crazy making stuff around here, I swear.

But then again. I’m kind of the same way.

After sleeping on a mattress on the floor in SC for a year, I had a hard time adjusting to a real bed. (TW still teases me about complaining that the bed was too close to the ceiling.)

When TW makes me a new quilt, I long for my old quilt for weeks (months, even.)

Change sucks. Even if that change brings fancy new beds or quilts.

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I Wish Buster Was As Thankful…

I’ve learned to really appreciate baby gates and dog crates.

Skeeter learned pretty quickly that a closed baby gate meant she needed to stay behind the baby gate and she ended up not really needing to be crated when we weren’t home. She stays in the kitchen, behind the baby gates, and she’s good ’til we get back.

Lola jumped the baby gate within the first hour of being in our home but quickly learned that when the baby gates are closed, she needs to stay on the other side. She, unlike Skeeter, likes her crate and goes there when you tell her to or when anyone looks like he/she is going out/in the front door.

Buster has learned nothing. Not one thing. Except to go to his crate for breakfast/lunch/dinner or some other special treat he might get when we’re going to leave for awhile. He’s also learned how to open his crate and how to open the baby gates. And if he can’t open the baby gate, he just barrels through it.

I’m really thankful for the gates and the crates. I’d be more thankful if Buster appreciated them just a little more.

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BUSTERRRRRRRR!

We’re doing a lot of BUSTERRRRRRRRRRR yelling around here. This puppy gets into more than Skeeter ever dreamed of getting into.

He’s a climber.

He’s also a thief.

He does chew things, certainly, but mostly he steals things and runs. Here’s a list of the things he has stolen recently.

– A plastic watering jug (that was on a shelf about chest high).
– Old photos of TW’s mom and siblings as children.
– TW’s iPhone.
– Shoes off of my feet (while I was trying to put them on) and slippers off of TW’s feet while she was walking.
– A Staples bag containing three reams of printer paper (Buster is also STRONG)
– Library books from the bedside table, from the bed, from the library cart and from the bag hanging on the library cart.
– 3 cans of coke.
– An electric screwdriver.
– Coupons from my desk and from my coupon storage ottoman thingy.
– Tissue paper, rubber stamps, and markers from my art desk.
– A bag of prairie dog hay.

As I typed this, he tried to steal the dustpan (it’s one of those that has the stand up pole thingy so you don’t have to bend over to sweep stuff into it) and a broom. He couldn’t get either of those through the door way but he tried, boy did he try.

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Buster’s Progress Report

Buster (aka Hamlet) was listed as “shy” and that was a serious understatement. Buster wasn’t shy, he was terrified of people. Today, two days later, he is shy with a little bit of scared thrown in.

But, just a little less than 48 hours have passed and he’s made huge progress. Here are some things Buster can do (though not always) now that he could not do on Thursday.

Buster can:
– Take a treat out of a person’s hand.
– Eat a treat while in his crate.
– He can walk from one end of the house to the other, following dogs or people. (Though showing him the red confidence leash speeds up the process.)
– He can walk to his crate, while wearing the red confidence leash.
– He picks toys up off of the floor and plays with him. (He joined a game of fetch, once, by grabbing a toy Lola was retrieving from me — and he kept it, though it helps that Lola did not try to take it away.)
– He can join Skeeter and Lola in roughhousing, for a few minutes.
– He can walk past a person who is standing or sitting still.
– He can go in and out of the back door while a person is standing at the door.
– He can stand in the doorway or on the steps while a person is standing there. (which is why this morning’s photo, above, was such a big deal. He could not even do THAT yesterday.)
– He can approach a person who is standing or sitting still and sniff or lick them. He might even let the person pet him for a few seconds.
– He can wander into the bedroom when people and dogs are in there.
– He can put his front paws on the bed to see what the people and the dogs are doing.
– He can wander in during nap time and decide to nap on Skeeter’s bed while the people and the dogs are napping on the bed.
– He can sniff the prairie dogs.
– He can approach a person who is sitting or standing still, when called. Though he will only go halfway before he turns around to find a safe place to lay down.

Things he cannot do, EVER:

– Hold his spot or approach a person who is walking toward him.

He’s one heck of a cute puppy and once he has some weight on, and some more confidence, he’s really going to be a beauty. Right now he’s just sweet and when he lets you walk by him or stand near him or, gasp, pet him, you kind of feel like you’ve won the lottery.

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Senility Has Set In

I’ll be 50 on Monday and I was feeling just fine with that. But now I’m a little concerned. My mind, my senses, it’s all going. I need someone to THINK because I’m apparently unable to do so, any more.

Obviously.

Since I asked for a puppy for my birthday.

And got him.

This is Buster, formerly known as Hamlet.

So maybe I haven’t completely lost my mind. He needed us to adopt him after the horrible bus accident. Watching him in a crate with his brother, before they’d let people into the tent area to check out the adoptable dogs — it was heartbreaking to see him just lay there. He didn’t move. He didn’t look around. He didn’t even think about barking.

HEARTBREAKING.

He’s very afraid of people. A little shy around the dogs (especially Lola). Did I mention it’s heartbreaking? But there’s a spark in him, you can see it when he’s outside with the dogs. He really, really wants to play with them. He thought he was awesome sauce when he snuck up on Skeeter (who was peeing at the time) and nothing bad happened.

Maybe I’m not senile, just a little softhearted?

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The Poodle Is Sensitive

We have a barking problem. It got worse when the neighbors got a golden doodle who they don’t do a very good job of trying to teach not to bark. Even without that darn dog (and the #asshat neighbors), we’ve got Lola who does not like squirrels or birds and will bark at them non-stop if we don’t bring her in.

So, TW threw the Bark Off thing (she’s a sucker for “As Seen on TV” stuff) into the cart when we were at Petsmart last week and I didn’t growl at her loudly enough to prevent that from happening so… here we are with a $6 gadget that I was pretty sure was not going to work.

Turns out it works really well on Skeeter… too well. She’s terrified to go into the backyard now. I’m not exaggerating.

She goes into the cold room, which leads to the backyard, and stops right inside the door and shakes until we all come back inside. She won’t go any further than just inside the door unless she’s dragged out.

Lola, on the other hand, just keeps on barking at the squirrels and trying to climb the trees.

I made TW turn it off and hide it.

Poor poodle, she’s just so sensitive.

UPDATE: 24 hours later, Skeeter is no longer afraid of the backyard and was happily chasing Lola around and barking at squirrels alongside her.

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