Friday, July 4, 2008

I can't believe it

Last night at class there was an Oliver dog and I have spent the morning mooning over my dogs that aren't here. I'm pathetic.

But, I have done a good job of teaching my kids boarding is fun and to be enjoyed. I never mope when I take them-and they are always eager to go see their friends. The one exception is a solo trip-it rarely happens and is never a pleasing thing. At least a solo trip to the kennel. A solo trip with ME is a huge treat (go figure).

Back a few dogs ago, Dottie had to curtail her travel schedule because Cody didn't like being left alone. Now, as far as I can tell, any member of the pack will do.

I do draw the line at taking in a companion for someone having surgery-but honestly, I've considered it.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

The Sound and the Fury and the SHAME and GLORY

Prissy had a major meltdown in class tonight. We ignored her and she growled so loud and so long people from all over the store came over to watch. I seriously thought about leaving. Then we played pass the puppy-and Prissy came back a changed dog. It's like the exercise triggered something in her head "oh yes, this is a class, there should be other dogs", and after 3 months with no class she hit every command.

Said meltdown was likely due to being (once again) the only small dog in the class-we had a pit bull, a lab and rottweiller nearest to us. But, we can't quit every class because there are no little ones, so I just let her melt it all out.

Somewhere after the embarrassment I remembered to be a calm leader and that transmitted itself down the line to Priss. She and (Dottie) are my best barometers to my own inner strength-cause if I show any weakness she will exploit it.

Next to Lily, who is deaf, Priss has to be the most challenging of my dogs. Now, remember, she was raised by my mother who catered to her every whim, and now Mom lives right down the street-so it has to be confusing....yeah, right. That little girl knows exactly what she's doing, systematically learning commands then testing limits with unerring precision. What a punkin head.

I signed Greta and Oliver up for a small dog/rescue dog meet up. Many of the dogs are pugs (I believe Greta to be a Chug, not a chi) and Oliver is just a sturdy, goodnatured fellow who will enjoy the outing.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Uh Oh

I forgot to cancel the reservations I had for this weekend. I feel awful, so I am taking three of the dogs in. The kennel says that wasn't necessary, but honestly, when you reserve for 6 dogs on a holiday weekend....She said she hadn't had to turn anyone away. OOOOH.

So, I'm taking in Greta and Cody, who despise fireworks, and Oliver, who doesn't like to be too far from Cody. Lily and Bitty can't hear them (Bitty doesn't hear well either) and Prissy could care less-besides, she has a class tomorrow night.

It's funny, no one is bothered by fireworks when they are crated in the house-it's the daytime poppers that really get my dogs going. I don't like them very much either.

Monday, June 30, 2008


Let's see what the fuss is all about.

Sunday, June 29, 2008


This post from a forum, about a Doggie Yurt leads me to believe I am not the only person who likes small dogs.

No, I am not building them a yurt, I am too busy working on the coolest parrot stand ever seen by human kind.

But I do like the whole picture frame idea......

Snacking on a Tree

Or the grass underneath a tree.