Winter walks are always entertaining:
Posts about Ingrid the Labradoodle and Gunter the Chiweenie.
Winter walks are always entertaining:
Eric isn’t choking her, really.
So, I have a male dog. He marks. He even marks over my female dog’s business. Utterly unsurprising.
What is surprising is that he does not wait for her to finish before he starts marking!
…and much screaming and unnecessary winter-time dog bathing ensues. Ugh!
Getting the dogs to stay still with Nathan was a pain, but here was the best we could do:
The “couch with dogs” photograph is now mandatory for all of my guests. You’re on notice.
See also:
I’m reading for tax when I look over and see Gertrude picking up my wallet. I shout at her to drop it. She scampers off.
Then I see:
I’ll see if my warranty covers this foolishness. If not, I may rock a fierce pair of Rottweiler gloves tomorrow ala Cruella de Vil.
Since getting Gertrude, I don’t let Harley sleep on my bed anymore because 2 dogs on the bed makes me feel like I’m sleeping in a homeless shelter. I always wake up to a paw or an ass in my face. They sore, they fart, and that’s just not working for me.
So I cracked down and kicked them both out and they now know to sleep in their doggy beds.
So of course when I’m not looking:
When I told him to get off the bed, he sassed me like, “Psshaw. Please. Who are you to interrupt my slumber?”
Minneapolis is one huge ice rink.
This morning I fell while walking the dogs down the hill. I fell on my hip and then crashed into the dogs like a human bowling ball. Yelping and shouting ensued. I then sat on the ground laughing like an idiot while the dogs looked at me like, “Why in the hell did you do that!?”
The skyway at school was soaked from people’s boots. I almost had a repeat of this morning’s fall and slipped 4 times in 40 seconds. I expect a tuition credit when I break my ankle.
Our epic night started with an epic movie – Avatar.
I was weary of that movie. I am not a big science fiction fan, and the poster of the blue people looked ridiculous. However, this is the most talked-about movie since Paranormal Activity, so I gave into the buzz. Eric was the best person to go with because it was his 4th time seeing the movie!
We went to the swank ShowPlace ICON theater in St. Louis Park. The theater has a free parking ramp, a lounge and bar, and HD menus at the concession stand.
I thought it was odd that the theater had numbered rows and seats like an airplane. This is a great idea for busier nights, but the theater had about 20 people in it and all of us sat awkwardly close together.
Eric and I were in an empty row when this odd man plops in the seat right next to me. Of course it is his assigned seat. A few minutes later, Oddball inserts himself into our conversation and starts telling us his childhood stories. Oddball is about to launch into another story when three of my classmates enter the theater, greet me, and inform us “bitch, you’re in our seats!”
Turns out we didn’t know how to read the row numbers.
So we happily move away from Oddball and nestled in the better, actually-assigned seating for nearly 3 hours of intense cinematography. The movie had stunning special effects, but my attention eroded during the last 20 minutes because the movie was so damn long…
Afterwards we met up with Sabrina at the 19 Bar, where we danced to Beyonce and got into a heated conversation with a boyish lesbian DJ about house music.
Then we went to the Saloon. It was hip-hop night and we had a hilarious time, but there was also at least one black eye and several people yarking all over the place – no one in our party of course, because we keep it classy…
There was also a trip to the Uptown Diner and Eric finally got to meet Gertrude, who has taken a liking to him:
I wonder if I can get shots of all of my friends with the dogs…
Today was a little miserable. My nose started running at the Saloon last night and I assumed that it was another allergic reaction to Eric’s cats. This afternoon the nasal congestion turned into full blown sneezing sickness, so I am going to take my diseased self to bed. After the dog walk of course…
I’m really proud of this picture:
Although it obviously took a few tries:
Despite her best efforts, Gertrude had to chose between the couch and the bone.
This picture is a small miracle:
Getting these two to stay still and face the camera is nearly impossible because Gertrude always jumps off the couch when I get up to take a picture.
Last night they both slept on my bed, which was a …cozy situation. I have two doggy beds, so the bedtime pile-up will be short lived.
I also need to move my desk. The desk is in a corner right now and it’s completely awkward when these two needy lugs wrap around my chair, vying for attention.
The desk change and the bed-time rules must wait until tomorrow because I am too exhausted to enforce anything tonight. I may round up the party and go to bed soon.
Both Getrude and Harley seem utterly uninterested in each other, which is better than the WW3 scenario the people at the humane society were expecting. Both however, are being incredibly needy and nudging my legs.
Updates soon.
I had some cute pictures of Angelo that I forgot to post. Behold:
Angelo went home on Sunday, and his parents said that he seems lonely.
I suspect there are some play dates in Harley’s future.
I’m dogsitting Joel’s brother’s pug.
The pug was initially too hyper for Harley. The pug tore into the room and swung around Harley.
Harley shot me a look like “who brought the circus in?”
The pug has calmed down, and Harley likes him now. They have even started practicing their blank stares:
We received over a foot of snow during Christmas week, which then melted for a day and refroze.
And (to my great amusement) this has turned into quite the exercise program for Harley:
“What? This isn’t a pillow for me?”
So he’s pouting. He needs to go out, but doesn’t understand what a hassle putting on the long-john’s is.
This is why he makes a point of lingering once we do get outside. He doesn’t really need to sniff each pole, but he wants to see me shiver. This is the state of things…
A few minutes after I let him out of the kennel I noticed he was chomping on something blue – a TomCat Poison mouse block!
I flip out, yank the rest of the poison from his mouth, and then call the vet. The vet told me to bring the dog to the pet hospital right away or induce vomiting with hydrogen peroxide.
I did not want to be at the animal hospital all night on the eve of an exam. I tried studying in the ER last semester, and it didn’t go well. So I ran to CVS, got a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and then shoved a table spoon into my very-confused dog’s throat.
I then got the idea to call the poison control number on the TomCat box.
The poison control operator took my information and said that I shouldn’t worry because my dog needed to eat 37 blocks to have problems.
Me: “37 blocks? Then how effective is it on mice?”
Poison control: “Oh, it’s a slow poison. They eat the block over the course of a few days and the anticoagulant causes massive internal bleeding. So if you dog has multiple exposures, then I would worry, but I wouldn’t worry about massive bleeding from a single block.”
Me: “…lovely.”
The fishy thing about Harley eating the block is that I placed the blocks in the kitchen cabinets, but Harley ate the block in the living room. He’s kenneled when I’m gone, so there is way for him to get to the blocks inside of the cabinets…
I think the mice are trying to kill my dog. It’s time to buy some traps. I declare war! …now back to Real Estate law…
The nice part about having a big dog during winter is that he doesn’t get cold and pissy like the smaller dogs.
The annoying part about having a big dog during winter is that he doesn’t get cold and pissy like the smaller dogs so the dog walk isn’t shorter just because the wind chill is -20.
