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Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Friday, December 18, 2009
Don't mind us, we're mindless
I've got Dexter in training to be a mindless idiot with no training on him whatsoever.
Say whuuut?
That's right ... according to one of the stupidest discussions on a breed board I've ever read to date, if you play fetch with your dog, you're just an mindless idiot imposing your mindlessness and idiocy on your poor dog.
Poor dogs.
Stop smiling Piper! After 7 years of fetch, you are far too stupid to be happy.
Sorry Tweed, sATCh and 5 times Nationals Qualifier, your enormous repertoire of commands is a sham and all I can do now is hope to fix the damage that 9 years of fetch has done to you. You'll have to stop looking so eager - I too am a mindless moron, and I'm probably too diminished to throw this ball for you by now.
*insert eyeroll here*
I dunno about you guys, but I think that's a big load of hooey. I played fetch with my dogs just yesterday, and checked the ground over carefully afterward. Saw no signs of brains left in the grass, so I'm going to have to assume they didn't become dumber from the experience. I might be dumber for having read the discussion though.
I like playing fetch with my dogs. And 3/4 of them like it right back at me. All the eye-rolling I did might have impeded my reading comprehension, I admit, but what I walked away from it with was the idea that border collies are too smart to play fetch, but stupid not to play fetch, and therefore, people who play fetch should turn in their border collie ownership cards and stick to goldfish.
Uh oh. Scratch that.
Say whuuut?
That's right ... according to one of the stupidest discussions on a breed board I've ever read to date, if you play fetch with your dog, you're just an mindless idiot imposing your mindlessness and idiocy on your poor dog.
Poor dogs.
Stop smiling Piper! After 7 years of fetch, you are far too stupid to be happy.
Sorry Tweed, sATCh and 5 times Nationals Qualifier, your enormous repertoire of commands is a sham and all I can do now is hope to fix the damage that 9 years of fetch has done to you. You'll have to stop looking so eager - I too am a mindless moron, and I'm probably too diminished to throw this ball for you by now.
*insert eyeroll here*
I dunno about you guys, but I think that's a big load of hooey. I played fetch with my dogs just yesterday, and checked the ground over carefully afterward. Saw no signs of brains left in the grass, so I'm going to have to assume they didn't become dumber from the experience. I might be dumber for having read the discussion though.
I like playing fetch with my dogs. And 3/4 of them like it right back at me. All the eye-rolling I did might have impeded my reading comprehension, I admit, but what I walked away from it with was the idea that border collies are too smart to play fetch, but stupid not to play fetch, and therefore, people who play fetch should turn in their border collie ownership cards and stick to goldfish.
Uh oh. Scratch that.
Mr. Woo, of course, doesn't play much fetch. But Mr. Woo also sticks his head in thorn bushes, gets thorns in his ears, cries and bleeds and then repeats the experience the next day. And the next. Etc.
He *might* be kind of stupid.
Yay! What?
Dexter has a message for the fetch haters.
I do lots of things with my dogs. The other evening, I sat down on the floor and taught Dexter to run across the room and stand on a box. He knows sit, down, stay, come, gimme five, target, spin, get out, off, up, load up in the car, stay for paw wiping, tug, and my personal favourite "hugs and kisses" (when he puts his 'arms' around my neck and I lift him up for both those things). He's 4 months old and he knows tons of stuff! My dogs get to for walks, swimming, hiking up mountains, to agility classes, to flyball tournaments, to friends and relatives' houses ... and yes, they also get to play fetch. It seems ridiculous to me to belittle someone for playing a game with their dogs as part of a well rounded life of a variety of activity.
Less theorizing. More fetch. Kthnx.
Yay! More fetch!
On one of our daily constitutionals, I took this shot kinda off the cuff randomly and then laughed and laughed. It's like Wootie orchestrated it to not-so-subtly point out out how pathetic other tails in this world are, comparatively. Like, these sparse porcupine-tails are making him gag as he sees them fluttering around pathetically in front of him.
And it goes without saying, of course, he's got no respect for the excuse-for-a-tail, the Naked Snake, sported by his youngest brother.
In other news, "Little Man," now known as Journey, is healing up like a champ.
If Tweed doesn't take him out first ...
Ooomph.
And lastly, the people who share my property recently moved in with their border collie, Kila. Piper Does Not Like Kila, who is one of those border collies who stalks other dogs who are trying to play, cuts off their escape routes and grabs fur as they run by (given the choice between a dog who is enraptured with a hockey ball, and one who is allowed to obsess over other dogs, I'll take the former any day!).
Do. Not. Want.
^^ imperious princess.
He *might* be kind of stupid.
Yay! What?
Dexter has a message for the fetch haters.
I do lots of things with my dogs. The other evening, I sat down on the floor and taught Dexter to run across the room and stand on a box. He knows sit, down, stay, come, gimme five, target, spin, get out, off, up, load up in the car, stay for paw wiping, tug, and my personal favourite "hugs and kisses" (when he puts his 'arms' around my neck and I lift him up for both those things). He's 4 months old and he knows tons of stuff! My dogs get to for walks, swimming, hiking up mountains, to agility classes, to flyball tournaments, to friends and relatives' houses ... and yes, they also get to play fetch. It seems ridiculous to me to belittle someone for playing a game with their dogs as part of a well rounded life of a variety of activity.
Less theorizing. More fetch. Kthnx.
Yay! More fetch!
On one of our daily constitutionals, I took this shot kinda off the cuff randomly and then laughed and laughed. It's like Wootie orchestrated it to not-so-subtly point out out how pathetic other tails in this world are, comparatively. Like, these sparse porcupine-tails are making him gag as he sees them fluttering around pathetically in front of him.
And it goes without saying, of course, he's got no respect for the excuse-for-a-tail, the Naked Snake, sported by his youngest brother.
In other news, "Little Man," now known as Journey, is healing up like a champ.
If Tweed doesn't take him out first ...
Ooomph.
And lastly, the people who share my property recently moved in with their border collie, Kila. Piper Does Not Like Kila, who is one of those border collies who stalks other dogs who are trying to play, cuts off their escape routes and grabs fur as they run by (given the choice between a dog who is enraptured with a hockey ball, and one who is allowed to obsess over other dogs, I'll take the former any day!).
Do. Not. Want.
^^ imperious princess.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
It's beginning to look a lot like
... like it's damn cold outside!
That's the start of our first official snowfall. I realize it doesn't look like much, but that was taken two hours ago. Now the snow has covered everything already, and my thermometer tells me it's -3 outside. That's just too darn cold. And the snow continues to fall.
ETA: A similar view just 2 hours later. And it's still snowing like crazy!
I would have risked the Wrath of the Dogs and declared a moratorium on outside time today, but I had to go out this morning to pick up The Package.
ZOMG!
That's Little Man, fresh from Kamloops, gimpy leg and all.
Il est joli, est il non ?
He's a lot fluffier than Dexter, though way smaller. And he's says that's fine, as he doesn't even want to be confused with Dexter, whom he does not really like.
Gee, I wonder why.
BONZAI!!!!!
Where ya goin', Gimpy? Come back here and play with me!
He probably feels a little vulnerable with that bum leg, and Mr. Bossy Boots wasn't really instilling confidence in him, poor wee felly.
And he still doesn't have a name, can you believe that? His previous owners were calling him "Lucky" but given that they managed to get him run over by a car within a week or so of owning him, that's a bit of a cruel irony ... even for me. So he needs a name. Any suggestions?
He's pretty cute, and you can see that one hip is no good. As I type, he standing there staring at one of the cats on just 3 legs. He looks normal when he runs, but he's not putting any real weight on that leg. This week he'll be going into our vet with his x-rays for a re-evaluation and then we'll schedule the surgery. And it's all thanks to the so so many of you who donated toward these costs! Some donated a little, some donated a lot and in the end we have what should be enough to cover the costs of making this little pants-biting miracle all better again!
Congrats to Amy Miller, who won the custom pet portrait from Laughing Dingo Studios!
I didn't get too many shots of him, I'm sorry. It was just too cold outside and my camera, which is on its last legs at the best of times, becomes sluggish and uncooperative in the cold.
And it is cold. The snow continues to fall, which Piper thinks is a lousy reason for me to not walk them.
Woo could care less. It's not as though he actually walks anyway.
And it's Dexter's first snow fall!! I was excited for him.
What's that white stuff falling from the sky?
It's been a busy week for us, as fosters come in and move on. Little Man will be going to another foster home this afternoon, where he won't be tempted to wrassle with Dexter after his surgery.
We temporarily has The Fire Breathing Dragon, aka Saphy:
This littlemonster dog is, if you can believe it, the product of a border collie and a cross of pomeranian/chihuahua.
All 20 lbs of her! And she is a going concern. Ball CRAZY and fast as the dickens. She is available through TDBCR - height dog for flyball, anyone?
We also made a new friend, Luna the world's most adorable black lab puppy.
And Maia, Lens Licker Extraordinaire.
Maia and her mum will be fostering Ziggy, who will available through our rescue soon as well.
Feed me, Seymour!
That's the start of our first official snowfall. I realize it doesn't look like much, but that was taken two hours ago. Now the snow has covered everything already, and my thermometer tells me it's -3 outside. That's just too darn cold. And the snow continues to fall.
ETA: A similar view just 2 hours later. And it's still snowing like crazy!
I would have risked the Wrath of the Dogs and declared a moratorium on outside time today, but I had to go out this morning to pick up The Package.
ZOMG!
That's Little Man, fresh from Kamloops, gimpy leg and all.
Il est joli, est il non ?
He's a lot fluffier than Dexter, though way smaller. And he's says that's fine, as he doesn't even want to be confused with Dexter, whom he does not really like.
Gee, I wonder why.
BONZAI!!!!!
Where ya goin', Gimpy? Come back here and play with me!
He probably feels a little vulnerable with that bum leg, and Mr. Bossy Boots wasn't really instilling confidence in him, poor wee felly.
And he still doesn't have a name, can you believe that? His previous owners were calling him "Lucky" but given that they managed to get him run over by a car within a week or so of owning him, that's a bit of a cruel irony ... even for me. So he needs a name. Any suggestions?
He's pretty cute, and you can see that one hip is no good. As I type, he standing there staring at one of the cats on just 3 legs. He looks normal when he runs, but he's not putting any real weight on that leg. This week he'll be going into our vet with his x-rays for a re-evaluation and then we'll schedule the surgery. And it's all thanks to the so so many of you who donated toward these costs! Some donated a little, some donated a lot and in the end we have what should be enough to cover the costs of making this little pants-biting miracle all better again!
Congrats to Amy Miller, who won the custom pet portrait from Laughing Dingo Studios!
I didn't get too many shots of him, I'm sorry. It was just too cold outside and my camera, which is on its last legs at the best of times, becomes sluggish and uncooperative in the cold.
And it is cold. The snow continues to fall, which Piper thinks is a lousy reason for me to not walk them.
Woo could care less. It's not as though he actually walks anyway.
And it's Dexter's first snow fall!! I was excited for him.
What's that white stuff falling from the sky?
It's been a busy week for us, as fosters come in and move on. Little Man will be going to another foster home this afternoon, where he won't be tempted to wrassle with Dexter after his surgery.
We temporarily has The Fire Breathing Dragon, aka Saphy:
This little
All 20 lbs of her! And she is a going concern. Ball CRAZY and fast as the dickens. She is available through TDBCR - height dog for flyball, anyone?
We also made a new friend, Luna the world's most adorable black lab puppy.
And Maia, Lens Licker Extraordinaire.
Maia and her mum will be fostering Ziggy, who will available through our rescue soon as well.
Feed me, Seymour!
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Tick tock, tick tock
Where does the time go?
Can you believe this strapping young lad:
Was once this little guy?
Zomg, Ryan, you got huge!
What?!
Waaaah!! My lost youth! Woe is me.
I guess I've got puppy growth on the bean today, as I ponder what this little feller is going to look like one day.
Since this photo was taken, I'm told his white bits are getting all freckly!
I know you are all VERY excited to watch Spike-o-saurus grow up, but I gotta tell you, I'm afraid!! It has been a really looong time since I raised a puppy (and that puppy was Tweed, which doesn't give me a lot of confidence!) and I've forgotten everything.
But you have been craving a puppy forever, Food Lady! No I haven't - I mean, I have, but I crave puppies in the abstract. Cutiepie wiggly fluffy butts. Not peeing, pooping, chewing no-training machines. Eep.
So you swapped Maeve for a little puppy. You suck. Maybe I do suck, but I assure you, there was no Maeve swapping going on here. I love my Miss Maeven, and she is pretty much exactly the age I would *prefer* to adopt ... because I'd much rather have an idea of a dog's structure, temperament and drive than the unknown of a wee puppyblob. I prefer a little training, an attention span, the Oscar-winning bonus of being HOUSEBROKEN and sleeping through the night. Maeve is SO MUCH WIN. Young adults are a million times better than puppies. You just remember I said that the next time you go looking for a dog to adopt.
Liar. You were going to adopt Spike all along. Nope, I really wasn't. I *heart* the whole litter of pups - again, in the abstract. I loved going to Hilary's house, smergling puppy bellies, and then going home to my well trained* adults. I was not in love with any one puppy. And Spike really was the litter leftover - we received over 100 applications for this litter and exactly zero of them were for Spike. I'm not sure why, but I hope I can raise him right and make all 100 of those people feel like they made a big mistake! (actually, I only want to make 93 of them feel like they made a mistake - the other 7 adopted his siblings, so by default I automatically love those people. They're family now.)
*Woo excepted.
Do you know what the temperament tester said about Spike?
BIG PERSONALITY.
Oh boy. What have I done?
I should've just kept Maeve! Although after today's mud splattered outing, perhaps not too.
What?
Miss Graceful did a faceplant into 6 inches of mudpuddle. And you wonder why she wouldn't make a great agility dog?!
Ridiculous. It was just a little mud. Stupid, fussy, fastidious Food Lady.
It's the worst time to get a puppy too - smack in the middle of my move, no money, no job, right on the heels of Miss Maeve, who leaves 24 hours before Spike arrives ... ugh.
I just hope it doesn't stress the Big Dawgs out too much. They're already going to be sad that we are leaving behind some of our favourite places, like Bridgeman Park in the Fall.
Auntie Jody, did she just say 'no more Bridgeman?'
I just hope that bringing home a tiny humpable will distract Mr. T!
mmmm ... humpable puppy .....
Oh and have I mentioned that Mr. Woo HATES puppies?
Like this puppy, seconds before Mr. Woo informed him he was about to get his butt kicked clear across the Lower Mainland.
There are only 3 things in the world Mr. Woo does not like:
1) lettuce
2) being left behind and
3) puppies.
Great.
Anyway ... got any idea for a name for Spike? I've not come up with anything good for him yet.
And who wants to puppysit for me on Sunday evening, November 1st? My wonderful mum got us tickets to see David Sedaris in Vancouver for my birthday gift.
He's really cute! (Spike I mean, not David)
Do you notice how in EVERY photo of Spike, he is looking straight at the camera lens? Yeah, that might have had a little something to do with my decision ... :)
Can you believe this strapping young lad:
Was once this little guy?
Zomg, Ryan, you got huge!
What?!
Waaaah!! My lost youth! Woe is me.
I guess I've got puppy growth on the bean today, as I ponder what this little feller is going to look like one day.
Since this photo was taken, I'm told his white bits are getting all freckly!
I know you are all VERY excited to watch Spike-o-saurus grow up, but I gotta tell you, I'm afraid!! It has been a really looong time since I raised a puppy (and that puppy was Tweed, which doesn't give me a lot of confidence!) and I've forgotten everything.
But you have been craving a puppy forever, Food Lady! No I haven't - I mean, I have, but I crave puppies in the abstract. Cutiepie wiggly fluffy butts. Not peeing, pooping, chewing no-training machines. Eep.
So you swapped Maeve for a little puppy. You suck. Maybe I do suck, but I assure you, there was no Maeve swapping going on here. I love my Miss Maeven, and she is pretty much exactly the age I would *prefer* to adopt ... because I'd much rather have an idea of a dog's structure, temperament and drive than the unknown of a wee puppyblob. I prefer a little training, an attention span, the Oscar-winning bonus of being HOUSEBROKEN and sleeping through the night. Maeve is SO MUCH WIN. Young adults are a million times better than puppies. You just remember I said that the next time you go looking for a dog to adopt.
Liar. You were going to adopt Spike all along. Nope, I really wasn't. I *heart* the whole litter of pups - again, in the abstract. I loved going to Hilary's house, smergling puppy bellies, and then going home to my well trained* adults. I was not in love with any one puppy. And Spike really was the litter leftover - we received over 100 applications for this litter and exactly zero of them were for Spike. I'm not sure why, but I hope I can raise him right and make all 100 of those people feel like they made a big mistake! (actually, I only want to make 93 of them feel like they made a mistake - the other 7 adopted his siblings, so by default I automatically love those people. They're family now.)
*Woo excepted.
Do you know what the temperament tester said about Spike?
BIG PERSONALITY.
Oh boy. What have I done?
I should've just kept Maeve! Although after today's mud splattered outing, perhaps not too.
What?
Miss Graceful did a faceplant into 6 inches of mudpuddle. And you wonder why she wouldn't make a great agility dog?!
Ridiculous. It was just a little mud. Stupid, fussy, fastidious Food Lady.
It's the worst time to get a puppy too - smack in the middle of my move, no money, no job, right on the heels of Miss Maeve, who leaves 24 hours before Spike arrives ... ugh.
I just hope it doesn't stress the Big Dawgs out too much. They're already going to be sad that we are leaving behind some of our favourite places, like Bridgeman Park in the Fall.
Auntie Jody, did she just say 'no more Bridgeman?'
I just hope that bringing home a tiny humpable will distract Mr. T!
mmmm ... humpable puppy .....
Oh and have I mentioned that Mr. Woo HATES puppies?
Like this puppy, seconds before Mr. Woo informed him he was about to get his butt kicked clear across the Lower Mainland.
There are only 3 things in the world Mr. Woo does not like:
1) lettuce
2) being left behind and
3) puppies.
Great.
Anyway ... got any idea for a name for Spike? I've not come up with anything good for him yet.
And who wants to puppysit for me on Sunday evening, November 1st? My wonderful mum got us tickets to see David Sedaris in Vancouver for my birthday gift.
He's really cute! (Spike I mean, not David)
Do you notice how in EVERY photo of Spike, he is looking straight at the camera lens? Yeah, that might have had a little something to do with my decision ... :)
Friday, October 16, 2009
So Long ... Farewell
It's time to say goodbye!
We had our last puppy visit last night. This weekend the Peanuts turn 8 weeks old. Next week they head off to their new forever homes. A happysad time for all.
Adios, Charlie. Enjoy your new life with Sue and Glee!
What? You're sending me away?!
You're going to LOVE living with Phil and Mary, Franklin!
*yawn* Wake me when we get there.
*zzzzzzz*
Buh Bye Linus. Scott will treat you right!
Yeah uh-huh, whatever, NOMNOMNOM
Make us proud, Lucy. The Deacons can't wait to welcome you!
Put me down. There is havoc to wreak.
And I'm taking this with me.
Patty, please do something with those ears before you go live with Cathie.
I'm affronted!
Sweet Sally, I'm sad to see you go, but Nan is going to love you.
ha ha ha. That's what she thinks. I hope she has lots of pants.
And Schroeder, please don't bite the Jan and Wally in the crotch!
Stop pointing that facebox at me.
Pretty soon it will be time to say good bye to Miss Maeve as well.
Say what?
Today she is meeting what we hope will be her forever home, on beautiful Bowen Island.
Don't make me go! I wuv you :(
BOOHOO! I am so sad about Maeve. But I know she is going to LOVE her new home. No Tweed standing sentry in doorways to prevent her from coming in to visit me. No Piper to flash Mad Teeth (tm) at her every 10 seconds. Two humans who will take her hiking and swimming and trail running - she's going to absolutely adore it there. I wouldn't let her go if I didn't think she would.
So who wants to help me move into my new place on October 30th. Anyone? Hello?
*crickets*
Oh come ON people!! Lend a girl a hand!
I'll let you hold my new puppy, Spike!
(didn't see that one coming, did ya? Heh heh heh).
Seriously though, I could really use some help moving...
We had our last puppy visit last night. This weekend the Peanuts turn 8 weeks old. Next week they head off to their new forever homes. A happysad time for all.
Adios, Charlie. Enjoy your new life with Sue and Glee!
What? You're sending me away?!
You're going to LOVE living with Phil and Mary, Franklin!
*yawn* Wake me when we get there.
*zzzzzzz*
Buh Bye Linus. Scott will treat you right!
Yeah uh-huh, whatever, NOMNOMNOM
Make us proud, Lucy. The Deacons can't wait to welcome you!
Put me down. There is havoc to wreak.
And I'm taking this with me.
Patty, please do something with those ears before you go live with Cathie.
I'm affronted!
Sweet Sally, I'm sad to see you go, but Nan is going to love you.
ha ha ha. That's what she thinks. I hope she has lots of pants.
And Schroeder, please don't bite the Jan and Wally in the crotch!
Stop pointing that facebox at me.
Pretty soon it will be time to say good bye to Miss Maeve as well.
Say what?
Today she is meeting what we hope will be her forever home, on beautiful Bowen Island.
Don't make me go! I wuv you :(
BOOHOO! I am so sad about Maeve. But I know she is going to LOVE her new home. No Tweed standing sentry in doorways to prevent her from coming in to visit me. No Piper to flash Mad Teeth (tm) at her every 10 seconds. Two humans who will take her hiking and swimming and trail running - she's going to absolutely adore it there. I wouldn't let her go if I didn't think she would.
So who wants to help me move into my new place on October 30th. Anyone? Hello?
*crickets*
Oh come ON people!! Lend a girl a hand!
I'll let you hold my new puppy, Spike!
(didn't see that one coming, did ya? Heh heh heh).
Seriously though, I could really use some help moving...
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