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Riverhound

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  1. For Joe, the first thing he learned was "house" (as in, get your arse in it!). That was unintentional, but may have saved his life the day a pair of free range pit bulls pushed the gate open. Joe did what I told him, I got REALLY BIG AND LOUD and scared them off, and all was well. I also now make sure the gate is properly latched.

     

    Brees knows her name, "cookie" and "pee". That is all. She is very pretty, though.

  2. Even Brees, whose prey drive is out of control, recognizes largish babies as humans (she has never seen a brand new one). She's mostly nervous around toddlers. I would never leave her with an unsupervised rugrat, because I'd be afraid the kid would do something dumb and hurt her, or get bonked in the face by a playful snooter. I don't leave her with unknown adults for the same reason. Use common sense and everything will be fine. :)

     

    And on the small dog thing, it took us bringing a wandering shih-tzu home for several days before Brees realized that not all small fuzzies are food. The first night, she barked incessantly at the closed door it & I were behind (after "tasting" it when I first brought it in). By the time we found its people, she knew it was a dog, and now recognizes small dogs as not food.

  3. Joe and Brees fight over the "best" spot on the sofa -- the one between Mommy and Daddy. My legs used to go there.

     

    When Joe tosses a stuffy around the living room, the TV remote can't "see" through him, so we can't pause Netflix.

     

    On the very rare occasions I pretend to clean, when I put the toys in their bin, Brees must immediately remove each and every one. Over and over, until I give up.

     

    Joe looks good in everything.

  4. Oh, MP, I'm sorry. You know how I feel about that little beastie.

     

    We're going to the vet tomorrow. Joe is lame on the right front. The whimpering scares me more than any GSOD.

     

    Package received. I haven't sent anything out yet, including Secret Santa. Was planning on tomorrow, but I'm going to flip out instead. Soon, though.

  5. The E-vet is probably going to tell you to call the poison line.

    They did. I did.

     

    I'm to expect barfing and poop leakage. Fudge.

     

    Dad and I made the 15 hour drive from Florida yesterday. I arrived home at 1:30. Sleep at 2:30. Awake at 6:30 -- then bridesmaid crap for the big fat Guate-Paki-Rican wedding all day. I'm so done. The shower is tomorrow. I have to be there at 7:30. Ahhhhhhhh!

     

    This should totally be in Soap Box.

  6. Sigh. At some point today, don't know when, one or both dogs ate an almost full 8 oz bottle of salmon oil. It was intended for them, but not in that quantity.

     

    I had hubby google-- he didn't find anything. They seem fine. Reassure me? (Or freak me out. Whichever is warranted.)

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