Happy National Dog Day!!

Happy National Dog Day from Buckeye & JellyBean!!  May your day be filled with unconditional love and slobbery doggie kisses!!!

My sister's expressive Frenchie!!!

My Sisters Expressive Frenchie!

My sister has a French bulldog named Bosco that has many human like qualities to the point that he makes you self-conscious wondering just what he is thinking when he stares at you with not so much as a blink. Bosco is brindle colored so sometimes he blends in with my sisters brown furniture especially the leather couch and it can lead to some mistaken surprises.

So one day while visiting I was sitting on the couch watching TV. Bosco was sitting in the recliner right next to the couch.   Well – he is brown, the chair is brown, the couch is brown and so is the cover she has tossed over the chair – you can probably see where this is going…..   Well I was getting up off the couch and missed a step, and I started to fall. I caught myself but as I was falling right at Bosco – that dogs eyes got so wide they looked like saucers, almost bugging out of his head. And when his eyes couldn’t get any wider his mouth popped open wide and I could swear I heard that dog take a deep GASP!!!!!    I immediately started to laugh thinking that he was thinking “OMG don’t you fall on me as his life passed before his eyes!!!!” No I never fell on him, but I did laugh like crazy as he jumped off the chair, and followed me to get a dog treat for the trauma he just survived.

The water dish splash game

THE WATER DISH SPLASH

Just when you think everything is finally going smoothly your dogs correct you to never let your guard down.  JellyBean has come around to start listening and going outside to the bathroom without having accidents in the house – so I am trusting her more and more and she is out of the kennel most of the time now.

She has however come up with something none of my other dogs have ever done before.  She likes to splash in the water bowl. I correct her when I catch her doing it but sometimes she is a little sneak.

On one occasion I had just filled the water bowl and I see JellyBean run over to it , stick her front paws in the bowl and act like she was digging a hole in the back yard. Within seconds this little 4-pound dog emptied the entire bowl splashing water all over the place.  The little cute doggie mat under the bowl was completely soaked and had to be removed. I had to wash the dog bowl because it was cloudy from whatever dirt she had on her paws.

I just told her no. picked up the bowl, emptied it in the bathroom sink and then went to get a mop to clean up the room.  I finally get everything all cleaned up and dried. I put the doggie matt (cloth) into the washing machine and grabbed a bath towel in the mean time to put under the freshly filled water bowl.

I walk into the other room to start the washing machine and I hear all this splashing sounds!!  I was like you gotta be kidding me – I ran over just in time to see JellyBean again with her paws in the bowl this time splashing the water all over the towel and the wall.  Needless to say I was not a happy camper. I yelled at her NO!!! and I moved the water dish off the towel and moved the towel to the sink so it didn’t drip all over the place. I mean it was positively soaked to the point I could have wrung the water by twisting it.  I grabbed a different towel and started wiping down my walls so there wouldn’t be any damage from the water. I take that towel plus the soaked one in the sink and put it in the washing machine with the doggie mat and I return to the room to again replace the water dish with clean water and a towel underneath.  

Unfortunately I didn’t get that far, as the little brat had emptied what ever water must have still been in the bowl onto my bare tile floors  I never saw the water till it was too late and my legs did the Scooby doo shuffle underneath me. I did some crazy dance that my body wasn’t prepared for before I crashed down to the floor right into the water.  Now my pants were soaked, but I was grateful I didn’t break any bones during the fall. I was also glad I didn’t land on JellyBean and squash her – at first I was getting really upset but then here comes JellyBean – little miss happy go lucky innocent puppy dog – who just hops up onto my lap where I sat with her tail wagging furiously and kisses me in the face.   I just started laughing (probably getting hysterical) and realized this was just one more adventure in having a clueless puppy dog.

On a side note – I bought a large rubber mat that you would put shoes and boots in that has a 2” rim around the entire mat – I put the water bowl in the middle of it – and it solved all the problems – guess it wasn’t fun for JellyBean anymore if there wasn’t any mess anymore. She hasn’t splashed in the water bowl since!!

JEALOUS OF THE NEW PUPPY

JEALOUS OF THE NEW PUPPY

Anyone who thinks dogs don’t have feelings, just doesn’t understand how similar they are to children.  

I have been working very hard to potty training new puppy JellyBean to go outside to do her business.  I have been making progress but still have to be the sideline coach, motivator and cheerleader.

I am delighted that she has finally started to get the idea. And this morning I had her outside with Buckeye in the backyard to go for their morning bathroom time.

I got excited when JellyBean first went pee pee very quickly. So I encourage her saying “yayyyyyyy JellyBean” now go poop, and hurry up (so she doesn’t take forever).  Low and behold she walks over squats and is in the middle of pooping- I am cheering her on “good dog, yay JellyBean, Good Girl!!” Well apparently Buckeye was not pleased 1 - that I was giving her so much attention and 2- where was all his applause he pooped and peed right away.   

So to show me his displeasure, while JellyBean is still in the middle of her poop – Buckeye casually walks over to her, lifts his leg and pees all over her.  I mean she was drenched in pee. Poor dog is squinting as it rained down on her head but she continued till her poop was out – I yelled at Buckeye that he was bad and what the hell was he thinking – but the dang dog just smiled at me since he apparently was very pleased with his accomplishment.    

I grabbed JellyBean up and quickly brought her inside to the bath tub and clean her off – then she got treats for being so good.   Buckeye still seemed pleased with himself. Damn Dog! I still love him but seriously!

The New Fence

 The New Fence

My house is surrounded by hedges on three sides.  Since the association would not allow me to have the hedges I wanted (ficus),  I had to go with something called Viburnum.  It’s just as nice as ficus but doesn’t kill the water systems. It also doesn’t grow as think or as low to the ground which is what I wanted in the first place.

My back yard faces other homes back yards and I rather have my privacy, plus I couldn’t afford the $40,000 for the only type of fence that the home owners association would allow. Someone remind me if I ever move never ever to get into a house that has a home owner association in it.  For the few good things they provide are not worth the headache and condo commando mentality the rest of it causes.

Anyway, It took six years for the viburnum hedge to grow in thick. The only problem is it didn’t stay very short to the ground there are holes and large pockets that the dogs just run through,  but I can’t fit through to follow (note to self – start a diet soon!). 

Buckeye never runs away – always comes back after removing the squirrels from his yard (Mr. Protector).

So I come up with the brilliant idea of what about one of those critter fences. The little green ones that are more of a mesh, that blend in with the hedges so they are undetectable yet would keep my dogs from running full speed through the hedge to chase the squirrels and bunnies. Not to mention they are much more affordable (not cheap but affordable).

 

It takes me three days, with lots of help to meticulously install the 3 foot mesh through the entire hedges and yard.  The mesh is pulled very tight and adhered with zip ties to stakes in the ground and set back into the hedges so they are practically invisible.  I am hot, sweaty, my back is killing me and I’m totally exhausted.  But I am proud of the accomplishment and know this will stop the neighbors from complaining about the dogs running through to the other side (although I am sure they will find something else to complain about).

So, now comes the big test. I let Buckeye out. He spots the invasive squirrel and runs after it. The squirrel, apparently watching me the entire weekend install the fence,  knows about it, so he goes up and scrambles over the hedge. Buck who also had been watching me all weekend obviously didn’t make the connection and ran head first, full force into the fence.  The poor dog bounced off the fence and rolled backwards.  I would have felt really bad because he let out a yelp and actually was about to laugh when he shook his head (I guess to shake himself back some composure). He then took three steps backwards and ran as fast as he could towards the hedges again – I winced thinking oh no he is going to get hurt trying to bulldoze the fence (which never budged) and then he sprang into the air like a deer and sailed through the hedges about six inches over where the three foot fence ended.

 

I was both impressed and really ticked off that all my work didn’t stop him.

On a side note I think he was just trying to show me that he was once again smarter than I am, because he only went over the new fence that one time and now respects it as a boundary and doesn’t cross it.

Now he just runs around to the front of the house, where there isn’t a fence and gave the neighbors something new to complain about……….I am trying to save for the association specific gates to enclose the front of the house.

my dog wears my clothes

I have heard about separation anxiety in people but never really thought it could apply to my dog.  Everyone says that Buckeye (who is now 2 years old) is ridiculously attached to me, but I just fluffed it off as non-sense.   When my mom stayed with me she said that he would sit from the time I left at 7 am for work to the moment I walked in the door at 4pm by the front door staring out of the side light window.  She knew when I was near the house because he started crying and carrying on running like a maniac from room to room jumping from couch to couch and in her words “announcing I was home”.  

As soon as I would walk in the door he would bully his way past my other two dogs and jump into my arms. He literally would stand on his hind legs (making him just a few inches shorter than me) wrap his front paws around my neck, tuck his head into my shoulder and just hug me like he remembered that I saved him by adopting him.  At first I thought it was so cute, but then his anxiousness started to turn destructive.

He went from waiting for me all day to getting annoyed that it was taking too long to get this work thing over with. Now don’t get me wrong – when I got home I got the same loving honeymoon greeting, however, I would also find my shoes eaten, the bread from the counter top on the ground and thrown all around – but not eaten??.  He worked his way though all my shoes, my roommate’s shoes, my mother’s shoes, purses, wallet and credit cards. He tore apart every single one of his stuffed animal toys – when he started to poop fluff I knew there were not going to be any more stuffed animal toys purchased for him.  Then there was the wall – which I learned very quickly how to patch drywall – to say the least my patience was getting thin.  But how can you get angry when he greeted me with such love when I walked in the door. And those big sweet eyes filled with love.

My little Pekinese Munchkin (annoyed that there were no toys left for her to play with) is terrified of rain storms and especially thunder.  Living in Florida, this is often an issue during the summer rainy season.  Ok, I haven’t lost my mind. Just bare with me and I promise it is related to the Buckeye story.  My best friend saw on Animal Planet TV, a vest that is called a “compression vest” which in theory makes the animal feel protected by being wrapped and warm.  Well instead of buying the vest I tried putting on one of her little sweaters during the storm and to my amazement she didn’t shake or hide.  That got me to think, hmmmm wonder if this could work for Buckeye and make him feel secure. I also remembered how he would drag my dirty clothes around with him while I was gone so I figured what the heck I would give it a try.

Of course being a 73 pound Rottweiler mix, he didn’t have a little doggie sweater hanging around.  So after I woke up and got ready for work- I took the pajama top that I wore overnight knowing it had my scent on it and put it on Buckeye.  I tied his collar through the short sleeves to keep them from dragging on the floor and gathered and tucked the bottom then put a hair tie around it (so he didn’t pee on it if he went outside).  I had coated a bone with peanut butter and put it in the freezer over night and handed I it to him (and one to each other dog also).  He happily ran off with the bone and ignored me when I left for work.

I checked in with my roommate and my mom several times during the day.  They said he was like a different dog. My mom even had the nerve to ask me if I had drugged him.  I asked what did she mean?   I was told that he has been calm all day. He hadn’t destroyed anything, just slept peacefully on the couch, and let them know when he needed to go out.   Calmly chewed on his bones and deer antler chew but didn’t cry, bark or pace.

Not sure if it was just a fluke I tried it for a week with the same results.  I think I was on to something.  Just to test it- one morning I didn’t put my sleep shirt on him. I came home to two couch pillows torn to shreds.  

Needless to say – I now share my clothes with my dog on a daily basis.

BAZOOKA BUBBLE GUM

When I was a kid I loved bazooka bubble gum.  I know the taste didn’t last long and after a few minutes it was like chewing a piece of tar – but the first few chews were pure heaven. At least that’s how I remember it. I haven’t seen it in a while in the stores and certainly not the 2 cents I used to pay for a piece.  So I was so excited when I went to the pharmacy and saw they sold it in a small pack. I happily bought the pack and put it in my car so I would have it when I wanted a piece.  I kept it in the little side pocket on my driver’s side door and used it sparingly since it’s not easy to find anymore.

Buckeye loves to go for car rides. All my dogs do,  but Buck really really loves them. In fact if you just mention going for a ride you had better already be prepared to leave with your keys in hand otherwise he practically knocks you over jumping with joy.  He just can’t contain himself.  Once he is in the car he is calm (unless he spots another dog or we are parked in a space – that’s when my goofy dog who is afraid of a paper bag becomes the master protector of the vehicle- save that for another story).  I think that all the jumping around, barking running back and forth to the front door to where I have the leashes hung up tires him out. But the moment you mention a ride all hell breaks loose in the house.  He starts jumping and barking I swear its the sounds of pure happiness in his bark – it’s almost impossible for him to sit still long enough for me to click his leash on. And when I get the leash on the other dogs he grabs them and drags them to the front door also as if they forgot their way outside.

Well we all get loaded up in the car on our big adventure to the post office to mail a package – living in Florida I never leave my dogs in the car for any length of time – it gets too hot and they could die of heat stroke in only a few minutes, a very painful awful death and these are my babies.  I always wait till the late afternoon when it cools off to even think of taking them in the car.  Even then I still take a second set of keys to leave the vehicle running – no one is going to get near the car with Buckeye guarding it.

All three dogs know there places in the car. Almost like children knowing assigned seating.  The husky Zorro being the biggest (yes he is fat and overweight) sits in the back with both sides of windows open and walks back and forth between the two windows.  Buckeye gets the passenger seat, usually sticks his head out the passenger window letting the breeze hit his face and the slobber go flying backwards sometime even hitting the husky when he sticks his head out the back window on the same side – not very pretty by the time rides are finished. Munchkin is the easiest and most compact – she’s my 11lb Pekinese who just sits like a queen on an orthopedic pillow wedged in-between the two front seats covering what would have been cup holders.

It’s only a short ride but the dogs are so happy you would have thought I drove them across country.  I get to the post office – leave the car running with air-conditioning on, windows only open enough for them to get noses out, doors all locked and I run in to go mail my package before they close.  I parked right in front of the big glass doors so I can keep an eye on them from the counter.

That was quick; all finished now back to the car to drive home.  Hmmmmm something is weird usually Buckeye greets me at the window all excited that I have returned to the car.  But he’s sitting in the back, the very very back of the car, and lying down with his paws covering something and his head on his paws.  I go to the back of the hatchback and open it up so I can see what he has because, he is obviously hiding something – and looks guilty as sin.

I call him over, he gets up -  but hesitantly which means the darn dog knows he did something he shouldn’t have…. And there I see it my bazooka bubble gum box shredded all over the back – the majority of the gum chewed up and gone – bubble gum in the dogs hair and caught in between his teeth, his breath smelled like bubble gum and his one ear was stuck to the side of his head glued together by a piece he must have chewed and tried to get out of his mouth only to get it stuck in his hair.  Then I notice the other dogs who were both now sitting up in the front seat looking at me and wagging their tails, mouths wide in a grin as to say – mom it was all Buckeye, we didn’t do a thing, we are good dogs and buckeye is a bad bad dog……but the two of them have gum stuck in their hair also……l quickly pick up what’s left of the pieces of gum and the shredded box and toss them into the garbage at the post office. I know now what’s in store for me when I get home – I have to bath all three dogs and try to get gum out of all their hair without chopping up with scissors, making them look like a puppy punk rock band.

The entire drive home I kept picturing in my head the sort of contortionist position buckeye would have had to put himself in and the dexterity he would have needed to pull out the box of gum (without dropping anything in the front seat) because it was stored folded over, in the side pocket of my driver’s side door that actually sits low to the floor wedged in between the door and the driver’s seat.  In order for him to get that he would have practically been standing on his head upside down on his paws and somehow wedged his long snout down the side of the driver’s seat to work the box up to the top of the pocket to finally get it out and then had to dodge the other two dogs to get it into the back of the car. 

 All this and chew the gum and destroy the box in the less than 5 minutes I was in the post office.  The mental picture of him achieving this made me laugh and shake my head.

And people wonder why I prefer to usually leave the dogs home and not just take them for “only a short ride and it will make them soooooo happy”…..ughhhhhhhhhh