Well, this is one post I didn't expect to write for a long, long time. Jake had some health issues for quite awhile. He had an autoimmune disease but in the last 2 weeks he became very sick. He quit eating, he slept all the time. He went to the specialist twice. Lots of tests and waiting for results. Finally, they had to admit him to their hospital. Was it cancer? Was it a systemic infection? We kept waiting for answers but in the meantime, Jake was getting worse and worse. I kept thinking he would beat this but when we went to visit, he looked a little more down, a little more miserable. Finally the vet said his kidneys were not working. We kept him in the hospital one more night to see if the antibiotics would kick in and he would show improvement. The next morning we all went in. I was really half-expecting him to see us, wag his tail, and the vet would tell us he had turned the corner and things were improving. Unfortunately, when the vet came in she told us his kidney function had declined even more, his chances of survival were now very slim. The selfish part of me just wanted to keep trying, keep plugging in the drugs, not give up. But when she brought him in to see us, we all knew. He was tired. He had fought as long and as hard as he could. It was time to let go. I won't go into details, it's too hard.
In the end, we don't know what it was that took our strong, young dog down so quickly and I don't really care at this point. The vet had her theories but was unable to completely diagnose it without doing some invasive tests that, at the time, could have proven fatal to Jake with his platelet count so low.
So, here we are. I'm wondering when I'll be able to walk in the door without expecting Jake to come running to us, tail wagging, expecting us to sit on the floor with him and scratch his belly. (our ritual every single time we walked in the door). What will it be like tomorrow when I pick Abigail and her friend up from school, and Jake isn't riding with me?
Just a couple of weeks ago I started to write a post about our Thanksgiving trip with Jake. It's really a pretty funny story. I started the post with a resolution to write more often on Jake's blog. I didn't finish writing it and just a couple of days later, Jake started getting sick. I'm going to miss writing this blog. I'm going to miss the funny things that Jake did that made me laugh. I'm going to miss the way he loved to play tug of war, the way his tail would wag the second he saw Abigail walking toward our van after school, the way he would run back and forth alongside the pool everytime Jeff swam laps, our visits to Pine Gully Park when he and I would just sit on a bench and look out at the bay.
I know there are lots of people out there that think "he's just a dog". But Jake wasn't a little dog to sit quietly in the corner and come out and play with you when you wanted. From day one, he wound his way into every aspect of our lives and he was not going to be left behind. He had decided he wasn't going to be an ornament in our house, he was going to be a part of our family. And he truly was a part of our family. We miss him.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Well, it's time to update on Jake's condition again. After the last post, I thought Jake was going to be fine. He had perked up and was doing quite well. Then it started again. He quit greeting us at the door, quit wanting to play at night. I knew where this was headed. I called Wonderful Vet and took him in again. WV had said all along that he believed it was either a toxic reaction, or if it continued, he might have an autoimmune disease. I kept praying for toxic reaction because that was something he would get over. An autoimmune disease meant more of a long term treatment and I just didn't want either of us to have to go through that. WV did some blood work and I talked to him the next day. He thought that since his symptoms came back and he was severely anemic (he was thisclose to needing a blood transfusion) it was probably an autoimmune disease after all. He couldn't be sure without more extensive blood work and that meant going to a specialist.
I worked in the medical field for many years. I worked at a couple of really big hospitals. I used to feel in my element there and nothing phased me. But walking into a veterinary specialist hospital kind of freaked me out. I made the appointment and had to print out some forms and fill them out before I showed up with Jake. When we walked in, I wasn't sure what to expect but I thought there might be some cute cartoon pictures of dogs and cats like Scooby Doo and Garfield. Little bowls of milk bones, a few chew toys. In hindsight, I guess I was was confusing a vet hospital waiting room with a pediatrician's waiting room. There were sign-in desks for internal medicine, cardiology, oncology, dermatology, etc. The waiting room had chairs and coffee tables just like you would see at a people hospital but next to the "Time" magazines were copies of "Dog World". They even had a coffee pot and below that was a little cupboard with bottled water. I got a bottle of water while I was waiting. Then I saw someone get a bottle of water and pour it in a little dish for their dog. Oh, was this just for the pets? Had I just committed a doggie hospital faux pax? I drank the water quickly so no one would see me drinking it (I wouldn't want to be judged by other dog owners) and decided to stick to coffee if we had to go back there. (I was being optimistic that we would just be there the one time....not true)
After awhile they called us back to an exam room and Internal Medicine Doc came in and examined him. He asked some questions and left. He mentioned everything from autoimmune disease to liver cancer. It was all so clinical. About this time, I was really missing our WV and his staff. Internal Medicine Doc's assistant (I guess that's what she was, I'm not really sure since we were never introduced....a pet peeve of mine. No pun intended) came back with a grocery list of what the doctor thought would be necessary to properly diagnose my Jake. Cue the tears. I was sure my Jake was going to die and it would be a slow and painful death. The poor vet tech looked terribly uncomfortable as I simultaneously tried to pet Jake, get my thoughts together, apologize, and not get snot all over my shirt. We started with the least invasive procedures first: blood work and urine sample. I won't go into details about how they get a urine sample from a dog but it does not involve sending him to a room and asking him to pee in a cup. They brought Jake back to me and all he wanted to do was get out of that place. Side story......when Abigail was 3 or 4 years old, she had to get some immunizations. That was the checkup where they do a ridiculous number of shots at one time.....I believe she had 5 shots. (I would never allow that now) Anyway, when we were leaving the building and walking in the parking lot, Abigail stopped, turned to the building and yelled at the top of her lungs, "I HATE THAT PLACE AND I'M NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN!" I had to apologize to 2 moms who happened to be in the parking lot dragging their now thoroughly scared kids in. Anyway, I have a feeling that's pretty much how Jake felt at the time. In fact, when we left the building, Jake walked about 5 steps from the front door, stopped and peed. Right there on the sidewalk, right there at the entrance. It was a big enough puddle that the next people walking in our out were going to have to take a big step over. He didn't even try to go to the shrubs that were about 2 feet to the side of the door. Nope. That was Jake yelling, "I hate that place!"
After an agonizing wait, I got a call from the hospital and they said Jake did, indeed have an autoimmune disease. They put him on a large dose of prednisone and antibiotics for 2 weeks to start. It turned out, it was going to be a longer treatment than that, but I'll get to that in the next blog.....
I worked in the medical field for many years. I worked at a couple of really big hospitals. I used to feel in my element there and nothing phased me. But walking into a veterinary specialist hospital kind of freaked me out. I made the appointment and had to print out some forms and fill them out before I showed up with Jake. When we walked in, I wasn't sure what to expect but I thought there might be some cute cartoon pictures of dogs and cats like Scooby Doo and Garfield. Little bowls of milk bones, a few chew toys. In hindsight, I guess I was was confusing a vet hospital waiting room with a pediatrician's waiting room. There were sign-in desks for internal medicine, cardiology, oncology, dermatology, etc. The waiting room had chairs and coffee tables just like you would see at a people hospital but next to the "Time" magazines were copies of "Dog World". They even had a coffee pot and below that was a little cupboard with bottled water. I got a bottle of water while I was waiting. Then I saw someone get a bottle of water and pour it in a little dish for their dog. Oh, was this just for the pets? Had I just committed a doggie hospital faux pax? I drank the water quickly so no one would see me drinking it (I wouldn't want to be judged by other dog owners) and decided to stick to coffee if we had to go back there. (I was being optimistic that we would just be there the one time....not true)
After awhile they called us back to an exam room and Internal Medicine Doc came in and examined him. He asked some questions and left. He mentioned everything from autoimmune disease to liver cancer. It was all so clinical. About this time, I was really missing our WV and his staff. Internal Medicine Doc's assistant (I guess that's what she was, I'm not really sure since we were never introduced....a pet peeve of mine. No pun intended) came back with a grocery list of what the doctor thought would be necessary to properly diagnose my Jake. Cue the tears. I was sure my Jake was going to die and it would be a slow and painful death. The poor vet tech looked terribly uncomfortable as I simultaneously tried to pet Jake, get my thoughts together, apologize, and not get snot all over my shirt. We started with the least invasive procedures first: blood work and urine sample. I won't go into details about how they get a urine sample from a dog but it does not involve sending him to a room and asking him to pee in a cup. They brought Jake back to me and all he wanted to do was get out of that place. Side story......when Abigail was 3 or 4 years old, she had to get some immunizations. That was the checkup where they do a ridiculous number of shots at one time.....I believe she had 5 shots. (I would never allow that now) Anyway, when we were leaving the building and walking in the parking lot, Abigail stopped, turned to the building and yelled at the top of her lungs, "I HATE THAT PLACE AND I'M NEVER GOING THERE AGAIN!" I had to apologize to 2 moms who happened to be in the parking lot dragging their now thoroughly scared kids in. Anyway, I have a feeling that's pretty much how Jake felt at the time. In fact, when we left the building, Jake walked about 5 steps from the front door, stopped and peed. Right there on the sidewalk, right there at the entrance. It was a big enough puddle that the next people walking in our out were going to have to take a big step over. He didn't even try to go to the shrubs that were about 2 feet to the side of the door. Nope. That was Jake yelling, "I hate that place!"
After an agonizing wait, I got a call from the hospital and they said Jake did, indeed have an autoimmune disease. They put him on a large dose of prednisone and antibiotics for 2 weeks to start. It turned out, it was going to be a longer treatment than that, but I'll get to that in the next blog.....
Monday, August 8, 2011
Waiting Room Observations
It's been an interesting summer. As I mentioned in the last blog, Jake was a pretty sick little pup. Then Jeff went to Hong Kong for a week and Abigail had surgery on both of her feet. I'm tired and I haven't really done anything all summer. But enought about me, here's the latest on Jake.....
After the first round of antibiotics, steroids, and "geritol", Jake improved. I took him back for another round of blood work last week and Jake was his old perky self while waiting in the waiting room. Instead of hiding behind my legs, he was trying to make friends with every other person and dog that walked in. Jake is just a friendly kind of guy. I like to think he takes after me because when I sit in a place with other people around, I'm usually going to find someone to talk to. I like to talk. A lot. So I started chatting with the lady sitting across from me. She was a petite lady with blond hair and was holding the cutest little white dog. The lady was dressed nicely and her dog had a little bow in her hair. This is the type of lady that doesn't just cross her legs or slumps. She sits up straight and only crosses her legs at the ankles. Picture perfect. Another lady came in and sat down next to her. Lady #2 was very talkative and made a running commentary on everyone and everything. I like those kind of people. (since this blog is about Jake, I won't write about the time I spent 4 hours sitting on a bench at the Kemah Boardwalk talking to possibly one of the funniest ladies I have ever met. While we were both waiting on our kids, she made comments about everyone at the Boardwalk that day. No one was spared....and it was hysterical) Anyway, lady #2 had brown hair and a cute brown and white pekingese who seemed to be making his own commentary about the other dogs. He let out little yelps and yaps whenever he thought it was appropriate. Next was a man bringing (actually, he was dragging) a cute little shih tzu. When it was obvious the dog wasn't going to come in on her own, the man picked her up and put her over his shoulder like a baby. So cute. He sat next to me, patting the dog on the back like he was burping her. Jake pretty much ignored her, he was still trying to get to the talkative pekingese. The man was interesting because he was wearing black shorts and a black and white t-shirt and his dog was black and white. He had black hair and a beard and his dog was in dire need of a haircut herself. When he was holding her, she almost just blended in.
Then it hit me. Wait a minute, that dog looks just like her owner! Then I looked at the petite, well groomed, blond lady and her petite, well groomed blond dog. Then I looked at lady #2 with her brown hair and running commentary and her brown little pekingese with his running commentary. Unbelievable! Dogs really do look like their owners! I've written about people at the dog park and how some dogs and owners seem to share certain personality traits, but this was different. These dogs really did LOOK like their owners! While I was pondering this, a man that looked like and was built like the famous fighter Oscar De La Hoya came in carrying a laundry basket. A laundry basket can only mean one thing...puppies! The puppies got everyones attention and we all had to get a look. Pekingese lady (of course) asked what kind of puppies they were. No kidding....they were boxers! Ok, at this point I was starting to giggle a little. Then, in walked a thin, frail, timid looking little lady. She had a puff of bleached blond hair on the top of her head. She pulled in a thin, frail, timid looking poodle....with a puff of white hair on the top of his head. She signed in and sat down. Her poodle was a "standard", easily the biggest dog in the room at this point. But honestly, it looked like the pekingese could have snapped him like a twig if he wanted to. While poodle lady was filling out paper work, Jake thought he would go over and welcome them. Poodle did not like it one bit and let out a hefty growl, then hid behind his owner's legs. Pekingnese lady kept saying, "Oh, you're not a friendly dog at all are you? Not a friendly dog. You don't want to be friends, do you?" and other things. The poodle owner was totally ignoring her dog's growling and Pekingese lady's comments. Actually, I think if she could have growled at Pekingese lady, she would have.
After all these case studies, I had to seriously look at Jake. Just how much did I favor him? Or maybe he doesn't look like me. Maybe he looks more like Abigail or Jeff. He's their dog, too. When I look at him, I think he has a cute, happy, slightly stupid look about him. Then I started to really worry. Do I look slightly stupid? One thing I did notice: because of his schnauzer/beagle coloring, he has dark roots. Ok, we do share that feature. But then it was time to go back and visit with Wonderful Vet.
WV took more blood from Jake and we got the results the next day. His blood levels had improved all across the board. Still not where they should be, but they are improving. WV is now pretty sure he ate something he shouldn't have. The plan for now is keeping him on antibiotics for another 2 weeks and continue with the geritol. We go back in a few weeks for another check up.
Before I left, I thought about asking WV and his staff if they have ever noticed the whole "dogs look like their owners" myth. But then in my mind I pictured them looking at me, looking at Jake, looking back at me and decided I better not ask.
After the first round of antibiotics, steroids, and "geritol", Jake improved. I took him back for another round of blood work last week and Jake was his old perky self while waiting in the waiting room. Instead of hiding behind my legs, he was trying to make friends with every other person and dog that walked in. Jake is just a friendly kind of guy. I like to think he takes after me because when I sit in a place with other people around, I'm usually going to find someone to talk to. I like to talk. A lot. So I started chatting with the lady sitting across from me. She was a petite lady with blond hair and was holding the cutest little white dog. The lady was dressed nicely and her dog had a little bow in her hair. This is the type of lady that doesn't just cross her legs or slumps. She sits up straight and only crosses her legs at the ankles. Picture perfect. Another lady came in and sat down next to her. Lady #2 was very talkative and made a running commentary on everyone and everything. I like those kind of people. (since this blog is about Jake, I won't write about the time I spent 4 hours sitting on a bench at the Kemah Boardwalk talking to possibly one of the funniest ladies I have ever met. While we were both waiting on our kids, she made comments about everyone at the Boardwalk that day. No one was spared....and it was hysterical) Anyway, lady #2 had brown hair and a cute brown and white pekingese who seemed to be making his own commentary about the other dogs. He let out little yelps and yaps whenever he thought it was appropriate. Next was a man bringing (actually, he was dragging) a cute little shih tzu. When it was obvious the dog wasn't going to come in on her own, the man picked her up and put her over his shoulder like a baby. So cute. He sat next to me, patting the dog on the back like he was burping her. Jake pretty much ignored her, he was still trying to get to the talkative pekingese. The man was interesting because he was wearing black shorts and a black and white t-shirt and his dog was black and white. He had black hair and a beard and his dog was in dire need of a haircut herself. When he was holding her, she almost just blended in.
Then it hit me. Wait a minute, that dog looks just like her owner! Then I looked at the petite, well groomed, blond lady and her petite, well groomed blond dog. Then I looked at lady #2 with her brown hair and running commentary and her brown little pekingese with his running commentary. Unbelievable! Dogs really do look like their owners! I've written about people at the dog park and how some dogs and owners seem to share certain personality traits, but this was different. These dogs really did LOOK like their owners! While I was pondering this, a man that looked like and was built like the famous fighter Oscar De La Hoya came in carrying a laundry basket. A laundry basket can only mean one thing...puppies! The puppies got everyones attention and we all had to get a look. Pekingese lady (of course) asked what kind of puppies they were. No kidding....they were boxers! Ok, at this point I was starting to giggle a little. Then, in walked a thin, frail, timid looking little lady. She had a puff of bleached blond hair on the top of her head. She pulled in a thin, frail, timid looking poodle....with a puff of white hair on the top of his head. She signed in and sat down. Her poodle was a "standard", easily the biggest dog in the room at this point. But honestly, it looked like the pekingese could have snapped him like a twig if he wanted to. While poodle lady was filling out paper work, Jake thought he would go over and welcome them. Poodle did not like it one bit and let out a hefty growl, then hid behind his owner's legs. Pekingnese lady kept saying, "Oh, you're not a friendly dog at all are you? Not a friendly dog. You don't want to be friends, do you?" and other things. The poodle owner was totally ignoring her dog's growling and Pekingese lady's comments. Actually, I think if she could have growled at Pekingese lady, she would have.
After all these case studies, I had to seriously look at Jake. Just how much did I favor him? Or maybe he doesn't look like me. Maybe he looks more like Abigail or Jeff. He's their dog, too. When I look at him, I think he has a cute, happy, slightly stupid look about him. Then I started to really worry. Do I look slightly stupid? One thing I did notice: because of his schnauzer/beagle coloring, he has dark roots. Ok, we do share that feature. But then it was time to go back and visit with Wonderful Vet.
WV took more blood from Jake and we got the results the next day. His blood levels had improved all across the board. Still not where they should be, but they are improving. WV is now pretty sure he ate something he shouldn't have. The plan for now is keeping him on antibiotics for another 2 weeks and continue with the geritol. We go back in a few weeks for another check up.
Before I left, I thought about asking WV and his staff if they have ever noticed the whole "dogs look like their owners" myth. But then in my mind I pictured them looking at me, looking at Jake, looking back at me and decided I better not ask.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sick Little Guy.....
Sometimes things happen so slowly, you don't even realize it's happening. For a couple of weeks, Jake had been getting slower and slower. We blamed the heat. I mean, it's been in the upper 90's with a few 100's thrown in there. It's hot! We all slow down when it gets that hot. But, even when it's hot, Jake will still perk up when he's in the nice air conditioning. And that's when we started to notice that things weren't quite right with Jake.
Every evening, rain or shine, Jake will sit and stare until one of us gives in to the gaze and takes him for a walk. And if we aren't quick enough, he'll start whining. I can handle lots of things. I work in a preschool. I'm used to yelling, crying, complaining, etc. But I don't handle whining. And Jake has figured that out. So he gets a walk every evening. Then, he will come home from his walk and get his rope or Blast (a stuffed dog that Abigail named Blast Hardcheese) and start running around the sofa with it just to go ahead and get that extra bit of energy out.
Another thing he always does is meet us at the door when we come home. I don't know how he does it but sometimes when we drive up, we see him looking out the window, like he heard us coming. He's always so happy to see us. Who doesn't love coming home to that?
And then over the course of a week, it just stopped. He quit whining to go for a walk. He quit playing with his toys. He quit meeting us at the door. Finally one day I actually had to go look for him when I got home. He was upstairs, asleep behind the recliner. He just didn't have the energy to go downstairs to greet us. The other thing we noticed was how he would sit and stare at us but close his eyes and start falling asleep. While sitting up! That was it. Time to take him to see his Wonderful Vet.
I drove him to the vet and instead of being happy that he was going for a car ride, he just sat there with his head hanging. The vet checked him out and noticed he was anemic but his lungs and heart sounded clear. I was afraid of heartworms, courtesy of Channel 2 doing a story about dogs getting heartworms even when they're on preventative medicine. Anyway, Wonderful Vet checked everything and poked Jake in places he didn't appreciate and then took some blood and said we would find out the results the next day. After we got in the car to come home, I saw a side of Jake that I rarely see...he was mad! He got up in the passenger seat of the van and sat, facing forward the whole way home. Not looking out the window, not looking at me when I talked to him or patted his head. He just looked straight ahead. When we got home, instead of jumping off the seat and getting out on my side of the van, he just sat there, looking straight ahead. I walked around to his side of the van, opened the door, and again, without looking at me, he jumped down. He came in the house and went straight upstairs for the next 3 hours.
Stress is a funny thing. Sometimes I handle it, sometimes I don't. This time I didn't. When I got home, I prayed, I cried, I asked people on Facebook to pray, I prayed some more, and I hugged Jake until he would have growled and snapped at me if he had the energy.
The next day, with my stomach in a huge knot, I called the office for the results. Basically it could be 1 of 2 things. He either got into something toxic or he has some type of auto immune disorder. Suddenly, I'm really hoping Jake ate something toxic since that would be the easiest to treat. I mean, come on. This is the dog that ate a razor blade one time. I wrote a whole post on this blog just about things that he has eaten. The treatment for either one of these is sort of the same. (there are lots more details that I understood at the time WV was explaining it to me, but now...not so much) So I took him back that morning and he got 3 shots (an antibiotic, a steroid and a B12) and 2 bottles of pills (antibiotic and steroid) and a bottle of liquid stuff that WV called "doggie Geritol". He also gave me 2 cans of prescription dog food made especially for diabetic dogs or dogs having GI trouble and I was to give him a tablespoon of that every hour just to keep something going through his tummy. Again, on the way home, Jake was mad. This time, instead of looking straight out of the window, at one point he actually stood up, turned to the side and faced the side window. He rode home with his back to me the whole time! Anyway, this was on Friday and WV said we should see a slight improvement by Saturday and he wanted me to call and report. Have I mentioned that Wonderful Vet is the best vet around? By Saturday morning, Jake was a little perkier. I was cautiously optimistic. Later in the morning, he did the familiar "sit and stare" until I told him I would take him for a walk. He came home, grabbed his toy and ran around the sofa! I was so excited! I called WV's office and told them what was going on. However, I was also told, this doesn't mean he doesn't have the autoimmune thing. But if he does, at least we know the treatment would work. Again, there are many more details than I'm giving you but my brain is tired.
But then Saturday night, it happened. Abigail and I went somewhere and when we drove up to the house I looked, and there was Jake, standing in the window! Even from the street, I could see him wagging his tail. I almost cried, I was so happy.
So, Jake seems to be on the mend for now. He still doesn't have his energy back all the way but as I write this, Jake is at the front window, watching the neighborhood and wagging his tail. Say a little prayer for him if you don't mind and I'll keep you posted......
Every evening, rain or shine, Jake will sit and stare until one of us gives in to the gaze and takes him for a walk. And if we aren't quick enough, he'll start whining. I can handle lots of things. I work in a preschool. I'm used to yelling, crying, complaining, etc. But I don't handle whining. And Jake has figured that out. So he gets a walk every evening. Then, he will come home from his walk and get his rope or Blast (a stuffed dog that Abigail named Blast Hardcheese) and start running around the sofa with it just to go ahead and get that extra bit of energy out.
Another thing he always does is meet us at the door when we come home. I don't know how he does it but sometimes when we drive up, we see him looking out the window, like he heard us coming. He's always so happy to see us. Who doesn't love coming home to that?
And then over the course of a week, it just stopped. He quit whining to go for a walk. He quit playing with his toys. He quit meeting us at the door. Finally one day I actually had to go look for him when I got home. He was upstairs, asleep behind the recliner. He just didn't have the energy to go downstairs to greet us. The other thing we noticed was how he would sit and stare at us but close his eyes and start falling asleep. While sitting up! That was it. Time to take him to see his Wonderful Vet.
I drove him to the vet and instead of being happy that he was going for a car ride, he just sat there with his head hanging. The vet checked him out and noticed he was anemic but his lungs and heart sounded clear. I was afraid of heartworms, courtesy of Channel 2 doing a story about dogs getting heartworms even when they're on preventative medicine. Anyway, Wonderful Vet checked everything and poked Jake in places he didn't appreciate and then took some blood and said we would find out the results the next day. After we got in the car to come home, I saw a side of Jake that I rarely see...he was mad! He got up in the passenger seat of the van and sat, facing forward the whole way home. Not looking out the window, not looking at me when I talked to him or patted his head. He just looked straight ahead. When we got home, instead of jumping off the seat and getting out on my side of the van, he just sat there, looking straight ahead. I walked around to his side of the van, opened the door, and again, without looking at me, he jumped down. He came in the house and went straight upstairs for the next 3 hours.
Stress is a funny thing. Sometimes I handle it, sometimes I don't. This time I didn't. When I got home, I prayed, I cried, I asked people on Facebook to pray, I prayed some more, and I hugged Jake until he would have growled and snapped at me if he had the energy.
The next day, with my stomach in a huge knot, I called the office for the results. Basically it could be 1 of 2 things. He either got into something toxic or he has some type of auto immune disorder. Suddenly, I'm really hoping Jake ate something toxic since that would be the easiest to treat. I mean, come on. This is the dog that ate a razor blade one time. I wrote a whole post on this blog just about things that he has eaten. The treatment for either one of these is sort of the same. (there are lots more details that I understood at the time WV was explaining it to me, but now...not so much) So I took him back that morning and he got 3 shots (an antibiotic, a steroid and a B12) and 2 bottles of pills (antibiotic and steroid) and a bottle of liquid stuff that WV called "doggie Geritol". He also gave me 2 cans of prescription dog food made especially for diabetic dogs or dogs having GI trouble and I was to give him a tablespoon of that every hour just to keep something going through his tummy. Again, on the way home, Jake was mad. This time, instead of looking straight out of the window, at one point he actually stood up, turned to the side and faced the side window. He rode home with his back to me the whole time! Anyway, this was on Friday and WV said we should see a slight improvement by Saturday and he wanted me to call and report. Have I mentioned that Wonderful Vet is the best vet around? By Saturday morning, Jake was a little perkier. I was cautiously optimistic. Later in the morning, he did the familiar "sit and stare" until I told him I would take him for a walk. He came home, grabbed his toy and ran around the sofa! I was so excited! I called WV's office and told them what was going on. However, I was also told, this doesn't mean he doesn't have the autoimmune thing. But if he does, at least we know the treatment would work. Again, there are many more details than I'm giving you but my brain is tired.
But then Saturday night, it happened. Abigail and I went somewhere and when we drove up to the house I looked, and there was Jake, standing in the window! Even from the street, I could see him wagging his tail. I almost cried, I was so happy.
So, Jake seems to be on the mend for now. He still doesn't have his energy back all the way but as I write this, Jake is at the front window, watching the neighborhood and wagging his tail. Say a little prayer for him if you don't mind and I'll keep you posted......
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Going to the dogs
Wow, it's been awhile since I've written anything about Jake. He's been busy, though. Some of it good, some, well, not so much.
Jake survived the winter. He actually likes the cold weather of winter. He likes to run around outside enjoying the cold. My Dad used to always say our dog Snoopy was "feeling his oats" whenever he was running around outside. I have no idea what it means but I've used that term also. I hope it's not anything bad.
One of Jake's favorite things to do while the weather is nice and cool is to go to the dog park. It's a really great place for a dog and it's not such a bad place for people, either. I've been taking him lately, usually on a Friday or Saturday morning. Friday's are nice because it's not too crowded and I'm still a bit nervous walking into a park with my happy-go-lucky, "I wanna be friends with everyone" kind of dog. We've never had any problems but I'm afraid the day will come when Jake comes across a dog that just doesn't want to be friends with him and doesn't appreciate all the backside sniffing that goes along with new found friendship.
A dog park is also a great place to just sit and watch other "dog people". I've decided that most people really are like their dogs. Or their dogs are like them. Whatever. So, after much observation and entirely too much thinking, I've come up with the basic master/dog combos you, too can witness at your local dog park. You have:
The Overachievers: These are the really energetic people that show up with frisbees and tennis balls and always have Border Collies, Australian Shepherds, or some other hyper type of dog. They go around the park and show off all kinds of skills the rest of us wish we had the energy and time to invest in our dogs. They can put on quite a show but the rest of us just watch and hope our dog doesn't pee on someone's leg.
The Families: These are the owners that make going to the dog park a family outing. They have anything from shelties to bulldogs. The parents are always a little on edge. They have their kids and dogs running around the park. Sometimes they're chasing the kids, sometimes the dog. It's a little like trying to herd chickens. I just have a feeling there is a big sigh of relief when they get the right kids and dog in the car and buckled up.
The exercisers: They have labs or retreivers, carry water bottles, and are always dressed in name brand exercise clothes. No old t-shirt and raggedy shorts for them. They walk laps around the park while their incredibly fit dogs run alongside.
The Cool Dog Owners: These are the people that are obviously important and way too busy to walk the dog but they come occasionally because it's the right thing to do. They always have a phone to the ear (or in their ear) or sometimes they're texting. If they're not texting, they usually have a cup of Starbucks. I've seen people spend the entire time on their phone or texting and never look up. I'm amazed at their coordination. I tried to slip into their group once. I showed up with a cup of coffee and my phone. Ok, well, it was McDonald's coffee so I was already down a few notches. Jake was so excited to be at the park, he pulled away from me when we got out of the car. My hand jerked and coffee went all over the front of my shirt. So, as Jake is running through the parking lot, dragging his leash behind him, I'm running after him (still holding my coffee) and trying to get close enough to step on his leash. I ran a few steps and then jumped to try to get my foot on his leash. I did that all the way through the parking lot.....with coffee all over my shirt. Any hopes of joining the Cool Dog Owners vanished right then. I didn't even bother to pull out my phone and pretend to text anyone after that.
The My-Dog-Is-Nothing-Special-But-I-Love-Him-All-The-Same People: These are the people that just go to the park with their average and untrained but happy dogs and sit on the benches and watch the dogs and other people. That's the category I fall into. I usually walk around the park for awhile because Jake won't stray far from me. If I'm moving , he's moving. When I sit, he usually sits close by. Sounds like a good boy, huh? I don't know why he's this way at the park where he has free reign. If he gets out at home, he runs off and it takes half the neighborhood to finally trap him and bring him home.
I've met some interesting people at the park. We always start by talking about our dogs. Sometimes it ends with that, sometimes it moves on. The other week I talked to a very nice man. I'm guessing he is retired. He said he didn't really want the cute little beagle that was digging in a really big hole while we were talking. He was talked into it by his granddaughter. Now he said, he wouldn't take anything for his little friend. I think that's how most people become dog owners. We started out talking about our dogs and ended up talking about how the area had changed in the last 30 years and then about his really great trip to Branson. He told me about the shows he went to and the nice places to stay. I know this sounds like a boring conversation but I was really enjoying our talk. As usual at the dog park, I got his dog's name, but not his. But I hope to see Sam and his owner at the park again sometime and sit on the bench and chat for awhile.
Jake survived the winter. He actually likes the cold weather of winter. He likes to run around outside enjoying the cold. My Dad used to always say our dog Snoopy was "feeling his oats" whenever he was running around outside. I have no idea what it means but I've used that term also. I hope it's not anything bad.
One of Jake's favorite things to do while the weather is nice and cool is to go to the dog park. It's a really great place for a dog and it's not such a bad place for people, either. I've been taking him lately, usually on a Friday or Saturday morning. Friday's are nice because it's not too crowded and I'm still a bit nervous walking into a park with my happy-go-lucky, "I wanna be friends with everyone" kind of dog. We've never had any problems but I'm afraid the day will come when Jake comes across a dog that just doesn't want to be friends with him and doesn't appreciate all the backside sniffing that goes along with new found friendship.
A dog park is also a great place to just sit and watch other "dog people". I've decided that most people really are like their dogs. Or their dogs are like them. Whatever. So, after much observation and entirely too much thinking, I've come up with the basic master/dog combos you, too can witness at your local dog park. You have:
The Overachievers: These are the really energetic people that show up with frisbees and tennis balls and always have Border Collies, Australian Shepherds, or some other hyper type of dog. They go around the park and show off all kinds of skills the rest of us wish we had the energy and time to invest in our dogs. They can put on quite a show but the rest of us just watch and hope our dog doesn't pee on someone's leg.
The Families: These are the owners that make going to the dog park a family outing. They have anything from shelties to bulldogs. The parents are always a little on edge. They have their kids and dogs running around the park. Sometimes they're chasing the kids, sometimes the dog. It's a little like trying to herd chickens. I just have a feeling there is a big sigh of relief when they get the right kids and dog in the car and buckled up.
The exercisers: They have labs or retreivers, carry water bottles, and are always dressed in name brand exercise clothes. No old t-shirt and raggedy shorts for them. They walk laps around the park while their incredibly fit dogs run alongside.
The Cool Dog Owners: These are the people that are obviously important and way too busy to walk the dog but they come occasionally because it's the right thing to do. They always have a phone to the ear (or in their ear) or sometimes they're texting. If they're not texting, they usually have a cup of Starbucks. I've seen people spend the entire time on their phone or texting and never look up. I'm amazed at their coordination. I tried to slip into their group once. I showed up with a cup of coffee and my phone. Ok, well, it was McDonald's coffee so I was already down a few notches. Jake was so excited to be at the park, he pulled away from me when we got out of the car. My hand jerked and coffee went all over the front of my shirt. So, as Jake is running through the parking lot, dragging his leash behind him, I'm running after him (still holding my coffee) and trying to get close enough to step on his leash. I ran a few steps and then jumped to try to get my foot on his leash. I did that all the way through the parking lot.....with coffee all over my shirt. Any hopes of joining the Cool Dog Owners vanished right then. I didn't even bother to pull out my phone and pretend to text anyone after that.
The My-Dog-Is-Nothing-Special-But-I-Love-Him-All-The-Same People: These are the people that just go to the park with their average and untrained but happy dogs and sit on the benches and watch the dogs and other people. That's the category I fall into. I usually walk around the park for awhile because Jake won't stray far from me. If I'm moving , he's moving. When I sit, he usually sits close by. Sounds like a good boy, huh? I don't know why he's this way at the park where he has free reign. If he gets out at home, he runs off and it takes half the neighborhood to finally trap him and bring him home.
I've met some interesting people at the park. We always start by talking about our dogs. Sometimes it ends with that, sometimes it moves on. The other week I talked to a very nice man. I'm guessing he is retired. He said he didn't really want the cute little beagle that was digging in a really big hole while we were talking. He was talked into it by his granddaughter. Now he said, he wouldn't take anything for his little friend. I think that's how most people become dog owners. We started out talking about our dogs and ended up talking about how the area had changed in the last 30 years and then about his really great trip to Branson. He told me about the shows he went to and the nice places to stay. I know this sounds like a boring conversation but I was really enjoying our talk. As usual at the dog park, I got his dog's name, but not his. But I hope to see Sam and his owner at the park again sometime and sit on the bench and chat for awhile.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Christmas decorations....
Ok, it's been quite awhile since I've posted anything on Jake. It's not because he hasn't done anything post-worthy. There are the 3 ink stains on the living room carpet, for example. No, Jake has been as busy as ever. But when I think about writing about his exploits I start to worry about what people are thinking about me. Like the ink stains. People might wonder how he can get his mouth on 2 pens. Yes, 3 stains but he used 2 pens to do the damage. I'm afraid people will think I leave ink pens just laying around the house. To be honest, I'm not sure how he got the pens. I'm pretty sure one of them was on the coffee table in the living room. A big no-no. Usually, before we leave a room, we do a quick scan and make sure everything is up. And by everything, I mean remote controls, phones, pens, pencils, shoes, small pillows, etc. In fact, we pretty much just have furniture and 17 chew toys in the living room. And the living room and kitchen are the only rooms he has access to. All the other doors in the house are closed. And still, he is able to get pens and leave 3 sizeable blue spots on our beige carpet. And they're not even in a place we can cover with furniture. Right in the entry way. Oh well.
In any case, please don't think my house is in that bad of shape. I don't have a maid so our house looks like a maidless family lives here.
And now it's Christmas. I love Christmas. I love the decorations, the tree, the food....everything. Last year, Jake didn't bother the tree too much. He found it interesting, but he didn't bother it. We put our presents under the tree and he didn't do too much damage with them. This year is a little different for some reason. He's a lot more sneaky. We have the tree up and he left it alone for a whole week. Then one day, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walk to the tree and then run off. When Jake runs from something, that's the first indication that a crime has been committed. I chased after him and he had a little plastic ornament from one of the bottom branches. Then he left everything alone for another week. I put a few presents under the tree, off to one side, to see how he would do. They are on one side of the tree because he has decided he likes to sleep under the tree. Everytime he goes under there or come out from under, the whole tree shakes and just when I think it's going to topple over, he's out and it stops. Anyway, he left the presents alone for a few days and then decided one of the curly bows looked like fun so he tried ripping it off. I caught him before he could do any real damage. But now, he's back to the ornaments and has tried the "grab and run" with them in the last week. So, the rest of you out there with your beautifully decorated homes, picture my living room this Christmas. As you enter the house, you'll notice the window ledge next to the front door that has half of the ledge chewed off from Jake's puppy days. Walk past our pretty entry way tile to the start of the carpet entering the living room. This is where you'll see the blue ink stains. They are now various shades of blue because of all the different things I've tried on them to get the ink out. Nothing works. I don't care what anyone says or suggests. It won't work. As you look straight ahead to our lovely, slightly lopsided tree, you'll see a few presents under one side with our red hassock in front of that side of the tree. Jake is afraid of the hassock ever since it rolled when he ran into it so he avoids it. The tree skirt on the other side of the tree is most likely messed up because he likes to move it around when he's laying under the tree for his nap. Other than that, I'm sure our house looks just like yours this Christmas.
Here's Jake in his new favorite nap spot.......
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!
In any case, please don't think my house is in that bad of shape. I don't have a maid so our house looks like a maidless family lives here.
And now it's Christmas. I love Christmas. I love the decorations, the tree, the food....everything. Last year, Jake didn't bother the tree too much. He found it interesting, but he didn't bother it. We put our presents under the tree and he didn't do too much damage with them. This year is a little different for some reason. He's a lot more sneaky. We have the tree up and he left it alone for a whole week. Then one day, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him walk to the tree and then run off. When Jake runs from something, that's the first indication that a crime has been committed. I chased after him and he had a little plastic ornament from one of the bottom branches. Then he left everything alone for another week. I put a few presents under the tree, off to one side, to see how he would do. They are on one side of the tree because he has decided he likes to sleep under the tree. Everytime he goes under there or come out from under, the whole tree shakes and just when I think it's going to topple over, he's out and it stops. Anyway, he left the presents alone for a few days and then decided one of the curly bows looked like fun so he tried ripping it off. I caught him before he could do any real damage. But now, he's back to the ornaments and has tried the "grab and run" with them in the last week. So, the rest of you out there with your beautifully decorated homes, picture my living room this Christmas. As you enter the house, you'll notice the window ledge next to the front door that has half of the ledge chewed off from Jake's puppy days. Walk past our pretty entry way tile to the start of the carpet entering the living room. This is where you'll see the blue ink stains. They are now various shades of blue because of all the different things I've tried on them to get the ink out. Nothing works. I don't care what anyone says or suggests. It won't work. As you look straight ahead to our lovely, slightly lopsided tree, you'll see a few presents under one side with our red hassock in front of that side of the tree. Jake is afraid of the hassock ever since it rolled when he ran into it so he avoids it. The tree skirt on the other side of the tree is most likely messed up because he likes to move it around when he's laying under the tree for his nap. Other than that, I'm sure our house looks just like yours this Christmas.
Here's Jake in his new favorite nap spot.......
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Jake's Diet (Part 2)
A couple of months ago I wrote about Jake being a little "husky" and I resolved to put him on a diet. I started feeding him less of the canned food and more of the dry, hoping that would fill him up with less calories. I still feed him some table scraps, but not as much. Well, I hope it's not as much.
This morning I thought it was time for a grand weigh in. Weighing Jake is no easy task. Holding him and balancing on a scale is tough. Last time I weighed Jake, he weighed 42 pounds. This time he weighed....drum roll, please......42 pounds. What?! All that work and nothing to show for it? Jake wasn't upset by it at all. He was just happy when I got off the scale and put him down.
This morning I got my daily email from a pet website I subscribe to. The topic happened to be about overweight dogs. I opened it right away to see what I'm doing wrong. The first thing it said is that in the world of pet owners, a common name for an overweight dog is "chunky monkey". Even the vet didn't know how the term started but there it is. He also said between 25 and 45% of dogs in the US are overweight. Is that really surprising? Look at the US in general. Why should our pets be any different?
I was sure this article was going to have all the answers and hopefully a diet plan I could rigidly follow. I do well with plans. I was hoping for a Weight Watchers for dogs. A Jenny Craig, with the prepackaged meals for dogs, would be even better. But first it said that all members of the family must admit that the dog is overweight. Immediately I pictured myself standing in front of a room full of people and shamefully saying, "Hello. My name is Cindy and I have a Chunky Monkey". Ok, we're past step one because my family has been telling me for months that Jake is overweight. They acknowledged it way before I did. After that it said to check the food intake versus the exercise. Jake gets plenty of exercise. He gets at least one good walk everyday, sometimes two. Jeff takes him to the park and walks him at least 1 or 2 miles and then through the neighborhood. Some nights I take him to see his pals down the street and they run in their backyard. Really, isn't that enough for a dog? I've been told that people in my neighborhood have dogs but I couldn't tell you what they look like because those dogs never get out of the house. Are their dogs overweight? If not, then what's their secret?
So, I'm pretty sure exercise isn't the issue. It must be his diet. He's eating the same food as always and like I said, I've cut down on the canned food. I'm trying to think about the table scraps. I can't imagine not giving a dog the occasional bit of people food. Would you want to eat the exact same food everyday? Dogs need variety too. Now that I think about it, the table scraps might be the problem. Yesterday he had part of my pizza (the dog loves pizza!), some King Ranch Chicken casserole, a bite or two of cheese, some crackers. Yeah, that's not sounding too good.
The article went on to name several things that obesity can cause in dogs, like diabetes. Ok, now I'm scared. I think I will make that appointment with our wonderful vet and get Jake checked out. I also think I'm going to have to get tougher on the table scraps. But in the meantime, if you know of any overweight pets support groups that my little Chunky Monkey and I could attend, let me know.
This morning I thought it was time for a grand weigh in. Weighing Jake is no easy task. Holding him and balancing on a scale is tough. Last time I weighed Jake, he weighed 42 pounds. This time he weighed....drum roll, please......42 pounds. What?! All that work and nothing to show for it? Jake wasn't upset by it at all. He was just happy when I got off the scale and put him down.
This morning I got my daily email from a pet website I subscribe to. The topic happened to be about overweight dogs. I opened it right away to see what I'm doing wrong. The first thing it said is that in the world of pet owners, a common name for an overweight dog is "chunky monkey". Even the vet didn't know how the term started but there it is. He also said between 25 and 45% of dogs in the US are overweight. Is that really surprising? Look at the US in general. Why should our pets be any different?
I was sure this article was going to have all the answers and hopefully a diet plan I could rigidly follow. I do well with plans. I was hoping for a Weight Watchers for dogs. A Jenny Craig, with the prepackaged meals for dogs, would be even better. But first it said that all members of the family must admit that the dog is overweight. Immediately I pictured myself standing in front of a room full of people and shamefully saying, "Hello. My name is Cindy and I have a Chunky Monkey". Ok, we're past step one because my family has been telling me for months that Jake is overweight. They acknowledged it way before I did. After that it said to check the food intake versus the exercise. Jake gets plenty of exercise. He gets at least one good walk everyday, sometimes two. Jeff takes him to the park and walks him at least 1 or 2 miles and then through the neighborhood. Some nights I take him to see his pals down the street and they run in their backyard. Really, isn't that enough for a dog? I've been told that people in my neighborhood have dogs but I couldn't tell you what they look like because those dogs never get out of the house. Are their dogs overweight? If not, then what's their secret?
So, I'm pretty sure exercise isn't the issue. It must be his diet. He's eating the same food as always and like I said, I've cut down on the canned food. I'm trying to think about the table scraps. I can't imagine not giving a dog the occasional bit of people food. Would you want to eat the exact same food everyday? Dogs need variety too. Now that I think about it, the table scraps might be the problem. Yesterday he had part of my pizza (the dog loves pizza!), some King Ranch Chicken casserole, a bite or two of cheese, some crackers. Yeah, that's not sounding too good.
The article went on to name several things that obesity can cause in dogs, like diabetes. Ok, now I'm scared. I think I will make that appointment with our wonderful vet and get Jake checked out. I also think I'm going to have to get tougher on the table scraps. But in the meantime, if you know of any overweight pets support groups that my little Chunky Monkey and I could attend, let me know.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Dog Proofing
Dad had some minor surgery last week. Nothing serious, just foot surgery but to those of you that know my dad, anything that would keep him off his feet is not good. My dad likes to move, likes to keep going so keeping him off his feet was not going to be easy. He takes his dogs for walks several times a day, whether they want to go or not. During his surgery, Lela and I thought it would be best if I brought their dogs, Fritz and Freddie, back here for a visit. Jake would be ecstatic. He loves playing with Fritz. And Freddie....well, Freddie would enjoy sitting on the couch with me. We got Dad back home and in bed after the surgery and "the boys" were jumping all over him. That made the decision even easier. I packed the dogs up: crate, bag of food, bag of their favorite toys, some rawhides, dog bed, leashes. Check. Abigail and I grabbed the boys and drove home. Interestingly, the second we turned into our neighborhood, Freddie went nuts. He was barking, growling, and clawing at the window. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
Everything went great. They played until they were tired, took a little nap, then played some more. Fritz likes to get in the pool so we got a float and put him in it. He would stand with his front paws on the inflated pillow and honestly, I thought I could hear him say "I'm king of the world!" While Fritz was floating, Jake was running around barking at him and anytime Fritz would get close to the edge of the pool, Jake was there trying to paw him out of the float. In the meantime, Freddie was hiding under one of the patio chairs.
In my house, dog proofing is pretty much the same as preparing for a hurricane. Everything is off the floor at least 5 feet. But I still don't trust Jake or Fritz, mostly Jake, to be out unobserved and not chew up everything in sight. So, anytime we go anywhere, we put them in the bathroom. To make their time in the bathroom more comfortable, we put in 2 dog beds, numerous toys, a few Milkbones, and a bowl of water. I also always lock the closet doors with a childproof latch to keep them out of there and, more importantly, away from all shoes. The first time we left them in the bathroom, this is what we came home to:
Jeff said it looked like a frat party had taken place in here. Neither of the beds were in the same place I originally put them. Not sure how they pulled the rug back. The white paper on the floor is the label that was on the back of the rug. But the doors to the closet. That's what really got me. Here's a close up of the door knobs:
The latch was still attached but it pulled one of the doorknobs off. Don't know how they did it, but they did. Amazingly, they didn't destroy anything in the closet, including my cute little bunny slippers that were on the floor in there. Why is it I can't walk across the room with those slippers on without Jake trying to play tug-o-war with the little bunny ears but they were sitting in plain sight and not one of the dogs bothered them?
Anyway, I got the doorknob on and fastened tightly (it involved using a bobby pin) but that doorknob wasn't going anywhere. So I locked it again, checked it twice and it wasn't budging. When we got home, the closet doors were open. The doorknob was still on. The weird thing is that the latch was gone. Totally gone. I looked all over the bathroom, in the dog beds, everywhere. Nothing. I looked in the closet. Nope. Granted, our closet is a mess. We have 3 clothes baskets in there. Maybe they buried it somewhere in the closet. I even thought maybe they ate it but I'm sure there would have been little plastic crumbs on the floor.
Fortunately, I buy the economy packs of these things since Jake has broken several of them off (but never with the doorknobs attached). So the next time we left, I put 2 latches on the doorknobs and Fritz's kennel in front of the doors, hoping to block the doors completely. When we got home, the doors were still locked. But the kennel was across the floor, the blankets and pillows were out of the beds and the rug was pulled back again. Next time, I think I'll take my chances and just leave them out.
And I'm still looking for the missing latch.
Here's Abigail with Freddie (left) and Fritz.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Jake's Diet
The day we got Jake, the people we bought him from told us they thought Jake would get to be about 25 or 30 pounds. Sounded like a good, manageable size to me. Then Jake started growing. And growing. I thought he was such an odd dog. He has these tiny, petite feet but such a big body. His feet just don't match his body.
Now, I've been enlightened. Well, not so much enlightened as I've had my eyes pried open by concerned family, friends, and neighbors. My dog is fat. It's not that his feet don't match his body....his body is too big for his feet. He probably would be about 25 or 30 pounds if I hadn't been feeding him pizza crust and graham crackers and other assorted goodies. I blame myself. Jake's actions say it all. When we sit down to eat or snack or do anything where food is in front of us, Jake comes to me. He doesn't go to anyone else. When I run out of graham crackers, he doesn't move on to Abigail or Jeff, he just gives up and walks away knowing he won't get anything from them. Yes. It's my fault I have a fat dog. Jeff says he's "chunky". So does one of our neighbors who then laughs as she reminds me how I said he wouldn't get over 25 pounds. I like the phrase "husky" because there's still a doggie connotation there. But then again, when I hear the word "husky" I remember walking through the boys "husky" section of Sears when I was kid. At least they didn't call it the "chunky" section.
So, what to do about it. I looked up a few articles about "overweight dogs". None of the articles say "fat", just "overweight". Let's see. One way to tell if your dog is fat, I mean, overweight, is to see if you are able to feel his ribs. Ok Jake, let's check it out. Well, I can feel his ribs if I push down really, really hard. Yes. I'm sure there are ribs in there....somewhere. Another way to tell is to stand over your dog and look down his spine. He should have a curved indentation right below the ribs. Well, since I can't see or feel his ribs, how would I know where that indentation is supposed to be? He shouldn't be "a straight line or bowed out". Jake falls in the bowed out range which I always thought was cute when you walk behind him. He kind of waddles. Really...it's cute. But back to the test. Not doing so well so far. Ok, next is to check the area above the base of the tail. Overweight pets have extra padding or folds in this area. I always thought the little padding was a congenital anomaly. But I have to face the facts....Jake is fat.
So Jake is on a diet. I weighed him today and he's 42 pounds. Considerably higher than the 25-30 pounds the breeder said he would be. I reviewed what he eats in a typical day. He eats a bowl of dry food with 1/3 of a can of dog food mixed in with it twice a day. When Jake was a puppy, his vet said he could have table scraps. In fact, according to the vet, table scraps are good for dogs because it helps with their immune system. But I'm not sure I was supposed to give him as many table scraps as he gets. It's just so convenient sometimes. I like pizza but not the crust, so we share it. I like grilled cheese sandwiches but not the crust, so we share it. You get the idea.
The vet said both brands of dog food I use are fine but he did mention mixing in some bran flakes so he would feel fuller and not eat so much. So far, I haven't tried it since I keep forgetting to buy bran flakes and I'm not sure Chocolate Life cereal would be a good substitute. This morning I made some oatmeal for breakfast and thought I would mix some in with his dog food and hopefully that would fill up him. I know he likes oatmeal because he had to eat it for 3 days after he ate a razor blade last year. So, I gave him a smaller portion of his food and mixed some oatmeal in it. He loved it. Totally licked the bowl clean. Ok, that should keep him satisfied until dinner time. After about 15 minutes he was whining. Surely he wasn't hungry already. I checked him out. "Jake, are you ok, boy?" Then he threw up at my feet. Jake felt pretty spry after his purge and I was on my hands and knees cleaning oatmeal and dog food out of the carpet. Day one of the diet wasn't off to a great start.
By lunchtime he was pretty hungry. Remember how I said I share things with Jake? Today for lunch I had a chicken pot pie. I love chicken pot pie but I don't like the chicken, I just want the crust and veggies. Jake loves the chicken so I had to share it with him. It's chicken. That can't be bad for him, right? Yeah, I realize I may have kind of blown the calorie count on lunch since I added a little bit of crust in with the chicken. Now that I think about it, I gave him a little ham mixed in with his dog food at dinner time. Hmmm, not so sure that was good for him either. The good thing is that the responsible dog owner in this family (Jeff) makes sure he gets enough exercise everyday. He took him for a nice 1 mile walk around the park this evening. I think I need to start over and come up with a better eating plan for him.
I wonder if Animal Planet has a "Biggest Loser" for dogs. I may have to sign Jake up.
Now, I've been enlightened. Well, not so much enlightened as I've had my eyes pried open by concerned family, friends, and neighbors. My dog is fat. It's not that his feet don't match his body....his body is too big for his feet. He probably would be about 25 or 30 pounds if I hadn't been feeding him pizza crust and graham crackers and other assorted goodies. I blame myself. Jake's actions say it all. When we sit down to eat or snack or do anything where food is in front of us, Jake comes to me. He doesn't go to anyone else. When I run out of graham crackers, he doesn't move on to Abigail or Jeff, he just gives up and walks away knowing he won't get anything from them. Yes. It's my fault I have a fat dog. Jeff says he's "chunky". So does one of our neighbors who then laughs as she reminds me how I said he wouldn't get over 25 pounds. I like the phrase "husky" because there's still a doggie connotation there. But then again, when I hear the word "husky" I remember walking through the boys "husky" section of Sears when I was kid. At least they didn't call it the "chunky" section.
So, what to do about it. I looked up a few articles about "overweight dogs". None of the articles say "fat", just "overweight". Let's see. One way to tell if your dog is fat, I mean, overweight, is to see if you are able to feel his ribs. Ok Jake, let's check it out. Well, I can feel his ribs if I push down really, really hard. Yes. I'm sure there are ribs in there....somewhere. Another way to tell is to stand over your dog and look down his spine. He should have a curved indentation right below the ribs. Well, since I can't see or feel his ribs, how would I know where that indentation is supposed to be? He shouldn't be "a straight line or bowed out". Jake falls in the bowed out range which I always thought was cute when you walk behind him. He kind of waddles. Really...it's cute. But back to the test. Not doing so well so far. Ok, next is to check the area above the base of the tail. Overweight pets have extra padding or folds in this area. I always thought the little padding was a congenital anomaly. But I have to face the facts....Jake is fat.
So Jake is on a diet. I weighed him today and he's 42 pounds. Considerably higher than the 25-30 pounds the breeder said he would be. I reviewed what he eats in a typical day. He eats a bowl of dry food with 1/3 of a can of dog food mixed in with it twice a day. When Jake was a puppy, his vet said he could have table scraps. In fact, according to the vet, table scraps are good for dogs because it helps with their immune system. But I'm not sure I was supposed to give him as many table scraps as he gets. It's just so convenient sometimes. I like pizza but not the crust, so we share it. I like grilled cheese sandwiches but not the crust, so we share it. You get the idea.
The vet said both brands of dog food I use are fine but he did mention mixing in some bran flakes so he would feel fuller and not eat so much. So far, I haven't tried it since I keep forgetting to buy bran flakes and I'm not sure Chocolate Life cereal would be a good substitute. This morning I made some oatmeal for breakfast and thought I would mix some in with his dog food and hopefully that would fill up him. I know he likes oatmeal because he had to eat it for 3 days after he ate a razor blade last year. So, I gave him a smaller portion of his food and mixed some oatmeal in it. He loved it. Totally licked the bowl clean. Ok, that should keep him satisfied until dinner time. After about 15 minutes he was whining. Surely he wasn't hungry already. I checked him out. "Jake, are you ok, boy?" Then he threw up at my feet. Jake felt pretty spry after his purge and I was on my hands and knees cleaning oatmeal and dog food out of the carpet. Day one of the diet wasn't off to a great start.
By lunchtime he was pretty hungry. Remember how I said I share things with Jake? Today for lunch I had a chicken pot pie. I love chicken pot pie but I don't like the chicken, I just want the crust and veggies. Jake loves the chicken so I had to share it with him. It's chicken. That can't be bad for him, right? Yeah, I realize I may have kind of blown the calorie count on lunch since I added a little bit of crust in with the chicken. Now that I think about it, I gave him a little ham mixed in with his dog food at dinner time. Hmmm, not so sure that was good for him either. The good thing is that the responsible dog owner in this family (Jeff) makes sure he gets enough exercise everyday. He took him for a nice 1 mile walk around the park this evening. I think I need to start over and come up with a better eating plan for him.
I wonder if Animal Planet has a "Biggest Loser" for dogs. I may have to sign Jake up.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Jake's Haircut
As I've said before, Jake is a Schneagle. A beagle/schnauzer mix. He has the coloring of a beagle but the coat of a schnauzer, which I love. It's soft and doesn't make my arms break out when I pet him. He also doesn't shed very much. Our guinea pig used to shed more than Jake does. But...Jake has to be groomed.
When Abigail and I first started lobbying for a dog, I kept telling Jeff "dogs don't cost that much. I mean, buy a bag of Kibbles 'n Bits, get their shots once a year and that's pretty much it." I'll admit, I wasn't even sure I believed that but I was desperate. We never thought we would have to pay for things like taking him to the vet after he had eaten a razor blade, dog obedience classes, or.....grooming. When we bought Jake, we saw his mom (the beagle) and Jake kind of looked like her, but softer. So I never even thought about haircuts.
Let me preface this by saying I know grooming has to be a really hard job. The clients are not too happy about it, they may bite, you have to clip hair in some not too pleasant places, etc.
The first time I got him groomed, we went to Petsmart. I didn't know where else to go and I had a coupon. What better reason to go there? They did a decent job on him and they trimmed his nails nicely. I took him there a few more times with great success. The last time I took him there, his regular girl wasn't there and the person that did it, cut way too close on his head and caused a "burn". (I know that's what groomers call it because I watched a whole season of "Groomer Has It" on Animal Planet. Yes. I am that addicted to reality TV.) So, I called around and decided to try a real Doggie Beauty Parlor. They did a great job a couple of times and they seemed very professional. But one time I took Jake and they took him around back, loaded him in a van and drove him down the street to another grooming place. When I asked about that, they said they didn't have a groomer at the moment so they were "outsourcing" their grooming business. What? I could have driven him there myself and saved him a van trip. The only good thing is that the place they sent him has a webcam and you can watch your dog being groomed. So, of course, I spent the better part of my afternoon checking the computer to see if my baby was on camera. I finally got him on there. Poor guy. He looked so pitiful. He was a brave little soldier though. I was proud of him.
Anyway, it's summer now. Summer in Texas. I'm hot in my swimsuit in a pool so I know Jake is hot in his fur coat that is getting increasingly longer every day. I made an appointment for him at the Doggie Beauty Parlor last week and checked to make sure they did indeed have their own groomer. I was going somewhere that morning so Jeff took him and dropped him off. I told Jeff to tell them we wanted a short summer cut and trim his beard. I hate it when his beard gets in his food. When I would say trim his beard, I made a motion with my hands like I'm chopping off imaginary hair under my chin. Don't know why, I just always made that motion. Jeff said he told them exactly what I told him but apparently he forgot to make the hand motion because they not only shaved his beard, they shaved his whole head! I also said to tell them to do a cut all over and not that goofy schnauzer cut they always want to give him. That's where they want to leave the hair on his legs long. But since there's no defining point on his body where it should start, they just made this insane lightning bolt design on his side and then half of his back legs have long hair and half has short hair. Really? That's what you come up with?! Of course, I didn't really say anything when I got him, he's always so glad to see me and get the heck out of there that we just head right for the nearest lamp pole (apparently he's had lots of water but no potty break) and then into the car. When I got him home and got a good look I was stunned. A lightning bolt?! He's not Harry Potter! I thought I was on "Candid Camera" (or "Punk'd" for those of you under 30) I did have to call them the next morning because he had some terrible burns on his ears. Their vet took a look at him and gave me some ointment for it. I don't think we'll being going back there. In the meantime, I went to the library and got a copy of "Dog Grooming for Dummies". I don't know if I'll be able to do any better but at least he won't have a lightning bolt.
So this is Jake before:
When Abigail and I first started lobbying for a dog, I kept telling Jeff "dogs don't cost that much. I mean, buy a bag of Kibbles 'n Bits, get their shots once a year and that's pretty much it." I'll admit, I wasn't even sure I believed that but I was desperate. We never thought we would have to pay for things like taking him to the vet after he had eaten a razor blade, dog obedience classes, or.....grooming. When we bought Jake, we saw his mom (the beagle) and Jake kind of looked like her, but softer. So I never even thought about haircuts.
Let me preface this by saying I know grooming has to be a really hard job. The clients are not too happy about it, they may bite, you have to clip hair in some not too pleasant places, etc.
The first time I got him groomed, we went to Petsmart. I didn't know where else to go and I had a coupon. What better reason to go there? They did a decent job on him and they trimmed his nails nicely. I took him there a few more times with great success. The last time I took him there, his regular girl wasn't there and the person that did it, cut way too close on his head and caused a "burn". (I know that's what groomers call it because I watched a whole season of "Groomer Has It" on Animal Planet. Yes. I am that addicted to reality TV.) So, I called around and decided to try a real Doggie Beauty Parlor. They did a great job a couple of times and they seemed very professional. But one time I took Jake and they took him around back, loaded him in a van and drove him down the street to another grooming place. When I asked about that, they said they didn't have a groomer at the moment so they were "outsourcing" their grooming business. What? I could have driven him there myself and saved him a van trip. The only good thing is that the place they sent him has a webcam and you can watch your dog being groomed. So, of course, I spent the better part of my afternoon checking the computer to see if my baby was on camera. I finally got him on there. Poor guy. He looked so pitiful. He was a brave little soldier though. I was proud of him.
Anyway, it's summer now. Summer in Texas. I'm hot in my swimsuit in a pool so I know Jake is hot in his fur coat that is getting increasingly longer every day. I made an appointment for him at the Doggie Beauty Parlor last week and checked to make sure they did indeed have their own groomer. I was going somewhere that morning so Jeff took him and dropped him off. I told Jeff to tell them we wanted a short summer cut and trim his beard. I hate it when his beard gets in his food. When I would say trim his beard, I made a motion with my hands like I'm chopping off imaginary hair under my chin. Don't know why, I just always made that motion. Jeff said he told them exactly what I told him but apparently he forgot to make the hand motion because they not only shaved his beard, they shaved his whole head! I also said to tell them to do a cut all over and not that goofy schnauzer cut they always want to give him. That's where they want to leave the hair on his legs long. But since there's no defining point on his body where it should start, they just made this insane lightning bolt design on his side and then half of his back legs have long hair and half has short hair. Really? That's what you come up with?! Of course, I didn't really say anything when I got him, he's always so glad to see me and get the heck out of there that we just head right for the nearest lamp pole (apparently he's had lots of water but no potty break) and then into the car. When I got him home and got a good look I was stunned. A lightning bolt?! He's not Harry Potter! I thought I was on "Candid Camera" (or "Punk'd" for those of you under 30) I did have to call them the next morning because he had some terrible burns on his ears. Their vet took a look at him and gave me some ointment for it. I don't think we'll being going back there. In the meantime, I went to the library and got a copy of "Dog Grooming for Dummies". I don't know if I'll be able to do any better but at least he won't have a lightning bolt.
So this is Jake before:
This is the usual summer haircut I want for him:
And this is what he came home with. I don't have pictures of his lightning bolt...
Monday, April 12, 2010
Jake and Fritz and Freddie Part 2
In my last post I said we were dogsitting my Dad's dogs, Fritz and Freddie. It was a long, long night. Not because of F & F but because of Jake.....
Fritz is just a little puppy and sometimes still has to get up in the middle of the night. Having a puppy is such great preparation for having a baby, but that's another story sometime. Anyway, Jeff went to bed at 10 but I kept the boys up and let them play. I mean, after all, I'm an experienced owner and know all about puppies now, right? But there was one thing I forgot....don't let puppies (or dogs) drink water after a certain time in the evening. The dogs played out in the back and drank pool water. I didn't catch them before they started slurping but it was early enough in the evening, I thought it would be ok. But then when it was getting late, I made a rookie mistake. I forgot to take the water bowl up. Picture it in kind of a slow motion sequence in a movie. I heard the heavy slurping of the dogs.....I turned my head....jumped off the couch and yelled, "Nooooo!" I ran to the bowl, but ahh, too late. Oh well, maybe they could hold it during the night.
At around 11:00, I was pooped and put Jake in his kennel, Fritz in his kennel and Freddie on our bed. (did I mention that Freddie is an incredibly spoiled dog that likes to sleep on the bed? But really, once he's asleep, that's it. We don't hear from him until morning). Anyway, I'm not a good sleeper and finally dozed off around midnight. At 3:30 am, I heard Fritz squeaking. Yes, it was potty time. I let Fritz out of his kennel and Jake out of his and they both go outside. I have to go outside with Jake at night because he barks. He barks at his shadow, he barks at the dead palm tree (stupid freeze), he barks at the patio chair. And barking at 3:30 in the morning will not get a person a friendly wave from their neighbors the next morning. Fritz went out, squats, comes right back to me and squeaks to be let inside. Jake decided it's pretty nice outside and there's a leaf floating in the pool that needs to be checked out. He jumped in and immediatley got spooked by the leaf and jumped back out. It's 3:30 in the morning! Get out of the pool! I started whispering his name in the most firm way I knew how but that got me nowhere. I kept whispering/screaming "front!" which still doesn't work for him unless he's hungry and he's 100% sure I have a treat in hand. I got the flashlight and was trying to coax him in. Nothing. Then he started barking. Oh, that's just great. Sorry neighbors, please don't hate me. I was actually hoping maybe they thought it was someone else's dog. Maybe I could casually say, "Hey, have you heard so and so's dog? What a pest, huh?" Eventually, after threats and bribery, I got him back in the house. At some point in all this, Freddie came out of my bedroom to join the fun but he just looked at all of us with a rather bored "you silly, silly people" look on his face and yawned alot. Ok, everyone has peed, time to go back to bed. It's 4:00 in the morning and I've only had 3 1/2 hours of sleep up to this point. Fritz was ready to go back into his kennel and Freddie will go anywhere I go, but Jake, no way was he going in his kennel. He'd had a nap and was ready to go. I chased him around the living room table a few times and thought, fine, he'll just play a few minutes and settle down and I'll put him back in. Eventually Jake got Fritz to play with him and they ran around and played tug of war with a toy and other things that would have been cute had it not been at some insane hour of the morning. I tried watching tv for awhile but since I didn't need Melissa Gilbert's hair products or a machine that will give me super abs in just 10 days (well, ok, I do need that) I gave it up. The next thing I knew, I woke up at 6:30 on the sofa, scrunched up in a little ball with Freddie on one foot and Fritz on top of my leg. Jake was asleep by the fireplace.
When Dad and Lela came to pick up the dogs that afternoon, Dad started apologizing when he walked in the door. He was sure Fritz kept me up all night. I kept trying to assure him, his dogs weren't the problem. As they were leaving, Dad said anytime we wanted them to keep Jake, just let them know. I tried to get them to take him that night but for some reason, they thought I was joking and drove off without him.
Fritz is just a little puppy and sometimes still has to get up in the middle of the night. Having a puppy is such great preparation for having a baby, but that's another story sometime. Anyway, Jeff went to bed at 10 but I kept the boys up and let them play. I mean, after all, I'm an experienced owner and know all about puppies now, right? But there was one thing I forgot....don't let puppies (or dogs) drink water after a certain time in the evening. The dogs played out in the back and drank pool water. I didn't catch them before they started slurping but it was early enough in the evening, I thought it would be ok. But then when it was getting late, I made a rookie mistake. I forgot to take the water bowl up. Picture it in kind of a slow motion sequence in a movie. I heard the heavy slurping of the dogs.....I turned my head....jumped off the couch and yelled, "Nooooo!" I ran to the bowl, but ahh, too late. Oh well, maybe they could hold it during the night.
At around 11:00, I was pooped and put Jake in his kennel, Fritz in his kennel and Freddie on our bed. (did I mention that Freddie is an incredibly spoiled dog that likes to sleep on the bed? But really, once he's asleep, that's it. We don't hear from him until morning). Anyway, I'm not a good sleeper and finally dozed off around midnight. At 3:30 am, I heard Fritz squeaking. Yes, it was potty time. I let Fritz out of his kennel and Jake out of his and they both go outside. I have to go outside with Jake at night because he barks. He barks at his shadow, he barks at the dead palm tree (stupid freeze), he barks at the patio chair. And barking at 3:30 in the morning will not get a person a friendly wave from their neighbors the next morning. Fritz went out, squats, comes right back to me and squeaks to be let inside. Jake decided it's pretty nice outside and there's a leaf floating in the pool that needs to be checked out. He jumped in and immediatley got spooked by the leaf and jumped back out. It's 3:30 in the morning! Get out of the pool! I started whispering his name in the most firm way I knew how but that got me nowhere. I kept whispering/screaming "front!" which still doesn't work for him unless he's hungry and he's 100% sure I have a treat in hand. I got the flashlight and was trying to coax him in. Nothing. Then he started barking. Oh, that's just great. Sorry neighbors, please don't hate me. I was actually hoping maybe they thought it was someone else's dog. Maybe I could casually say, "Hey, have you heard so and so's dog? What a pest, huh?" Eventually, after threats and bribery, I got him back in the house. At some point in all this, Freddie came out of my bedroom to join the fun but he just looked at all of us with a rather bored "you silly, silly people" look on his face and yawned alot. Ok, everyone has peed, time to go back to bed. It's 4:00 in the morning and I've only had 3 1/2 hours of sleep up to this point. Fritz was ready to go back into his kennel and Freddie will go anywhere I go, but Jake, no way was he going in his kennel. He'd had a nap and was ready to go. I chased him around the living room table a few times and thought, fine, he'll just play a few minutes and settle down and I'll put him back in. Eventually Jake got Fritz to play with him and they ran around and played tug of war with a toy and other things that would have been cute had it not been at some insane hour of the morning. I tried watching tv for awhile but since I didn't need Melissa Gilbert's hair products or a machine that will give me super abs in just 10 days (well, ok, I do need that) I gave it up. The next thing I knew, I woke up at 6:30 on the sofa, scrunched up in a little ball with Freddie on one foot and Fritz on top of my leg. Jake was asleep by the fireplace.
When Dad and Lela came to pick up the dogs that afternoon, Dad started apologizing when he walked in the door. He was sure Fritz kept me up all night. I kept trying to assure him, his dogs weren't the problem. As they were leaving, Dad said anytime we wanted them to keep Jake, just let them know. I tried to get them to take him that night but for some reason, they thought I was joking and drove off without him.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Jake and Fritz and Freddie
We have another puppy.....for 24 hours. Lela surprised Dad a few weeks ago with another dog to keep their dog, Freddie, company. Dad named him Fritz and he's a mini dachshund like Freddie. Several posts ago I wrote about Jake and Freddie's personalities and if Freddie could talk, he would sound like a stuffy Frenchman. I still think that. But Fritz is just the opposite. I think he would sound like Barney Fife.
Dad and Lela have gone to visit friends for 24 hours. It's Fritz's first night away from home. I think Dad is way more worried about him than any of us are. Dad walked in with enough supplies to last the dogs a week. I actually thought I misunderstood and maybe they were going to be gone longer than one night but no, it's just one night. After he unloaded a dog bed (with an afghan big enough to be a queen size bedspread), a kennel, a bag of toys, a plastic container with at least 5 days of food, 5 rawhide bones, and 2 leashes, he walked slowly out the door and I'm not sure, but I might have seen him tear up a bit. Freddie stayed at the window next to the door and watched (he may have been tearing up too). Fritz, on the other hand, was ready to play and Jake was thrilled, thinking we got him a new, living, chew toy. And off they went. But Freddie, in his true stuffy Frenchman attitude, just jumped up on the sofa next to me and watched them running circles around the living room. He looked down on them as if he believed he was far too superior to behave in such a manner. Fritz and Jake didn't seem to care about what he thought. Fritz was too busy trying to hang from Jake's beard and Jake was too busy trying to bat him around like a dirty sock.
So, they've been here 6 hours and so far, so good. But we haven't gone to bed yet. Dad warned us that Fritz squeaks alot at night. We'll see how it goes.....
Friday, February 5, 2010
Christmas with Jake
Well, here it's February and I'm just now posting about Jake's second Christmas with us. Either we've been very busy or Jake just hasn't been that interesting. I think, mostly we've just been very busy.
Jake's first Christmas last year was kind of like having a toddler around. He didn't really get what was going on. A tree was in the room but he didn't really even seem to notice it. This year, Jake was the equivalent of a 4 year old. He saw the tree, knew something was up, and he was all nose and paws around it. He couldn't help himself, he just had to check it out!
When we first put the tree up, Jake walked by it and would take a quick side glance at it. He made a circle around the room and walked over to it again, this time a little closer to the tree. By the fourth lap, he actually rubbed up against it a bit but kept walking. I didn't say anything yet, I wanted to see where he was going with the next lap. The next time around, he kind of crouched down and walked under the tree. I didn't know what was up with that. Then, one more lap and he tried to crawl all the way under it. I don't know what kind of dog instinct led him to do any of this but it was interesting. All in all, it took him about 5 minutes to make all these laps.
After the tree was fully decorated and we started putting the presents under the tree, Jake got a little more bold and nosey. We would occasionally catch him running up, grabbing a present and running off with it. So fast! Then we would chase him around the room yelling, "Leave it!" (the command we learned in doggie school....he still doesn't know what it means) and eventually we would pry the slightly soggy gift out of his mouth. I only had to rewrap one present this year. On the other hand, he stole several ornaments and destroyed 3 of them. We would walk into the living room and see part of a snowman here, some pieces of felt over there. We would eventually figure out which ornament it used to be. Years ago, I bought a metal ornament shaped like a Christmas tree and had 5 glass bells hanging from it. I would put it on the bottom center branch of the tree so I could hear if Abigail was getting too close. She never did. This year I put it up so I could hear if Jake was getting too close to the tree. Even though he still snagged a few ornaments, the little tinkling of the bells usually sent one of us running and we saved many more.
So on Christmas morning Jake got to open a couple of presents too. Abigail insisted on buying him a couple of new toys and she did a pretty good job picking them out. The first one was a rawhide that's about as big as his leg. We thought it might keep him busy for awhile. She also picked out this rubber toy with a rope through the middle of it. Two of his favorite chewing items. I can report that he has chewed the rawhide in 2 but he still has both parts around here and he's working on them. The rubber toy no longer has the rope through it. He managed to chew the knot off and pull it out, but he still likes the little rubber thing.
The day after Christmas we took the ornaments off and put the tree up. I think Jake is still pouting about not having that little corner of entertainment in the living room. Next year we're going to save ourselves a lot of trouble and just put up rawhide and chew toy ornaments.
Jake's first Christmas last year was kind of like having a toddler around. He didn't really get what was going on. A tree was in the room but he didn't really even seem to notice it. This year, Jake was the equivalent of a 4 year old. He saw the tree, knew something was up, and he was all nose and paws around it. He couldn't help himself, he just had to check it out!
When we first put the tree up, Jake walked by it and would take a quick side glance at it. He made a circle around the room and walked over to it again, this time a little closer to the tree. By the fourth lap, he actually rubbed up against it a bit but kept walking. I didn't say anything yet, I wanted to see where he was going with the next lap. The next time around, he kind of crouched down and walked under the tree. I didn't know what was up with that. Then, one more lap and he tried to crawl all the way under it. I don't know what kind of dog instinct led him to do any of this but it was interesting. All in all, it took him about 5 minutes to make all these laps.
After the tree was fully decorated and we started putting the presents under the tree, Jake got a little more bold and nosey. We would occasionally catch him running up, grabbing a present and running off with it. So fast! Then we would chase him around the room yelling, "Leave it!" (the command we learned in doggie school....he still doesn't know what it means) and eventually we would pry the slightly soggy gift out of his mouth. I only had to rewrap one present this year. On the other hand, he stole several ornaments and destroyed 3 of them. We would walk into the living room and see part of a snowman here, some pieces of felt over there. We would eventually figure out which ornament it used to be. Years ago, I bought a metal ornament shaped like a Christmas tree and had 5 glass bells hanging from it. I would put it on the bottom center branch of the tree so I could hear if Abigail was getting too close. She never did. This year I put it up so I could hear if Jake was getting too close to the tree. Even though he still snagged a few ornaments, the little tinkling of the bells usually sent one of us running and we saved many more.
So on Christmas morning Jake got to open a couple of presents too. Abigail insisted on buying him a couple of new toys and she did a pretty good job picking them out. The first one was a rawhide that's about as big as his leg. We thought it might keep him busy for awhile. She also picked out this rubber toy with a rope through the middle of it. Two of his favorite chewing items. I can report that he has chewed the rawhide in 2 but he still has both parts around here and he's working on them. The rubber toy no longer has the rope through it. He managed to chew the knot off and pull it out, but he still likes the little rubber thing.
The day after Christmas we took the ornaments off and put the tree up. I think Jake is still pouting about not having that little corner of entertainment in the living room. Next year we're going to save ourselves a lot of trouble and just put up rawhide and chew toy ornaments.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Jakey Boy Rock
It's Christmas. You know, the most wonderful time of the year! I love everything about Christmas. I love that it's when we celebrate Jesus' birthday. I love the food....maybe a little too much. I love the lights. And I love the music. I usually whistle "Jingle Bells" all year long. (Well, that's what I call the sound that comes out from between my lips when I blow. Jeff just calls it annoying) Anyway, Abigail and I love Jingle Bell Rock and one day we just started adding our own lyrics to it. Eventually, we came up with this song. And, let's remember, Abigail and I are NOT professionals. So, making it's debut......
Jakey Boy Rock
(sung to the tune "Jingle Bell Rock")
Jakey Boy, Jakey Boy, Jakey Boy Rock
He's our little dog and he loves to chew socks.
Dancin' and prancin' , he gets in our way,
each and every day.
He's a nice dog, he's the right dog,
to chase our blues away.
Jakey Boy dog is a swell dog
to go runnin' in the park today.
Giddy up Jakey Boy pick up your feet,
Skatin' around the block, *
He licks and he tinkles and he likes to eat,
That's the Jakey Boy, that's the Jakey Boy,
that's the Jakey Boy rock!!!
*Abigail added the "skatin' around the block" as a reference to when he would pull her on her skates around the block. They did that until he took off after something once and circled around her, causing her to fall and we ended up in the urgent care center having her finger x-rayed and splinted. Oh well, at least we got a lyric out of it.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My cousin Stan
I first started this blog in February. I had wanted to do a blog for quite awhile. I just wanted to write something fun about our dog. But the reason I started it on that particular day was to try to distract myself from worrying about my cousin Stan.
I have many, many cousins. Both of my parents come from big families and both were the youngest in their families. I have cousins out there I don't even know. But I have some that I grew up with. Not in the sense that we were the same age and we grew up together, but they were part of my childhood and I grew up with them around me. Stan is one of those cousins. He's one of the sons of one of my dad's older brothers. When I was a kid, we lived in California and that's where this batch of cousins lived. Stan's sister Marlene and her husband Reuben lived around the corner from us with their boys Brad and Terry who were my age. Stan and Marlene's sister, Jolene and brother, Dennis and their families lived nearby also. It was fun growing up with family close by. Marlene and Reuben were like another set of parents, which could be good or bad, depending on if I was doing something wrong or not. We shared lots of meals and holidays and just day to day stuff.
Stan was a single guy. He worked at the VA hospital and he would come over alot on Tuesdays. That also happened to be the day my mom did the baking for the week. When I came home from school on Tuesdays, I could always count on Stan sitting at the bar in the kitchen eating a piece of pie or a cinnamon roll that had just come out of the oven. Since Stan was single and living the "bachelor life" my brother thought he was the coolest.
My family moved back here to Texas but Stan came and visited us. There was a period of several years when we didn't see Stan or Marlene and Reuben but just kept in touch by phone or letters or the family grapevine. After Jeff and I married, I introduced him to Corn, Oklahoma, the center of the universe for all Nikkels. We all met up again at some kind of Corn celebration years ago. I don't even remember what the occasion was but Corn always knows how to throw a great parade. Anyway, meeting up again, it was like we hadn't ever been apart. We all talked and laughed and had a great time and left with an unspoken agreement to stay in touch. I could email Marlene but Stan has never been one for computers. He liked to talk on the phone. He would call here or I would call him but one thing I could always count on was at the end of the conversation, he would always say, "it's nice to hear you voice". I always thought that was a great way to end a phone call.
So, back to the reason this blog is here.....In February of this year, Stan had a scan that showed 2 tumors in his brain. He was having brain surgery so they could do a biopsy. I spent the day pacing the floor and sat at the computer for awhile. As I said, I had wanted to do a blog about Jake for awhile and thought it would be a nice distraction so I sat at the table and typed and waited for the phone to ring.
When the phone rang, it was bad news. Stan's tumors were malignant. The following months were such a rollercoaster ride. He responded well to the radiation and chemo and I thought if anyone could beat this, it would be Stan. He took a bad turn and ended up in hospice. Then he got better and they discharged him. I had never heard of anyone being discharged from a hospice before. He eventually went to a specialist in San Diego and moved in with Marlene and Reuben. During this time, we still talked on the phone and he still always ended our conversations with "it's nice to hear your voice". He always liked to hear Jake stories. I sent a picture of Jake to Stan last Christmas and his neighbor saw it and did an oil painting of him. Stan said it was in an exhibit somewhere in California. Jake in an art gallery. Who would have thought? Marlene would pull this blog up and they would see more Jake pictures and read the stories. My quilting group made him a beautiful black and red quilt and I sent it to him. He knew the kind of work that went into making a quilt and he sent them a huge gift basket filled with chocolates. Even with everything going on, he wanted to show his appreciation. That was just the kind of guy he was.
Then a few weeks ago, he went into hospice again. Two weeks ago, I got a call early in the morning from Marlene that Stan had passed away. He was such a great guy. Quick with a joke and so thoughtful. This past summer he had said he was hoping to be well enough to visit us at Thanksgiving. When Thanksgiving rolled around last week, I was thinking about Stan and I could still hear him say, "it's nice to hear your voice". He will be missed by many, many people.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Harmful Things Your Dog Shouldn't Chew
Today is a nice, cool, lazy kind of day. When I took Jake to the park this morning, the wind was blowing and there was a very light mist. Just enough to make me cold. All morning I've been cold so I thought I would take a nice long, hot bath. Just to warm the bones as my mom used to say. Jeff isn't home, Abigail is in her room studying for a big test (at least that's what she's supposed to be doing....maybe I should go check on her) and Jake looked pretty tired. How much trouble could he get into?
While I was in the bath, Jake was sniffing around and suddenly ran out of the room. Not a good sign. He came back moments later so whatever he had taken earlier, he had either lost interest in or eaten so I went back to relaxing. When I was thoroughly waterlogged, I got dressed and went into the living room. There, right outside my bedroom door, were a pair of underwear, a sock, a new spool of dental floss, and a potholder all in various stages of deconstruction. I was only in there 15 minutes! I didn't see him get any of this. And how did he get a potholder? I keep those in the drawer in the kitchen! After I picked everything up and threw away what seemed like miles of dental floss, I got on the computer and found an email from Dr. Jon.
I keep getting newsletters from Dr. Jon and I don't know why. Dr. Jon is from a website called Pet Place. Somehow I got on their list. I haven't gotten off of it because it usually has some pretty interesting information. But the email I read today was titled: "Harmful Things Your Dog Shouldn't Chew". That got my attention. Let's see what the good doctor has to say.....
He starts by saying chewing is a natural behavior for dogs. But there are certain things that should be off limits to dogs since it could be harmful to their health. Ok, at this point, a small giggle starts. Let's take a look at Dr. Jon's list...
Items that grind away his teeth:
Rocks
Wires
Recreational balls meant for people
Any chew item that can't bend
Hmmm, I wonder if "rocks" includes the little fireplace rocks that Jake likes to sneak out of the fireplace and eat. Fortunately, he's never done it the 3 times the fireplace is actually on during the year, but I'm not going to relax just yet. For the "wires" category, I have to wonder if the razor that he ate counts. I wasn't half as worried about it grinding his teeth away as I was that it would slice his intestines up. But, 3 days of feeding him oatmeal seems to have taken care of it. "Recreational balls"...he has a tennis ball that has seemed to withstood him and his teeth don't look too bad for it. "A chew item that can't bend"...like a hanger, hairbrush, keys, phones? (oh wait, those bend). Nope, after looking at his teeth, I'd say he's in pretty good shape so far. Let's see what else the doctor has to say....
Items that can be swallowed whole and block the intestinal tract:
clothing, socks, gloves
washclothes
strings and ribbons
rubber bands
children's toys (Legos, dolls)
Ok, so according to this, my dog should be really sick. He's eaten everything on this list. Everything. Well, except Legos because we never had any of those but we still have Abigail's old Tinker Toys and he's eaten a few of those so I guess that qualifies.
Items with small/dangerous pieces that can be chewed off and ingested:
shoes
slippers
handbags
Ok, now I'm full out laughing. Forget the small/dangerous pieces that can be chewed off and ingested...Jake has eaten whole heels off of shoes. He's pulled the insole out of every one of Jeff's shoes. Why is my dog still walking around?
So, as I get to the end of Dr. Jon's email I realize what a bad pet owner I am. My poor dog is probably walking around with bad teeth and a horrible digestive tract. He should, in fact, be dead by now. What can I do to save my dog??? Wait a minute, as I get to the end of the email, he writes that the best thing for a dog to chew on is a specific dog toy. A toy that he just happens to have a link to. I click on the link which leads me to another site with a YouTube video of a dog happily running around with his chew toy. Looks like a good dog. The kind that doesn't eat rocks out of fireplaces and dental floss. Forget the toy, can I order the dog?
While I was in the bath, Jake was sniffing around and suddenly ran out of the room. Not a good sign. He came back moments later so whatever he had taken earlier, he had either lost interest in or eaten so I went back to relaxing. When I was thoroughly waterlogged, I got dressed and went into the living room. There, right outside my bedroom door, were a pair of underwear, a sock, a new spool of dental floss, and a potholder all in various stages of deconstruction. I was only in there 15 minutes! I didn't see him get any of this. And how did he get a potholder? I keep those in the drawer in the kitchen! After I picked everything up and threw away what seemed like miles of dental floss, I got on the computer and found an email from Dr. Jon.
I keep getting newsletters from Dr. Jon and I don't know why. Dr. Jon is from a website called Pet Place. Somehow I got on their list. I haven't gotten off of it because it usually has some pretty interesting information. But the email I read today was titled: "Harmful Things Your Dog Shouldn't Chew". That got my attention. Let's see what the good doctor has to say.....
He starts by saying chewing is a natural behavior for dogs. But there are certain things that should be off limits to dogs since it could be harmful to their health. Ok, at this point, a small giggle starts. Let's take a look at Dr. Jon's list...
Items that grind away his teeth:
Rocks
Wires
Recreational balls meant for people
Any chew item that can't bend
Hmmm, I wonder if "rocks" includes the little fireplace rocks that Jake likes to sneak out of the fireplace and eat. Fortunately, he's never done it the 3 times the fireplace is actually on during the year, but I'm not going to relax just yet. For the "wires" category, I have to wonder if the razor that he ate counts. I wasn't half as worried about it grinding his teeth away as I was that it would slice his intestines up. But, 3 days of feeding him oatmeal seems to have taken care of it. "Recreational balls"...he has a tennis ball that has seemed to withstood him and his teeth don't look too bad for it. "A chew item that can't bend"...like a hanger, hairbrush, keys, phones? (oh wait, those bend). Nope, after looking at his teeth, I'd say he's in pretty good shape so far. Let's see what else the doctor has to say....
Items that can be swallowed whole and block the intestinal tract:
clothing, socks, gloves
washclothes
strings and ribbons
rubber bands
children's toys (Legos, dolls)
Ok, so according to this, my dog should be really sick. He's eaten everything on this list. Everything. Well, except Legos because we never had any of those but we still have Abigail's old Tinker Toys and he's eaten a few of those so I guess that qualifies.
Items with small/dangerous pieces that can be chewed off and ingested:
shoes
slippers
handbags
Ok, now I'm full out laughing. Forget the small/dangerous pieces that can be chewed off and ingested...Jake has eaten whole heels off of shoes. He's pulled the insole out of every one of Jeff's shoes. Why is my dog still walking around?
So, as I get to the end of Dr. Jon's email I realize what a bad pet owner I am. My poor dog is probably walking around with bad teeth and a horrible digestive tract. He should, in fact, be dead by now. What can I do to save my dog??? Wait a minute, as I get to the end of the email, he writes that the best thing for a dog to chew on is a specific dog toy. A toy that he just happens to have a link to. I click on the link which leads me to another site with a YouTube video of a dog happily running around with his chew toy. Looks like a good dog. The kind that doesn't eat rocks out of fireplaces and dental floss. Forget the toy, can I order the dog?
Saturday, September 12, 2009
A Few of Jakes Favorite Things....
Here are a few of Jake's favorite "chew toys". And no, I don't have any pictures of the 2 cell phones he chewed up. Just couldn't bring myself to take pictures of them.....
This used to be a Sonic Kid's Meal toy. I think it was a Frisbee. See the half chewed plastic hanger on the floor next to Jake? I didn't even notice that until I posted it on here. That must have been the appetizer......
This used to be a Sonic Kid's Meal toy. I think it was a Frisbee. See the half chewed plastic hanger on the floor next to Jake? I didn't even notice that until I posted it on here. That must have been the appetizer......
This is why I can't mop unless Jake is outside. Truthfully, I don't blame him. I hate that mop too.
This is Jake playing tug-o-war with his rope. He looks just a little scary in this picture.
I used to love these shoes.....
Abigail used to love these slippers.....
Probably the first pair of shoes I ever bought just to match one dress.......
My glasses......I'm now wearing an old pair. So if you see me somewhere and wave to me and I don't wave back, it's because I CAN'T SEE!
This was his favorite chew toy. Abigail named him Limpy because Jake chewed off one of his legs right away. I eventually just tied it at the bottom to keep the stuffing from falling out. Alas, since I took this picture, poor Limpy is no more. All that was left was the little face with the smile. It was kind of creepy looking when we found it.
I could also take pictures of the dining table leg he's chewed on, the laptop, the recliner leg, the carpet on the bottom stair, about 300 pairs of underwear, numerous dishclothes and towels, Jeff's wallet, a few old Polly Pockets and much more.....but you get the idea.
Probably the first pair of shoes I ever bought just to match one dress.......
My glasses......I'm now wearing an old pair. So if you see me somewhere and wave to me and I don't wave back, it's because I CAN'T SEE!
This was his favorite chew toy. Abigail named him Limpy because Jake chewed off one of his legs right away. I eventually just tied it at the bottom to keep the stuffing from falling out. Alas, since I took this picture, poor Limpy is no more. All that was left was the little face with the smile. It was kind of creepy looking when we found it.
I could also take pictures of the dining table leg he's chewed on, the laptop, the recliner leg, the carpet on the bottom stair, about 300 pairs of underwear, numerous dishclothes and towels, Jeff's wallet, a few old Polly Pockets and much more.....but you get the idea.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A Walk in the Park with Jake
Jake loves going to the park. Ok, Jake loves going anywhere but he really loves the park. We have a great park by our neighborhood with a big soccer field, a playground and a track. Lots of people walk their dogs there. Usually the other people are walking for exercise and they're just being nice and taking the dog with them. I just walk there to walk Jake. I have a treadmill under the AC and a TV mounted in front of it for my exercise. But, with Jake, a walk in the park is never just a walk in the park.
When I first started this blog, I introduced Jake as a Schneagle. A Schneagle is a schnauzer/beagle mix. Back in the old days (ie, up to about 5 years ago) Jake would have been known as a mutt. Now he's a "designer breed". Really. Just Google "schneagle" and you'll see. When I was reading all the puppy training books when we first got Jake, one of the books actually said not to call your dog a "mutt" in his presence. According to the author, the word "mutt" has a certain negative connotation and dogs will pick up on that. I would love to tell that author that I have a dog that barks at his own shadow so I really don't think he's bright enough to pick up on the negative connotation of a word. But desiring to be politically correct, I refer to Jake as a schneagle. But I digress. I really think Jake is more beagle than schnauzer. He loves to stick his big nose to the ground and follow it. Jeff or I take him to the park just about every morning and every evening. Once we get close to the park, his nose starts working. When we get to the park, his nose goes into overdrive. Sometimes, instead of just making him walk around the track, I give him a loose leash and follow him. I'm sure it looks funny to anyone watching us. A woman following a dog making a crazy, increasingly circular path that always, eventually, leads to a pile of dog (or deer, rabbit, possum, raccoon) poop. After a good sniffing, we can continue our walk.
The other thing Jake likes to do in the evening is play with his friend Trixie. Trixie is another mutt, uh, designer dog, that loves to run. Some evenings I take Jake there, let him loose in their backyard and then visit while he and Trixie run until he's about to collapse. Anyway, when I take Jake to the park, sometimes he decides he would rather play with Trixie than sniff around the park that evening. He communicates this the same way each time. He just stops walking. I'll be walking along, daydreaming, and suddenly there's a tug on the leash from behind me. I turn around and Jake is standing there staring at me. He always looks for a second and, I promise I'm not making this up, he tilts his head a bit in that cute way that says "pretty please, may I go see my friend Trixie?" then he turns his head and looks back to the neighborhood. If I say, "come on", he just pulls back on the leash more. (really, I'm not making this up!) Usually, I give in and let him lead the way. He always goes straight to Trixie's house. I've tried taking a picture of him when he flashes "the look" just to show everyone that I'm not crazy, but I never seem to get it. (Side note: As I sit here writing about how cute Jake is and how smart he is, a very unhappy Jeff just walked in and showed me his reading glasses that had been chewed on by the cute, smart dog. Yikes! Run, Jake!)
So, on the days that Jake decides he does want to walk in the park, we have to go see the bunny. We have bunnies that live around the park and I'm pretty sure they live there just to torment dogs with big noses. When we get to the back area by the trees, I tell Jake to "look for the bunny". There is one huge rabbit in particular that I've named Bruiser. Judging from the size of Bruiser, he must eat small dogs for breakfast....after toying with them a bit. So Bruiser comes out in the evenings and waits for us. Yes, I'm sure he's waiting just for us. Jake sees him, runs a little ways, stops, does kind of a weird crouching position and then runs full blast at Bruiser...dragging me behind him. Bruiser waits until Jake gets within a few feet before he easily bounces off into the woods leaving Jake very frustrated. We then have to spend the next 5 minutes sniffing the entire area and, once again, tracking down some rabbit poop. I'm sure if Jake could, as we walk away he would turn around, shake his fist and say "I'll get you tomorrow!" It's the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote all over again.
But the bunny hunt has changed this past week. Bruiser and his buddies are at the back of the park close to a huge utility pole with big lights on top for evening soccer games. There's nothing special about the lights, they're just big silvery lights. The other day Jake and I were walking and for some reason he looked up at the light. It totally freaked him out! He growled, he barked and then he ran behind me and hid. Thanks, Jake. No birds up there, no squirrels, Bruiser wasn't up there taunting him, just lights. It was daylight, they weren't even on! I kept pulling on him to get past the pole but he wasn't going to walk past those lights. He kept trying to run the other way so I just turned around and left with him. Jeff has walked him the past couple of mornings and he said he doesn't want go to the pole. He said he keeps trying to walk by them because Jake needs to face his fears. I asked him if Jake was smart enough to understand the concept of facing his fears and Jeff said, "No, but I just want to walk around the park and get exercise". (See the first paragraph. And yes, Jeff has access to our air conditioned treadmill but chooses to walk the park with the others. I just don't get it.)
Jake also likes to go to the Dog Park, which I'm pretty sure is his version of heaven. But that's a story for another time.
When I first started this blog, I introduced Jake as a Schneagle. A Schneagle is a schnauzer/beagle mix. Back in the old days (ie, up to about 5 years ago) Jake would have been known as a mutt. Now he's a "designer breed". Really. Just Google "schneagle" and you'll see. When I was reading all the puppy training books when we first got Jake, one of the books actually said not to call your dog a "mutt" in his presence. According to the author, the word "mutt" has a certain negative connotation and dogs will pick up on that. I would love to tell that author that I have a dog that barks at his own shadow so I really don't think he's bright enough to pick up on the negative connotation of a word. But desiring to be politically correct, I refer to Jake as a schneagle. But I digress. I really think Jake is more beagle than schnauzer. He loves to stick his big nose to the ground and follow it. Jeff or I take him to the park just about every morning and every evening. Once we get close to the park, his nose starts working. When we get to the park, his nose goes into overdrive. Sometimes, instead of just making him walk around the track, I give him a loose leash and follow him. I'm sure it looks funny to anyone watching us. A woman following a dog making a crazy, increasingly circular path that always, eventually, leads to a pile of dog (or deer, rabbit, possum, raccoon) poop. After a good sniffing, we can continue our walk.
The other thing Jake likes to do in the evening is play with his friend Trixie. Trixie is another mutt, uh, designer dog, that loves to run. Some evenings I take Jake there, let him loose in their backyard and then visit while he and Trixie run until he's about to collapse. Anyway, when I take Jake to the park, sometimes he decides he would rather play with Trixie than sniff around the park that evening. He communicates this the same way each time. He just stops walking. I'll be walking along, daydreaming, and suddenly there's a tug on the leash from behind me. I turn around and Jake is standing there staring at me. He always looks for a second and, I promise I'm not making this up, he tilts his head a bit in that cute way that says "pretty please, may I go see my friend Trixie?" then he turns his head and looks back to the neighborhood. If I say, "come on", he just pulls back on the leash more. (really, I'm not making this up!) Usually, I give in and let him lead the way. He always goes straight to Trixie's house. I've tried taking a picture of him when he flashes "the look" just to show everyone that I'm not crazy, but I never seem to get it. (Side note: As I sit here writing about how cute Jake is and how smart he is, a very unhappy Jeff just walked in and showed me his reading glasses that had been chewed on by the cute, smart dog. Yikes! Run, Jake!)
So, on the days that Jake decides he does want to walk in the park, we have to go see the bunny. We have bunnies that live around the park and I'm pretty sure they live there just to torment dogs with big noses. When we get to the back area by the trees, I tell Jake to "look for the bunny". There is one huge rabbit in particular that I've named Bruiser. Judging from the size of Bruiser, he must eat small dogs for breakfast....after toying with them a bit. So Bruiser comes out in the evenings and waits for us. Yes, I'm sure he's waiting just for us. Jake sees him, runs a little ways, stops, does kind of a weird crouching position and then runs full blast at Bruiser...dragging me behind him. Bruiser waits until Jake gets within a few feet before he easily bounces off into the woods leaving Jake very frustrated. We then have to spend the next 5 minutes sniffing the entire area and, once again, tracking down some rabbit poop. I'm sure if Jake could, as we walk away he would turn around, shake his fist and say "I'll get you tomorrow!" It's the Road Runner and Wile E. Coyote all over again.
But the bunny hunt has changed this past week. Bruiser and his buddies are at the back of the park close to a huge utility pole with big lights on top for evening soccer games. There's nothing special about the lights, they're just big silvery lights. The other day Jake and I were walking and for some reason he looked up at the light. It totally freaked him out! He growled, he barked and then he ran behind me and hid. Thanks, Jake. No birds up there, no squirrels, Bruiser wasn't up there taunting him, just lights. It was daylight, they weren't even on! I kept pulling on him to get past the pole but he wasn't going to walk past those lights. He kept trying to run the other way so I just turned around and left with him. Jeff has walked him the past couple of mornings and he said he doesn't want go to the pole. He said he keeps trying to walk by them because Jake needs to face his fears. I asked him if Jake was smart enough to understand the concept of facing his fears and Jeff said, "No, but I just want to walk around the park and get exercise". (See the first paragraph. And yes, Jeff has access to our air conditioned treadmill but chooses to walk the park with the others. I just don't get it.)
Jake also likes to go to the Dog Park, which I'm pretty sure is his version of heaven. But that's a story for another time.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Dog Show
I have always loved going to the Houston Dog Show. It has a much longer name than that but, it's just the Houston Dog Show. Jeff and I started going to it back when we were dating and back when it was at the Astrodome. Jeff really doesn't care too much about dog shows, but he's always been a good sport about going with me. Going to the show this year felt different. Now that I'm a dog owner I felt like I was one of "them". Of course, I was deluding myself because "them" have very expensive, well trained, well groomed dogs and I have a $50 marginally trained, scruffy mutt. But the dog show is a celebration of those regal canines, those dogs that are true to their breeds. Ok, ok, I know. The dog show is fun but it just seems a little like those little girl beauty pageants. Just a bit over the top. I can't go to the dog show without thinking of the movie "Best in Show". But I still like it. I would really like it if I could take Jake to a show and let him see what these well mannered dogs are capable of. But that would probably destroy his self esteem. Or mine.
Every year I go to the Dog Show, I always say I'm going to take Abigail and her friends one day and go by myself one day. My idea of a perfect Dog Show itinerary would be to get to the show, browse the breed judging and see which breed I want to check out. Since flyball and the agility trials run continuously, I would see those in between. They have something called canine musical freestyle which is dogs dancing with their owners. Sounds silly but I've seen clips of it and I've always wanted to see it there. I can't dance at all so I think dancing with a dog would be very difficult. Anyway, they had 2 dancing dog shows scheduled and I wanted to see one of those. Then, I would go by the "Meet the Breed" area and see which dogs are there. Then go through all the vendors and get free samples and head on out. Yes, that's the way I would do it....if I had been by myself.
This year Jeff and I took Abigail and 2 friends. When we got there, immediately the girls wanted to walk through and see what the vendors had to offer. They all had money in their pockets and it was burning a hole. After walking up and down every aisle and getting all the free stuff we could, the girls decided on their purchases. Abigail's friends both bought something for their dogs. Makes sense. We were at a dog show, get something for the dog. Abigail bought an ankle bracelet. For herself. It didn't even have a dog charm on it. I think the charm said something like "dream" on it. Anyway, we got that out of the way. Jeff took the bags out to the car for us. Next, I thought it would be great to go watch the Jr. Showmanship competition. What could be better than kids showing off their dogs in the ring? The dogs don't even have to be pedigree dogs! Ok, kids, we're going to watch Jr. Showmanship. We went to the ring and sat. They were judging toy poodles (probably one of my least favorite breeds) but I thought they were just a little behind and would finish quickly. We waited 40 minutes....still judging toy poodles. The kids were saying they were hungry and wanting lunch for 35 of those minutes. We finally gave up and went for lunch, spending an exorbitant amount of money for some little pizzas and sodas. After lunch was over, so was the dancing dog show. Ok, well, maybe next year. We decided to go watch some flyball. We watched that for awhile and the girls loved it. Then we went over to the agility trials. We watched 2 dogs go through the course and then everyone walked away. I guess they were done. We heard the music at another arena and decided to get some seats and see what was going on. It was Frisbee dogs. That's always fun. We got through the people, got some seats and watched one guy and his cute Border Collie perform before the announcer thanked everyone for coming. I hadn't even settled back in my seat. At this point, the girls were tired, I was hungry (Jeff and I had split one of those little pizzas) and Jeff was still being patient. I asked the girls if they were ready to go and they were.
As I mentioned earlier, we got some free stuff at the show so I was anxious to try it out on Jake. The market area at the dog show is interesting. They have booths for dog food, accessories and treats, jewelry, teeth whitening (people, not dogs) and the ShamWow. Some of the people at the booths try to talk to you about their products, while others know you're just there for the sample so they're not going to waste your time or their breath. They just hand out the freebie and let the product speak for itself. Those are my favorite booths. One booth's biggest selling point was that their food wasn't made in China. I suppose that would have been a big deal several months ago but I really wondered if that was the best selling point they could come up with. Several places offer all natural dog food now. I think if I wanted to feed Jake all natural dog food, I would just make it myself. Anyway, I came home and tried giving Jake and Freddie (my dad's doxie that we were dog sitting that weekend) some of the samples we received. One of the all natural ones said it was made out of whitefish and sweet potatoes. That didn't even sound good to me. Jake wouldn't touch it. He likes sweet potatoes but he didn't like this version of it. Jake and Freddie's favorite one was from Natural Balance. I had never heard of it before but they ate it up. Natural Balance was "developed" by that world renown dog expert.....Dick Van Patten. Huh? Not Cesar Milan or Victoria Stilwell. Dick Van Patten. He's the guy from "Eight is Enough". I think they had a dog on that show. He and his son Tim came up with this food. They must know what they're doing cause Jake loved it. I was fortunate to snag 2 bags of their food at the show and each time I put it in the bowl, Jake didn't just eat it, he devoured it. The bigger news is that so did Freddie. Freddie is the pickiest eater I have ever known, of people or animals (and I work with 3 year old preschoolers....I know picky eaters). He will only eat if you hand feed him or if it's in the cup holder/dog dish in my dad's pickup. But he ate this food. I think Jake could do a commercial for them. Then maybe next year he would be invited to the Houston Dog Show as a spokesdog. That would be one way he could get in there.
Every year I go to the Dog Show, I always say I'm going to take Abigail and her friends one day and go by myself one day. My idea of a perfect Dog Show itinerary would be to get to the show, browse the breed judging and see which breed I want to check out. Since flyball and the agility trials run continuously, I would see those in between. They have something called canine musical freestyle which is dogs dancing with their owners. Sounds silly but I've seen clips of it and I've always wanted to see it there. I can't dance at all so I think dancing with a dog would be very difficult. Anyway, they had 2 dancing dog shows scheduled and I wanted to see one of those. Then, I would go by the "Meet the Breed" area and see which dogs are there. Then go through all the vendors and get free samples and head on out. Yes, that's the way I would do it....if I had been by myself.
This year Jeff and I took Abigail and 2 friends. When we got there, immediately the girls wanted to walk through and see what the vendors had to offer. They all had money in their pockets and it was burning a hole. After walking up and down every aisle and getting all the free stuff we could, the girls decided on their purchases. Abigail's friends both bought something for their dogs. Makes sense. We were at a dog show, get something for the dog. Abigail bought an ankle bracelet. For herself. It didn't even have a dog charm on it. I think the charm said something like "dream" on it. Anyway, we got that out of the way. Jeff took the bags out to the car for us. Next, I thought it would be great to go watch the Jr. Showmanship competition. What could be better than kids showing off their dogs in the ring? The dogs don't even have to be pedigree dogs! Ok, kids, we're going to watch Jr. Showmanship. We went to the ring and sat. They were judging toy poodles (probably one of my least favorite breeds) but I thought they were just a little behind and would finish quickly. We waited 40 minutes....still judging toy poodles. The kids were saying they were hungry and wanting lunch for 35 of those minutes. We finally gave up and went for lunch, spending an exorbitant amount of money for some little pizzas and sodas. After lunch was over, so was the dancing dog show. Ok, well, maybe next year. We decided to go watch some flyball. We watched that for awhile and the girls loved it. Then we went over to the agility trials. We watched 2 dogs go through the course and then everyone walked away. I guess they were done. We heard the music at another arena and decided to get some seats and see what was going on. It was Frisbee dogs. That's always fun. We got through the people, got some seats and watched one guy and his cute Border Collie perform before the announcer thanked everyone for coming. I hadn't even settled back in my seat. At this point, the girls were tired, I was hungry (Jeff and I had split one of those little pizzas) and Jeff was still being patient. I asked the girls if they were ready to go and they were.
As I mentioned earlier, we got some free stuff at the show so I was anxious to try it out on Jake. The market area at the dog show is interesting. They have booths for dog food, accessories and treats, jewelry, teeth whitening (people, not dogs) and the ShamWow. Some of the people at the booths try to talk to you about their products, while others know you're just there for the sample so they're not going to waste your time or their breath. They just hand out the freebie and let the product speak for itself. Those are my favorite booths. One booth's biggest selling point was that their food wasn't made in China. I suppose that would have been a big deal several months ago but I really wondered if that was the best selling point they could come up with. Several places offer all natural dog food now. I think if I wanted to feed Jake all natural dog food, I would just make it myself. Anyway, I came home and tried giving Jake and Freddie (my dad's doxie that we were dog sitting that weekend) some of the samples we received. One of the all natural ones said it was made out of whitefish and sweet potatoes. That didn't even sound good to me. Jake wouldn't touch it. He likes sweet potatoes but he didn't like this version of it. Jake and Freddie's favorite one was from Natural Balance. I had never heard of it before but they ate it up. Natural Balance was "developed" by that world renown dog expert.....Dick Van Patten. Huh? Not Cesar Milan or Victoria Stilwell. Dick Van Patten. He's the guy from "Eight is Enough". I think they had a dog on that show. He and his son Tim came up with this food. They must know what they're doing cause Jake loved it. I was fortunate to snag 2 bags of their food at the show and each time I put it in the bowl, Jake didn't just eat it, he devoured it. The bigger news is that so did Freddie. Freddie is the pickiest eater I have ever known, of people or animals (and I work with 3 year old preschoolers....I know picky eaters). He will only eat if you hand feed him or if it's in the cup holder/dog dish in my dad's pickup. But he ate this food. I think Jake could do a commercial for them. Then maybe next year he would be invited to the Houston Dog Show as a spokesdog. That would be one way he could get in there.
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