We all, actually, have a case of cabin fever. We had a bit of a scare nearly two weeks ago as one of the puppy’s classmates came down with a puppy illness after attending class. However, our puppy went to class with her, then to class then next week. Right after the second class we … Continue reading The dog has a fever. It’s bad.
Life in our house at the moment is like having warring teenagers except one is goofy, eager and innocent and the other is bitchy and worldly. Dog: sorry I peed on floor again. Me: That’s okay. You almost had a perfect day, and we were having a dinner party. Try again tomorrow. Cat: Stupid animal. … Continue reading Puddles and Cuddles and Jealous Felines
The entire country’s domesticated animal population didn’t consider me a corpse, but they thought as much of their respective owners. Time change is a bitch. However, if she gets exhausted and wants to nap earlier… heck, I’m down with that. One of the evil, super-slippery knee-busters. She also keeps growing. It’s getting harder to hold … Continue reading The puppy was convinced I was dead.
The best ice pack, if anyone is interested, is made from a 1-1 mix of water and rotgut vodka. The internet will tell you to use a 2-1 mix of water to rubbing alcohol, but inevitably the bags leak (thank you, MaeMae and your razor claws) and if it leaks while you sleep, it’s a … Continue reading Bitter? Me?
Every day the puppy comes out of her crate two inches longer and three pounds heavier, I swear. She’s growing at the speed of sound. And in the mornings, she is so full of energy, it knocks you off your feet. Thankfully, MaeMae the crotchety cat is actually starting to play with her. It’s a … Continue reading The cat’s warming up…
I performed emergency rectal surgery on the sloth. Well, okay, maybe not EMERGENCY but it needed to be done today if it were ready for duties this evening. Miss M had chewed him a new one and his stuffing was coming out. Slothie, recovered after surgery. GDA (Guide Dogs of America) provided her with a … Continue reading The dog, the cat and the sloth…
Abby, born in 2007, was taken from her mother at six weeks, because her mother had mastitis. She was tiny and full of beans, and our existing cat, Piggy, kind of moaned and resigned himself to raising this… this… thing. Blondie and Abby as youngsters Piggster was a large tuxedo cat with extensive experience around … Continue reading Requiem
Go, you big fierce cousin of the lions. Go annihilate that vile gopher. And all his relatives. Chase them so they never darken our street again.
MaeMae is essentially in her teenage years and she’s a PITA. Our crèche is looking a wee bit bald where she’s chewed the moss off the roof. Shooting her with water is becoming less effective. She also tries to torture/play with the hound, who, at almost 14, is mostly deaf, largely blind and gets confused … Continue reading Cat on a Thin Tight Leash
Training a cat to leash walk is not easy, the little bastards are not at all grateful and the constraints are problematic in other ways as well. Our front lawn resembles London after the blitz, courtesy of a damn gopher, who appears to be a friend of the hound. The gopher makes periodic appearances in … Continue reading The Bombed Out Lawn
Examining Misadventures 