The toenail of the penguin

There is a new mystery in our house. Who chewed the penguin’s toenail? Yes.  The penguin’s toenail.

For those who don’t know our household well, we are not the only animals living here.  There is a beaver, a turkey, a loon, two geese, several ducks, two deer, many bears, multiple dogs, fish, rabbits, a heron, assorted other birds, at least one turtle, a puffin and a penguin.  Really.  We have our own zoo.

Luckily though, this menagerie does not need feeding.   They are all made of wood.  They are folk art.

Folk art is essentially art that is created by untrained individuals.  The artists didn’t go to school to learn  how to paint or draw, or carve things – they learned to do it themselves.  Sometimes is it pretty primitive. And most folk artists don’t intitally start out thinking that this is going to be a way to earn money – they do it purely for their own enjoyment – or maybe to give as a gift to another.  Nova Scotia has a LONG history of folk art.  I wrote about one of our most famous folk artists in another blog.
https://viktorsviews.blogspot.com/2017/05/a-lesson-from-maud.html

But in addition to Maud, there are plenty of people who still make folk art.  Many of the early folk artists were woodsmen, and fishermen – who looked for things to occupy their time in the off season.

While my human initially thought folk art was too primitive for her liking, she learned over time to appreciate the thought, craft and HUMOR behind many of the works.  And she appreciated the backgrounds on the artists – who did the art “just because.”   Years ago, she worked for fun at a folk art gallery.  This was while she also had her current job. She did it because she enjoyed the colorful, unique art – but also because she learned the stories of the people behind the art.

She enjoyed meeting the artists and working at the store.  Oh.  And did I mention she was PAID in folk art.  Hence the zoo.

After we endured the painting of the kitchen and dining room back in August, my human decided to “move things around” and “redecorate”.  The moving scheme included taking a large,  over two-foot tall penguin, and place him in the dining room.  From his previous location in the laundry room.  Yes.  There are animals everywhere.

The interesting thing about this penguin – he has long toenails.  Orange and yellow toenails. Made of wood of course.

When Mr P was moved to the dining room, we all sized him up.  My human threatened that if anyone lifted a leg to pee on him, we would live the rest of our days in the laundry room.  Not that we pee IN the house – but you know us boys and “new” things – gotta mark them as our own.  Anyway, no one peed on the penguin.

However, about a week ago, my human noticed that one of the penguin’s toenails was on the floor next to him.  She wondered how that happened.  And then she noticed the FG sniffing it.  And he was about to pick it up when she shouted “NOOOOOO.”  He left it alone.

Fast forward (finally!) to Wednesday.  My human came home from work and checked the condition of the chair wall still lining the edges of the dining room carpet.  It always looks like there has been a brawl when you come in – with all the chairs lying on their sides.  Anyway, that’s when she spotted it.  The remains of the toenail.  The yellow part was gone, but about 3/4 of the orange part remained.  But WHO was the culprit? The obvious suspect was the FG.  But it REALLY COULD have been any of us.  So she turned to the snitch.  Big Brother.  And saints preserve us – that’s when she realized Big Brother had not been reset after the new internet was installed.  It wasn’t working.  No video evidence.  Phew.

She had to find some paint to touch up the shortened toenail.  In the process, the tube of paint opened at the wrong end, resulting in a blob of yellow paint on my human and on the table.  She just sighed.  Sure she did.  I believe I heard some rather colorful words coming from the garage.

In the meantime, the other toenails have been removed.  She’ll leave them off for a while in the hopes that whoever did it will not remember when they are again put back in.  How crazy its THAT.  Like WE will forget something. Does she never learn?

So that’s the penguin toenail story.  Just what you were expecting, no doubt.  I’m thinking we could probably start our own folk art.  After all, each of us is good with wood.  Just give us some paint.  Now wouldn’t THAT be fun?  While my human is at work…

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 56

X-rays

According to the crazy calendar,  November 8 is X-ray day.  It marks the day in 1895, when a German physicist by the name of Wilhelm Röntgen produced the first X-rays.

And the topic made me think.   I wonder how many people out there who own dogs as pets, know that if you are getting your dog from a reputable breeder, that breeder will have performed certain health tests on the breeding dogs.  They do these tests to make the best attempt at producing healthy, long-lived dogs.  Different breeds can have different health challenges.   For example, some breeds may be prone to hip dysplasia.  So the last thing you want to do is to breed dogs who HAVE dysplasia. To check for this orthopedic condition, breeders do X-rays and then have them evaluated.   They submit them to a database that will provide the information to others.  One site is the OFA – or the Orthopedic Foundation for Animals.  The OFA has been around for over 50 years – and was started initially to  provide information just about hip dysplasia.  X-rays are sent to the OFA and as I understand it, three radiologists rate the hips – as  Fair, Good, Excellent, Borderline or Mild, Moderate or Severe Dysplasia. Today, the OFA site also stores information about other medical conditions may affect a dogs’ health including diseases of the eyes, elbows, thyroid and heart.

As an educated consumer – you should look at the health issues that could be prominent in your breed.  Check it out on the OFA site – there is a wealth of info there.  https://www.ofa.org/   IF a breeder is NOT doing clearances, keep in mind that you COULD be getting a dog who is more likely to have problems. 

NOW – you also need to keep in mind that even WITH all the correct clearances and health testing, stuff happens.  It’s nature.  Which humans cannot control.  They can make the best choices and that’s the best they can do.  And it’s importanat to know that your have started with healthy parents.

The more information that a breeder has about a dog, and their offspring, the more they have a good picture of their breeding program success.  Databases are good – but only as good as the information that is there!  Sometimes people do not submit data or allow their info to be public.   I’m not sure how that helps a breed….

It would be fabulous if breeders had data on ALL their puppies – but let’s face it, most pet owners don’t want to pay the price of finding out if their dog has an asymptomatic problem if there is no intent to ever breed or use that dog as a stud for breeding.   In an IDEAL world, breeders would charge extra for puppies – and would then provide a REBATE equivalent to the cost of the testing if it is done.   That way the breeder would have information about the health of ALL the puppies produced .  But it requires a fair bit of work to coordinate – so I haven’t seen anyone using this practice routinely.

Frodo had his hips X-rayed and evaluated and they were excellent.  And I know why.  First off he had good parents.  But another reason – it’s from all that countersurfing- it strengthens the hip muscles.  That’s MY take on it – so humans should not try to prevent us from countersurfing.  It’s good for us.  His X-rays are proof.  Suuuuuuuuure they are…..

Have an illuminating day.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 55

My collection

More material for my collection.  A good friend suggested we are going to need to build a structure just to house my collection.  Yup – I’m heading for the Guinness Book.  Biggest poop bag collection.

As you know, we got poop bags from my human’s sister.  And the neighbor. And my human found a stash. And countless people offered to send them.  Local folks also texted my human about where they spotted supplies.   And now 150 bags arrived in the mail from an old friend who must have read about our plight. I think the count must be over a thousand now.  I should honestly start a lottery.  People should guess the date when we will run out.  And the prize…..hmmmmm….it can’t be poop bags, we’ll be all out.  OK.  A pawtographed photo of me.  And my brothers.  AND a box of treats. Unopened.  Maybe.
Meanwhile my human is unbelievably happy with our new internet service. It is 100000 times faster than our old service. It will cut our blog writing time down greatly.  It used to take FOREVER to upload photos. Now- click bing it’s DONE.  She could have hugged the technician who came to install it.  She told the technician about my blog.  As I was sequestered on the deck putting olfactory art all over the deck door.  You can tell when people are not dog people. He just looked at me.  And didn’t say a word.  Still – he was happy my human was SOOOOOO overjoyed.  He has probably never seen a person so happy about the internet.  Nor has he probably ever seen a dog who writes a blog….
Well it’s hump day.  AND …..12 more Wednesdays left.  Something BIG is coming.  In 12 Wednesdays.  But FIRST – we have Christmas.   What’s the deadline for my list to Santa?   Time to start looking through the Canine Wish Book…
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 54

Fugitives

Well we thought we might have broken the law.  But we didn’t .   I don’t think…

My human has been WAITING for November 1.  That’s the date that the fenced baseball field not too far from our home, allows dogs to run free.  So she PROMISED us that we would go on Monday.  Only problem?  We had to wait for the cable/phone/internet guy to come.  My human became exasperated by our molasses speed internet- and when two people from the company suggest that you go with the competition- you do it.  So she booked the appointment- but all they can tell you is that a technician will be there sometime between 8:30-5:00.  So that pretty much restricts your entire day. We had our walks early – but we couldn’t go to the ball field for fear the technician would come.
Einstein KNOWS, like a psychic, that someone is coming.  He must pick up on my human’s vigilance.  So every chance he gets- particularly if she is in the bathroom, he barks.  Even better if she is in the shower. And his alarms are generally false – he’s basically testing her response time.
Anyway, the guy finally showed up at 1:00.  We were sequestered on the deck where we barked like crazy and threw ourselves against the deck door.  The guy took a look at the required work and went to his truck to get the equipment.  He returned a few minutes later and reported he was missing a modem.  Which is pretty critical if you are changing the internet.  So he told my human he would have to go and get one.  Which would take over an hour.  My human said it was fine – as long as he called when on his way back.  That way, she could squeeze in our promised leash-free adventure. He left and my human rushed to put her coat on, stuff her pockets with treats, grab some fetch toys and load us into the vehicle.  And that’s when the adventure begins.  And her blood pressure goes up. 
She puts the FG in a crate and Einstein and I ride behind him in the vehicle.  At least we are supposed to.  But before my human even got into the driver’s seat, I was happily seated in the passenger seat. She got out, went around the car, opened the passenger door and moved me back to the back.  I should add that while this is going on, the FG is SCREAMING like he is being tortured.  His screaming continued and my attempts to weasel my way back to the front seat continued as we drove to the ball field.  
We pulled into the parking lot of the field, all excited and then saw it.  “It” being a GIANT St Bernard running loose in the field.  With his human pushing a baby carriage. How do you spell potential recipe for disaster.  There was no way my human would let us loose in a field with a GIANT dog we didn’t know.  So we waited in the car – now with all three of us participating in a screaming choir.  So we waited.  And waited.  5 minutes.  10 minutes. 15 minutes.  At which point the woman pushing the carriage went to a side gate and went to get a stick for Cujo to retrieve .  That’s went my human said “Let’s go for a drive.”  She headed for another ball field and drove about 15 minutes.  She still wasn’t at the destination.  And she started thinking that by the time we got there, we would need to turn around and go back home to meet the technician. By this point the screaming had burned down to a low grumble.  So we turned around. As she came back to the original destination, she saw the field was now empty. She pulled in and prayed that nobody else would show up.  She unloaded me and Einstein and put us in the field to smell all the traces of Cujo and any other dogs who had been there.  She unloaded the FG who ran with wild abandon.  Even though he didn’t know why.
She pulled out the fetch toys and yours truly and the FG nearly exploded.  The only problem with the FG – he can’t WAIT to get the toy.  But he never brings it all the way back.  He collapses and rolls on it. I, on the other hand , ALWAYS come back.  I knew she had treats in her pocket.  Meanwhile, Einstein wanders and just watches the proceedings.  He’ll fetch but he takes his time.  He’s in no rush.
So the throwing and walking to the rolling Picard continued for about a half hour.  At which point, my human figured we had had enough. Plus she wanted to get home for the technician.
After she loaded us in the vehicle, she glanced at the gate. The sign had always read No Dogs – from May 1 – November 1. But she was shocked to see that the sign no longer had the dates.  Just NO DOGS allowed. We could have been arrested !  Yikes!!!! She furtively looked around, jumped in the car and sped home.
We were all silent- knowing how close we had come to incarceration. OK.  Maybe they wouldn’t throw us in jail – but who wants a ticket?!
As soon as we got home, she searched the municipality’s website to see if we were fugitives.  She DID find a page that said that field WAS open to dogs in the winter.  She didn’t seriously study if that was the most current update to that page.  Ignorance is bliss. Mind you – not really in the case of the law…
So that was our big adventure yesterday.  I HOPE we can still go there.  I mean it was obvious that Cujo thought he could be free – and he wasn’t exactly inconspicuous.  But there have been some recent By-Law changes- which were not all that positive for dog owners.  My human is wondering if this slipped into the legislation.  We’ll have to find out…
Have a good one. Peace and paws up .
Seizure free days: 53

Collars, Galgos and antiques

So after getting my human up at 4:00AM, and after our breakfast and her “nap” – she abandoned us for several hours yesterday and went to a Christmas craft and antique fair.  She claims she “helped” her friend who had a booth and was selling antiques- but we also found out she did some “shopping.” 

First off she found the booth of a woman who sold mostly dog related antiques and collectibles. For my human, that’s akin to putting a kid in a toy store.  So although she didn’t “need” any more things for her collection aka dog museum, she did find a few things she couldn’t pass up.  They weren’t edible so we didn’t care.
Then she found a booth that sold dog collars and the woman who makes them is from Newfoundland.  Her collars are VERY cool – and of course, my human came home with one .  Check it out -it resembles the famous painted houses in St John’s, Newfoundland.

They had LOTS of cool patterns and styles.  It was hard to pick the one.  We’ll all be fighting over it.  So you KNOW she’ll be ordering two more on-line. You can find her here:

Anyway, in typical chatty fashion, my human started talking to the very pleasant, passionate owner of the business.  And OBVIOUSLY she owns dogs.  She has a 10.5 year old Great Dane.  Yes- you read that correctly-10.5.  And going strong.  Must be that pure, fresh Newfoundland air.  
And the woman also has three Galgos.  Don’t know what they are? Well my human, the Queen of Rare Breeds didn’t know either.  But she learned a LOT.  Galgos are an ancient Spanish sighthound.  While they look kind of like a greyhound (and in fact the name is synonymous with Spanish greyhound), they ARE quite different.  They come in two coats – short and long hair and a variety of colors.  They are recognized by the FCI and the UKC.  The big difference from greyhounds – Galgos are built not just for speed, but for endurance.  They are used in Spain for rabbit hunting. And they excel at the sport.  The only problem- after hunting season is over, thousands – yes thousands are put to death,  some in  horrid ways.  The plight of this ancient breed has been recognized and there are rescue groups around Europe and even in North America.  So this woman has three rescued girls. She couldn’t say enough about this fascinating breed- although she acknowledged that they are not for everyone.  Because they are often raised in horrible conditions, they require a LOT of rehab.  Still – she advocates that they can be loving, wonderful pets.  I found the following link to a story done by National Geographic about the breed.  I warn you that some of the content is disturbing- when you see just how cruel some humans can be.  
But rescue groups like this one here in Canada, work hard to give these dogs a loving home.
So although WE didn’t get to go to the show, we learned a lot of cool dog stuff – so we’ll forgive my human this time.  I think it was her payback for getting her up at 4AM.  
She CLAIMS she has a surprise for us today.  We’ll see.  Maybe it’s a Galgo!!! And we could chase bunnies together!!  We’ll see…
Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 52

Time change

Well the phone alarms were going off at all times this week. That’s what happens when the time changes.

It has taken my human two years to figure out my medication times when the clock  changes.  And she FINALLY got it. She started this procedure on Monday.  You see I take one of my meds promptly 
at 7AM and at 7 PM.  So.  She started stretching my time by 15 minutes.  So 7:15 and 7:15 for two days.  Then 7:30 and 7:30.  Then 7:45 etc.  So this morning at what WOULD be 8:00, was now 7:00.  So I’m back to my 7-7 schedule.  With no glitches – and thankfully no seizures!  Great news.
Of course you KNOW we wanted to get up at 5 this morning.  Like we do when my human has to be into work early. Which meant it was really 4AM with the time change.  My human kept trying to argue that we didn’t need to go out yet.  She managed to stay in bed until 4:30, but finally conceded defeat. She decided to take us out quickly, feed us and then she went back to bed! What a waste – those walks should have been an hour longer!
My human and her sister went to a dinner at the church last night. A woman came over, introduced herself and started chatting.  They had not formally met before.  My human said “Aren’t you the couple with the Yorkshire terrier?” My human thought she recognized the couple from the infamous Blessing of the Pets.  The woman looked at my human and her eyes opened wide and she said “wait – you’re the woman with the runaway dog- aren’t you?!”  My human nodded and the woman went on to say how scary that was.  No kidding!  Obviously St Francis was looking down and saved the FG who could have turned a blessing ceremony into a funeral. Yes.  We are now well known in the church community.
Today is going to be a sunny Sunday after a notoriously rainy, windy Saturday. Somehow, though, every time we needed to go out, the rain stopped.  Maybe that Blessing is working for the weather too!
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 51

Cliche Day

November 3.  And it’s Cliche Day.  Cliches are overused common expressions, that some argue often lose their original intended message. Some people even call them “trite.” Oftentimes we use them and don’t even think about it.   And many cliches are idioms-which have hidden meanings.  They are not meant to be taken literally- but sure can be confusing for people who don’t know the language.  For example when you say someone has a chip on his shoulder, you’re not really talking about chips. 

Here are a few common cliches, and my own version:
You can’t judge a book by its cover.  My version: You can’t judge a poodle by it’s weird hairdo.
 
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.  My version:  It is better to have tried countersurfing and failed than never to have tried at all.
Money is the root of all evil.  My version: Grooming tools are the root of all evil.
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.  My version: Dogs are a girl’s best friend.
And here are some photos and cliches:

Hope they gave you a chuckle! I think cliches are the best thing since sliced bread! Sorry- I couldn’t resist.

Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 50!

Solving problems…

Well it seems that the drop in our blog traffic was not due to something offensive that I said.  At least not in the past week.  It appears that there is a glitch in the blog program and we are not the only ones experiencing what appeared to be a sudden drop in popularity.  Or is it pupularity.  Wait – PONularity.  So my human was somewhat relieved.

Again, I must thank everyone for the poop bag offers.  We have found several local sources- so between the stash that my human bought, her sister bought AND Pig Pen’s human bought for us – we are now the proud owners of over 800 bags.  So we are stocked up until the end of 2018.  We had so many offers- someone suggested we start a collection from around the world. That’s actually a cool idea.  My human collects stuff.  I could have MY own collection.  THAT’S how I can finally get into the Guinness Book of Records – World’s Largest Poop Bag Collection. 
And speaking of gifts, check out the cool tick collar I got from one of my blog readers- Kathy. She made it just for me.  

They are just like these collars.  
Some people swear by them so I am quite happy to be her guinea PON and try it out.  I won’t be able to leave it on when my human is not around, as it would be most enticing for Einstein to chew on.  But I’ll be wearing it when I run around in the woods. Kathy said she isn’t sure really why they work, but her dog hasn’t had any ticks since wearing one.  And as she noted, if it doesn’t work, at least it is pretty!  And I agree!!!
So three big problems addressed this week- low blog traffic, the poop bag deficit, and ticks.  Problems solved.  And the best news?  It’s Friday.  Which means the weekend and extra long walks!!!!! Release the poop bags !!!
Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 49

Dog photography

November 1.  And on this day in 1941, an American photographer by the name of Ansel Adams took a famous photo in New Mexico of a moonrise over the town of Hernandez , and it was said to be one of the most famous images in photography history. Google it to see the fascinating photo.  Adams is well known for his famous black and white photos in Yosemite National Park.  He was a naturalist and conservationist who dedicated much of his life to not only photography but to preserving and protecting wildlife. 

I couldn’t find many dog photos by Adams- he was primarily a landscape photographer- but he did take photos of other things too. Mostly nature shots.
But the topic of photography got me looking for famous dog photographers.  And there are PLENTY.  One is William Wegman who is famous for his photos of Weimaraners. Here’s a short video featuring him:
Then we have a guy by the name of Jesse Freidin.  I liked his views on dogs…and some of the projects he has done.
Here’s a guy who basically travels the world, stops people and takes photos of their dogs.  He’s the Dogist and his work went crazy on Instagram:
My human has a great friend, Janet who is retired from the US military.  I’ve written about Janet before – and her heroic role at the Pentagon during 9/11.  And I have also written about her retired military working dogs – the late great Emzy and her current girl, Ares.  Since retirement, Janet has completed a degree in photography and is now a Pet Photographer.  Janet does a lot of pro bono work for a military working dog program.  My human is so proud to call her a friend. Here is a sampling of her work:
That is just a snapshot (pun intended) of the many amazing dog photographers out there.  Now while Ansel Adams deserves credit for his incredible photography- let’s face it, it’s not like he had to make a tree stand still.  He also didn’t need to know how to make a variety of barking and unusual sounds.  He also didn’t have to carry around a squeak ball. Or yummy liver bites.  Sure he was GREAT – but I have to give credit to dog photographers who can capture an amazing photo of man (and woman’s) best friend- and tell a story through that image.  And heaven knows – when you are owned by a dog, you have lots of stories to tell.
Have a good one. Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 48