I wrote her letter to Santa…





So while I’m getting ready to write my letter to the guy in red, I started thinking about my human.  She’s kind of busy, so I thought I should write her letter for her.  So here goes…

Dear Santa.

My name is Linda.  I have been relatively good this year.  I say relatively because I COULD have probably given my wonderful dogs more treats – but I promise to do that next year.  I will be retired as of February so I also promise to walk them more. 

Because I share my life with three amazing canines who are always well behaved, I have a number of items I would LOVE to find under my tree on Christmas morning.  Here we go…

1.  Lint rollers.   Everyone owned by dogs never has enough of these. I love lint rollers Santa.  Please bring me a BIG pack. 
2.  Paper towel.  For frequent spills, and the occasional muddy paws.
3.  Poop bags.   Although my current supply is plentiful, one can NEVER, EVER have too many.
4.  A new grooming apron.  Don’t worry if you can’t get this one…
5.  Batteries.   Triple A.  For my headlamp that I use while walking my dogs in a dark.  Better yet Santa, a rechargeable one would be nice….
6.  Vacuum cleaner bags. We go through these like poop bags.  
7.  Environmentally safe non-toxic cleaning supplies.  Because I only want to expose my boys to safe products.
8.  New pillowcases.  Several sets.
9.  Sandpaper and black paint.  To repair some chairs in the dining room that one of my wonderful boys used for a wood craft project.
10. Heavy duty black thread.  For repairs to the dining room carpet. There has not been damage lately, but let’s face it Santa, it’s just a matter of time.  Might as well throw in a spare carpet while you are at it.
11.  Earplugs.   Because one of my sweet boys likes to bark.  A lot.
12.  Another set of mittens with a long string.  So I don’t have to juggle mittens, poop bags, and leashes on cold winter mornings.
13.  Treats.   LOTS of tasty treats.  I love to reward my good boys – so please Santa, bring me lots of treats.  LOTS.  And you don’t need to leave them under the tree in the DFZ.  Please feel free to leave them on a chair in the dining room.  That would be perfect.

Safe travels.  All the best.
Linda

Is that not the PERFECT letter?   She will be so happy I wote it for her.  I hope she gets what “she” asked for…

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up!
Seizure free days: 12 

 

Saint Nicholas Day

So today is December 6 – and it’s Saint Nicholas day.  Saint Nicholas of Myra who was a bishop in 270 AD in what is now Turkey, was known for being an all around good guy, and he was said to be responsible for many miracles.  Among many good works that he did, he was also known for secret gift giving. He is the patron saint of children, sailors, fishermen, pharmacists and pawnbrokers.  The connection escapes me there – but this much I know- in many countries, his feast day is celebrated with gift giving and it’s a big holiday.  

And we all know who Saint Nicholas became the model for – none other than the fat guy in the red suit – Santa Claus.  

So in keeping with surprises and sharing on this special day – my human is sharing her big news.  It’s official. She is retiring.  At the end of January!!!!! She will still be doing a little work now and then- but she will now be home with us all the time!!!!  ALL. THE. TIME.  We have so much to train her about our daily routine.  She has lots to learn.  I mean don’t get me wrong, we are overjoyed she’ll be here – but we DO have our own way of doing things.  She’ll just have to adapt.  
I went in her closet the night before last and saw what I THINK might be some Christmas gifts for us. She caught me and told me to get out – and that the gifts were for someone else. Seriously?  Does she think I’m 5?  The FG might believe that story but not me.  Mind you,  I suppose the receipts are still in the bag – so any more chewed pillowcases and those gifts COULD be returned. Unless they really aren’t for us. And besides we still have to watch out because Santa brings HIS own gifts.  At least that’s what I believe….
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days:11

Duty

Well by now, everyone has seen the touching photos of Service dog Sully, a yellow Labrador Retriever, lying in front of the casket of former President George W. Bush, who passed away last weekend.  A somber but fitting tribute to mark a mission completed.  BUT – Sully’s mission is not over.  He is not ready for retirement yet. He will be having a new role working with wounded veterans at Walter Reed National Miltary Medical Center in Maryland.  He will be working with other dogs to assist military members in their physical and occupational therpy programs.  Sully has his own Instagram account (sullyhwbush) and Facebook page if you want to follow his new adventures.  I’m sure Sully is sad to have lost his partner – but no doubt he will bring happiness and lots of assistance to many others in his future.  Sully – we salute you!

Now that our home is decorated, we realize the next thing on the list will be grooming and “photo” shoots.  Which have not yet taken place. I don’t know what she is waiting for – might as well get it over with.

As for our list – I’m thinking hard about what to put on it.  I do have a recommendation (a Vik-advisor recommendation) though, for those dogs looking for a bed.  My long-term blog readers will recall that we used to go through dog beds in this house almost as quickly as we went through poop bags.  OK. Maybe not THAT quickly.  But we did have a NUMBER of beds through the years.  Even those beds that say they are chew-proof.  Not in this house.  BUT – there is ONE bed that has stood the test of time.  The Kuranda elevated bed.  https://kuranda.com/   We have had this bed since the time of Paxton.  And while someone did chew the straps on the cushion that was on the bed, when my human removed the cushion, we still continued to use the bed – and have done NOTHING to it.  Even with Einstein’s crazy “nesting” behavior where he scratches it like he is digging a foxhole,  it is STILL in great shape. 

Part of the reason I wanted to give this bed a plug is because I SEE that there is now a competitor on the market.  Now that MAY be a great bed – but the Kuranda was the first one out there.  You can even donate beds to shelters through them.  And no – I am NOT getting any perks from Kuranda for this plug – I just like to pass on info about good products.   If a product can survive THIS household – it HAS to be good.

Speaking of bed – time to take a snooze while I pass on guard duty to the FG.  He’ll be sure to alert us about every blowing leaf.  That – or his reflection in the glass door.  

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 10 

Oh Christmas Tree

So every year we go through the week long agony of Christmas decorating. It’s agony for us because all we can do is sit and watch.  My human has been known for creating a “Christmas explosion” while we just roll our eyes. What’s the point of having trees indoors if you can’t pee on them?!

Anyway, this year she vowed that she wasn’t going to go crazy.  She opted NOT to put the dog tree up- which was what I consider a mistake.  That’s the only tree we really liked – with all the dog ornaments. But she said she was taking a break from it this year.  And then – the real shocker, she decided not to go to get a big real tree either! I think she still is suffering from the flu and isn’t thinking straight.
Anyway, she decided to go out in the woods behind the house, and cut down a little tree – which would be placed on top of a table. 
She opted  NOT to take us on the tree hunt because we had  LOT of rain the day before yesterday- so she knew there would be LOTS of puddles.  Einstein and I didn’t care – we could survey from the back deck door.  At least while she was in view.  And Einstein barked out orders: “Not that one- it’s too big.  That one is ugly.  That one is a spruce and the needles will be off it before next week.”  The FG was dejected because he would have quite enjoyed running through the puddles.  My human didn’t need more work.
Anyway she emerged from the woods in a fairly short time.  She was carrying a small Charlie Brown table top variety and dragging a large stand-on-the-floor variety.  She couldn’t decide which she preferred.  She dragged the large tree to the middle of the back yard, dropped it and carried the mini version around to the front of the house.   And then she made her mistake. Or maybe I should say we helped her make her decision.  Quickly. We knew she was at the front of the house and all of us were barking like mad.  She decided to let us out.   Her mind ran in slow motion as she watched us run around to the back of the house. And as she raced behind us, she came around the corner and watched as each one of us QUICKLY peed on the large tree in the middle of the yard.  Decision made.
As we came back around to the front of the house, she wouldn’t let any of us run ahead.  I don’t know why she was worried- we made our choice – we wouldn’t pee on the little tree.  Then again…
No – it survived- and with a bunch of lights, garland and ornaments, the Charlie Brown tree looks just fine.  
So.  House decorated.  Check.  Now to work on my list…
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 9

Great plans…

Did you ever have a plan that you visualize before it happens?  This idea of how something should turn out.  And it’s all rosy and happy and full of sunshine and rainbows. And it SHOULD be a great idea. 

But then you experience the epic fail? Welcome to our world…
So yesterday my human had this great idea.  Get up at the crack of dawn. Take us out for quick pees and poops.  And then load us into Ludwig and take us to the ball field.  Where, in case you are wondering, it IS OK to take dogs until May 1. Sounds like a brilliant plan. Let us have a good run before breakfast and we’ll   be all happy and content. 
The quick pee and poop part went without a hitch and we heard her put the crate in the car – so we knew something was up. She put the FG in first who did his usual screaming- with delight or frustration- it’s hard to discern. Einstein and I leaped in and anxiously awaited our destination.
The sun was just coming up – so not much chance of other dogs in the field.  Who else gets up this early on a Sunday morning to run dogs?  Right. Other crazy dog people. Anyway we beat them.
My human “released the hounds.”  The first sign that things were not going to go as planned was when she had to push us in the gate.  We all had to stand and smell the entrance where every other dog who had been there and left his calling card. We then proceeded to SLOWLY travel around the perimeter of the field. Walking.  Peeing.  And in Einstein’s case, pooping.  Five times around the perimeter.  Which meant my human had to make five trips to the garbage can.
Now I forgot to mention a key element in the story.  We have had some cold weather and even a bit of snow.  But this past week was warmer in the day – with lots of rain. So guess what rain plus freeze and thaw equals on a ball field?  Mud.  The area around the entrance to the field was quite muddy.  Of course the diamond itself was a really lovely consistency.  
My human brought our fetch toys and found herself standing alone in the middle of the field.  Sorry, but the smells around the perimeter trumped the fetch toys.  The FG was the first who wanted to finally play.  But then he never brings anything back.  So she would throw the toy, he would get it, she would walk to him, throw the toy, etc.  She got great exercise.  
I finally had enough sniffing, so agreed to fetch. So while my human tossed the toy for me, the FG went to see what Einstein was doing. She saw the FG across the field and he appeared to sniffing something.  A lot. Really a lot.  So she started toward him.  She shouted.  He didn’t care.  Is he EATING something?!  What could it be???? Now she’s running.  As she gets closer she realizes he’s not sniffing or eating.  He’s drinking.   Agggghhhhhh.  From the one flooded area of the field. Of course she immediately pictures him ingesting thousands of killer bacteria- so she hurls the fetch toy in front of him.  It lands ker plop in the muddy puddle.  He now decides that puddle dancing is a great new activity.  “Aghhhhhhh” she shouts.   The now wet and muddy Picard is suddenly energized like magic and darts across the field in sheer delight.  Meanwhile I’m still waiting for her to get one of the now soggy fetch toys out of the muddy puddle.  All the time Einstein is still sniffing the perimeter.
The FG and I DID eventually play a BIT of fetch and I think Einstein might have brought the toy back once.  That’s when we discovered that she had tasty treats in her pocket. So now we became like glue. While she’s trying to get us the fetch, she doesn’t pay attention to the FG for 4 seconds and he races back to the flooded corner of the field.  All the shouting in the world (which no doubt was heard for a 5 km radius) could get him out of that muddy mess – from a distance.  She again ran across the field and he hightailed it out. I’m telling you- she got some great exercise.
After 45 minutes of this bliss, she loaded us back in Ludwig.  Dirty. Stinky. And one of us was very wet besides.  
We got home, had breakfast and collapsed.  All four of us.
So in the end, it did work out.  Mind you, the impending baths were never part of the plan….
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 8

She has a name….

Her name is Indi!!! Yup – my niece will hereby go forward as Indi – one of the names I suggested!!! Short for Individual.  And she is living up to her moniker.

She continues to grow every day and remains VERY vocal about life. And get ready- here she is…….

And here she is with her Mom……

She has a black dot on her head.  That’s her crown.  Because she is a princess.  Princess Indi.    Has a nice ring….

As for us – No antler photos. Yet.   My human was decorating yesterday so we had a reprieve.  And for a change, I am happy to hear that there is rain in the forecast today.  No photo shoot.  At least not outdoors. 
Today is National Mutt Day.  I was going to make a comment that it could also be called Doodle Day.   Because they are the same.  But I won’t say that because I’m trying to be good before Christmas.  Besides- we all KNOW that I have nothing against multi-breed dogs that one sees at a shelter- they deserve homes like any dog does!! Just don’t pay big money for a fancy sounding non breed aka “designer dog.”  If you want a multi-breed dog – go to a shelter- but certainly don’t go to a “breeder” and pay thousands for one.  Just sayin.
OK. I’m off my soapbox again.  Time to get my human moving to make up for her slug behavior last weekend.  What would she do without us looking after her?!
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 7

Dollar stores, museums and countdowns

Before my human became ill last weekend, she went shopping.  To the dreaded Dollar Store.  And of course you KNOW what that means at this time of the year.  Antlers. I’m not talking about the kind you chew on.  No.  I’m talking the kind you wear.  I can’t actually believe that she would buy MORE – I’m certain she has the set from last year. All I know is that the bag was big.  That’s never a good sign.  And she has no big plans for the weekend…..  I’m feeling a photo shoot in our future.  And then she wonders why we retaliate and eat her pillowcases…

So it’s December 1.  And the countdown begins.  My human saw this cool Advent Calendar for dogs on the internet – where you got a treat for each day.  But with shipping, the thing was going to cost something like $60.   She said we can buy quite a few BOXES of treats with $60.  We are not getting the calendar. 

The countdown is also on for the big reopening of the AKC Museum of the Dog in New York City  slated for early 2019.  The museum moved from St. Louis – where it was housed for 30 years.  Anyway, while sniffing around on their Facebook page, I came across AKC TV – which I hate to confess, I didn’t know even existed.  It has info about purebred dogs – and some cool historical videos in a series called Bud Buccone in the Doghouse.  Of course his name had to be Bud.  Here’s one about a skeleton.  Yes. A skeleton.  But it’s an interesting story:

https://akc.tv/watch/19/1361/video-3/belgrave-joe/?ctx=%2Fwatch%2F%2F4%2F1224%2Fseries%2Fbud-buccone-in-the-dog-house&fbclid=IwAR3ZPCysnA3AzjjjueJy4e6pyv1Zuq0eqSNMQ8fHa-2QRylYamWD8fA-SKQ

Below that story you will also see some other short videos.  You can also learn about different breeds on the site and some breeds even have videos.  I see the Picard has a video.  But the PON does not.  Who do I talk to about that?  I’ll make a video for them.  Sure I will.  Anyway, it’s resource I thought you might find interesting. 

It’s Saturday.  Long walks.  Lots of fetching.  And we all have a pact – Say NO to ANTLERS.

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
 Seizure free days: 6

Dog poop and butterflies. Really.

We know that the topic of dog poop frequently appears in my blog.  We’ve discussed production, charteristics, gathering and frequency.  And probably other aspects as well.  My human was bemoaning the fact that she never DID do a REALLY good job of clearing the leaves from the lawn, so combine them and dog poop with a slight dusting of snow and you have the quintessential canine minefield.  But this blog isn’t about ANY of these.  It’s about butterflies and dog poop.  A cheery topic amidst the cold of winter.  And HOW do butterflies and dog poop go together you may be asking.  Well.  Allow me to anwer.

My human was looking at Instagram the other day. She doesn’t follow many sites, because REALLY – who has the time.   Now mind you – she is STILL attempting to go viral with one of her photos one day (of US) but given that we only have 234 Followers we are hardly in the viral category.   Once you have like a gazillion Followers you can actually make money posting photos.  I hope I live that long.  Anyway, one site she follows is National Geographic.  And she saw this interesting photo of butterfly catchers in Central Africa.  Who KNEW that the butterfly trade is big business in some parts of the world?  Some estimate that as much as hundreds of millions of dollars are traded each year.  Some of it is legit and is done through conservation efforts – but as in anything, there is also an underground trade in butterflies for rare species.  Lepidopterists (butterfly collectors) will pay good money for some species – like the Papilio bluenei which lives on an Indonesain Island and can easily sell for a hundred dollars.  A lot of people are into conservation, more than collecting, yet there still exists an obvious active market in the delicate winged beauties.

So WHAT does this have to do with dog poop you are asking.  Well – if you go to this site and scroll through the slideshow – you will see how we canines fit in to the equation.  You will also see how people can make art with butterfly wings.
https://widerimage.reuters.com/story/the-butterfly-hunters

So. Dog poop is used to attract butterflies.  At least in Central Africa.  Who knew?  I can’t say I have ever noticed butterflies on our poop – mind you, it usually ends up in one of the HANDLED poop bags pretty quickly – so the insects don’t have a chance to stop by.   I’ll have to do an experiment next spring.  I’m not planning to collect any of them – I can’t imagine killing one.  And the thought of glass cabinets full of dusty butterfly wings hanging on the walls in this house is beyond comprehension.  We have too much junk already.  Except for our fetch toys and bones and chew toys… Those we need more of.

So that’s your lepidoptery lesson for today. How many of you knew the connection between dog poop and butterflies??   We dogs REALLY are amazing.  Even our poop is valuable.  Now maybe my human can start selling THAT……

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 5

The dramatic Picard

OK. I have a proclamation.  Picards are more dramatic than PONs.  Seriously.  We PONs are a sensitive lot, but boy oh boy, Picards are VERY sensitive.

For example, my human has been pretty much a slug the past few days – although I am VERY happy to report that she is feeling MUCH better.  MUCH better.  And while we PONs were feeling sad that she was not exactly her usual self, the FG was REALLY sad.  He moped around like someone stole his favorite fetch toy.  Even when she fed him, he looked sadly at his food.  It was actually kind of spooky  – he was imitating her behavior.  Of course we PONs on the other hand dove into our food without a second of hesitation.   No sympathetic non-eating from us guys.

In fact yesterady, to get him feeling more excited, she had him do a little obedience routine before he ate.  Because at first he just stood there in a trance.   She came over and started his routine.  Which is pretty limited because his favorite thing to do is sit.  She told him to sit and he threw himself into  a sitting position.  She called him to come to her.  He ran over.  She told him to down and he threw himself on the floor.  A couple more sits and comes and he dove into his meal. He is clearly going to be better now that my human is better – she just had to show him that all is again right with our little world.

Meanwhile, my niece is demonstrating true PON behavior.  She is gaining weight daily.  Heck, she gained 31g in less than 24 hours after she was born.  She loves to eat.  AND get this – she is VERY vocal.   Didn’t I joke about that?!  Yup – she has inherited her father’s ability to strongly voice her opinion.  Perfect.

My human has started the Christmas explosion, although she thinks she may tame it down a bit this year.   We’re fine with that.  Less time decorating means more time for walks.

And speaking of walks, time for our morning constitutional. 

Have a good one.  Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 4

More pillowcase problems.

Thanks from my human for all the get well wishes.  She went to work yesterady or should I say she dragged herself to work yesterday.  She had too many things going on – so she couldn’t cancel everything.  Clearly she didn’t ask our opinion about it.

We watched her walk out the door and just shook our heads.
When she came home, she dragged in the same way she left.  Not a great sign.  At least her hair looked OK though.
As I mentioned yesterday, we were pretty sympathetic to my human’s needs.  But…one of us DID do something naughty.  And for a change it wasn’t me.
It was just before my human went to bed on Monday night. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and when she came out, found yours truly right by the bathroom door. Lovely.  The FG was lying next to the bed.  Nice.  But Einstein had curled up in a ball on the bed.  Right by her pillow.  And that’s when she saw what he was doing.  Chewing a hole in the NEW pillowcase.  
She quickly ousted him from his comfy position and declared “What is it with you PONs and pillowcases?!”  I think Einstein just got demoted on the Christmas “well behaved “ list.  My fear is that she is going to carry through on her threat to ask Santa for pillowcases for Christmas- for US. No GoBone in our stocking, just a pair of pillowcases.  How sad would THAT be?!
My human felt much better this morning- so I think she is on the mend.  Still not 100%- but getting there. Plus it’s hump day and only 9 more Wednesday’s….Paws crossed for a good day!
Have a good one. Peace and paws up.
Seizure free days: 3