Bait and Switch

MJ came into my life shortly before a big trip to England in 2012. For a variety of reasons, she could no longer stay in her home. Her owners boarded her with me while they tryed to find a new home for her. As most people know, I am a sucker. Especially for heelers. I had sworn that I'd never get two dogs that were the same age, that my next dog would be a puppy, etc etc. But here I was with a 7 year old heeler (Sneakers was 9 at the time) who was anxious and shy. Good with dogs, terrified of people. But when she put her face in my lap and rolled her pretty chocolate eyes up at me, I was sold. So I reached out to her owners and asked if they'd consider allowing me to adopt her. They were thrilled. We worked out the details and I sent them a signed adoption agreement. I went back into my living room and sat down. I patted MJ on the head and told her she was all mine. She looked back at me and immediately picked a fight with the dog standing next to her. And that my friend, is a bait and switch. Many hours of training later, she is now a generally well behaved pooch and great member of the family. Check out some pictures of MJ and her transformation.

High Five, Little Kitty

We've had some unfortunate kitty stories here already, in large part because those are the funniest. Contrary to popular belief though, I like cats, especially cats that act like dogs. Here's a story about a cat named Duck who thinks he's a dog. Duck's mom is pretty cool. She and her husband foster kittens regularly and have always have their own cats with, well, let's call it interesting origin stories. When I met the kitties officially, Mom showed me how Duck performs tricks. He "touches" your hand and other things that you point at. When I was visiting the cats, I had forgotten that his command was touch and so I asked him to high five. He looked at me for a moment and then put his little paw on my hand. He got lots of pets and a treat for that. Then we did it over and over again until I got a halfway decent pic. One smart little kitty!

Here's another picture heavy post. A lot of times, dogs that stay here end up making friends with each other. Sometimes they ignore each other but many of them are used to having a human to themselves and very much want snuggles. Since I'm the only human here most of the time, that means they have to learn to share. This results is some pretty adorable photos of them snuggling each other while they try to get as close to me as possible. Here are some photos.

Even MJ can't resist Elway's cuddle game

Salty thinks maybe she isn't doing this right

Miss Lauren we both want to be close to you so we're going to be close to each other and smother you together

Hostage Situation Part 2

I'd like to say that I've mastered all cats and am confident that I will never be held hostage again, especially after 2 times now. But I am definitely not confident in that statement. I want you to keep in mind, that last week, while scuba diving, I literally swam with sharks. Sharks! But these house cats, they're not messing around. Here's another hostage story.

I met Merlot the cat with Marie the trainer. Her dad called Marie in because he was at a point where he was unable to have friends over or have pet sitters come because his cat chased everyone away. We went to see her, and she did indeed charge us and chew on our shoes and try everything to get us to leave. She settled in a little eventually but when we went to leave, she chased us out. Well, OK, I could handle this. After a few more training sessions, Dad went out of town and Kim and I were left to care for Merlot. I went first and when I got there, I couldn't find her. I looked everywhere, no Merlot. I peaked into her hiding spots, not there. I finally looked at the dresser drawer just inside her bedroom and saw her. We made eye contact and I reached in to shut her in the room while I got things sorted (this was the plan from the start). As soon as my hand crossed the boundary of the doorway she launched. I yelped and tried to shut the door but I was too far from the handle. I leapt into the nearby bathroom and shut the door in her face. She sat on the other side, paw under the door, swiping back and forth. After about 10 minutes she retreated to her room. I snuck out of the bathroom and shut the door so I could clean her litter box and feed her. I reported to her dad that all was well, aside from an initial awkward interaction. I got similar reports from Kim on her visits (though she was able to just immediately shut her in the bedroom instead of being held hostage!) My last visit, I went through the normal protocols and everything went well. I went to open the door when I left and walked away (as I had been doing all week). I heard a noise behind me and whipped around to see her sprinting full on at me. I helped in surprise. She yelped in surprise and froze ("I'm totally not chasing you Miss Lauren, I would never do that") and I backed out of the apartment. We've seen Merlot a few more times since then, though now we have a cat whisperer named Brooke who sees her. Stay tuned for a guest post from her about how she's winning over Miss Merlot!

Doga

Sometimes, I have too much going on to get to the gym. I'm sure many of you can sympathize. When that happens (and I'm on my game) I do a workout video or some yoga at home. This usually goes pretty well, my dogs know to stay out of the way. There are a few that will try to snuggle with me but sometimes, they want to help. Baxter in particular, is a big helper. Not only does he have to be nearby (sometimes looming over me, sometimes laying along my side but proximal one way or another). This post is going to be more about pictures than words. But here are a few of some of the more "intrusive" helpers.

Beanz says, "This is a great spot. I fits I sits"

 

Killian: Miss Lauren I think yoga would help my brain relax

Feets are for faces for Baxter!

Chiweenie Vs. Weimeraner

As we talked about last week, Killian is a weird little dog. Here's a story that shows his confidence, completely the opposite of last week's tail.

 

One day, the dog door was open and I was outside scooping poo (this is a common occurrence as you can imagine). I heard Killian barking a lot which is usually a signal that he's being a jerk. I went to see what was up, wondering who he could possibly be bullying since the only visiting dog was an 80 pound weimeraner named Heidi. I came inside to find Heidi standing in a corner, braying like an agitated donkey and Killian barking and stopping her from the leaving the corner. I called him off and he went outside, prancing and proud that he "bested" such an intimidating foe. Heidi immediately came over for some reassurance that she was OK (she was). Poor Heidi, bullied by a 10 pound chiweenie. They got along well after that. Apparently, Killian decided is position was secure and Heidi had no intention of challenging that.

Oh Chip! What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Killian is a weird little dog. I expect a lot of stories from him. He is my foster dog and comes from a hoarder situation where he was barely touched by people. While he's generally comfortable with dogs, he's terrified of being touched by people. He's also a bit of a bully when it comes to dogs who don't stand up to him. Usually the dogs are a little bigger than he is and a little nervous with dogs. Here is one of his more memorable stories from his first week with me.

I picked Killian up the week before the Super Bowl. I worked with him a little but he was still pretty terrified of new people. I threw my annual Super Bowl party and made sure he had a place to retreat to. To my surprise, he hung around in the living room quite a bit. Mostly trolling for food and snacks from everyone. He handled things pretty well until just after half time when we heard something a bit strange. It sounded like a potato chip bag being crumpled but the sound was moving through the house, as were teeny tiny foot steps. Suddenly, a floating potato chip bag came flying into the room and ran through the back of the house. As it retreated, we could see it was powered by little chiweenie legs. Well, now we know why the potato chip bag is moving, but how am I going to get close enough to this tiny dog who doesn't trust me at all yet to rescue him? Fortunately, he was running laps trying to figure it out. I stood near a doorway and snatched the bag off his head as he ran through. He stopped and looked around at the entire party laughing. To his credit, he shook it off and took up a position in the corner to observe the rest of the day. He definitely got some chips after that ordeal!