One of the many reasons I asked mom to start this blog with me was to have a feel good website out there. So many are doom and gloom and sad and make you want to cry- mom and I (especially) wanted to make a website dogs (and their owners, of course) could come to and say, "awww".
So I'm poking around on Facebook (no, I don't have my own profile yet- I share with mom) and I see a post from my cousin Diva's mom, Heather.
Here, read it. Then come back.
Ok, you read it? Yeah...isn't that powerful? I mean, talk about devotion and love between friends. Some people (typically those who don't have a pet) say things like, "oh, its just a dog" or "its just a cat"...but here's the thing, the bond between pet and owner is immeasurable. Its infinite. And, for those of you out there who share a bond with your pet like I do with mom (or like they do in the story I posted)...give your pet a little extra loving tonight to show how much you care. Throw the ball once more for them or give an extra treat.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
What the?
**Let me first start by saying this post is about using a bark collar (or "shock collar") on Jack. We did NOT come to this decision lightly and if you are considering using a bark collar on your dog, use it RESPONSIBLY. **
I have some issues you may have heard about before. When animals come on to the television, I bark, UH-LOT. Why? Because I think they are IN my house...and I have to protect MY house, so I bark. Before mom and dad put the television up high, I used to run around the sides of the tv to chase elephants out of sight. (Or penguins, polar bears, cats, dogs, sloths...you name it, I barked at it.)
This issue never seemed like a big deal, so mom and dad always corrected my behavior (but I still did it. Either I have short term memory problems or I just don't care- if I see an animal in my house, I'm going to protect my house.)
Well, that isn't my only "issue". You see, when people come into MY house (like my grandparents, Aunt Caitlin- anyone) I use this high pitched bark/squeal to greet them with. Mom and dad say its "annoying" and "disruptive" and "bad behavior". This too they try and correct my behavior, but I'm- "stubborn".
Two weeks ago, mom was in the kitchen, dad was upstairs and I was on the couch relaxing, when all of a sudden, CAT! I jumped off the couch, barked like a mad man, and got yelled at. Bad. Mom was NOT happy with this.
(*Mom note, before this cat incident, we had been debating the bark collar- but seeing the reaction to the cat commercial made it clear in my mind what step needed to be taken.)
The next day mom came home with a new treat for me! What's in the bag mom?! WHAT'S IN THE BAAAAAAG????? Ooooh, a new collar! I LOVE getting new collars!
I wore my new collar with pride. Walking extra slow in front of mirrors- you know the drill. I looked gooooooood.
Then it happened. A dog commercial came on. I jumped down, got in position in front of the tv and BAAA- OUCH! What the heck was that?! I shook it off.
BA- OOOOOOOOOUCH!
Clearly there is something wrong with this collar! I got scared and ran to mom's side and hid behind her legs. For about 15 minutes.
This process repeated itself each time an animal commercial came on. How. WEIRD?! Until, finally the other night, I saw the commercial and didn't want to bark at it. I just sat there. I wasn't happy, but I just sat there and let that cat purr because its litter was so clean and fantastic and I just watched. I was disgusted with myself.
Mom told dad about this and they high fived! Its like an evil plot against me.
And then when grandma walked in I went to give my typical greeting (the bark/squeal) and only got BAA- out before I felt like I was kicked in the throat. Grandma seemed to like this though; she said "good boy Jack! Nice to see you too!"...I am beginning to think there is something to this new collar. People seem to like me MORE when I'm wearing it.
Mom and dad call my new collar my Bow-Tie. Cute name for a high-tech collar, eh? I wear it well...
I have some issues you may have heard about before. When animals come on to the television, I bark, UH-LOT. Why? Because I think they are IN my house...and I have to protect MY house, so I bark. Before mom and dad put the television up high, I used to run around the sides of the tv to chase elephants out of sight. (Or penguins, polar bears, cats, dogs, sloths...you name it, I barked at it.)
This issue never seemed like a big deal, so mom and dad always corrected my behavior (but I still did it. Either I have short term memory problems or I just don't care- if I see an animal in my house, I'm going to protect my house.)
Well, that isn't my only "issue". You see, when people come into MY house (like my grandparents, Aunt Caitlin- anyone) I use this high pitched bark/squeal to greet them with. Mom and dad say its "annoying" and "disruptive" and "bad behavior". This too they try and correct my behavior, but I'm- "stubborn".
Two weeks ago, mom was in the kitchen, dad was upstairs and I was on the couch relaxing, when all of a sudden, CAT! I jumped off the couch, barked like a mad man, and got yelled at. Bad. Mom was NOT happy with this.
(*Mom note, before this cat incident, we had been debating the bark collar- but seeing the reaction to the cat commercial made it clear in my mind what step needed to be taken.)
The next day mom came home with a new treat for me! What's in the bag mom?! WHAT'S IN THE BAAAAAAG????? Ooooh, a new collar! I LOVE getting new collars!
I wore my new collar with pride. Walking extra slow in front of mirrors- you know the drill. I looked gooooooood.
Then it happened. A dog commercial came on. I jumped down, got in position in front of the tv and BAAA- OUCH! What the heck was that?! I shook it off.
BA- OOOOOOOOOUCH!
Clearly there is something wrong with this collar! I got scared and ran to mom's side and hid behind her legs. For about 15 minutes.
This process repeated itself each time an animal commercial came on. How. WEIRD?! Until, finally the other night, I saw the commercial and didn't want to bark at it. I just sat there. I wasn't happy, but I just sat there and let that cat purr because its litter was so clean and fantastic and I just watched. I was disgusted with myself.
Mom told dad about this and they high fived! Its like an evil plot against me.
And then when grandma walked in I went to give my typical greeting (the bark/squeal) and only got BAA- out before I felt like I was kicked in the throat. Grandma seemed to like this though; she said "good boy Jack! Nice to see you too!"...I am beginning to think there is something to this new collar. People seem to like me MORE when I'm wearing it.
Mom and dad call my new collar my Bow-Tie. Cute name for a high-tech collar, eh? I wear it well...
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Chew on this
Dad got me for mom as an early wedding present and since mom and dad didn't live together before they got married that meant mom and I spent a lot of time alone.
When the big day came and dad moved his stuff into our apartment, things changed. All of a sudden socks were being left on the floor (which I quickly snatched up and started gnawing on!) then there was the toy I found in an "almost closed" box, which I pulled out and chewed on.
Dad made a big fuss about "your dog chews on things!" to which mom swiftly came to my defense, "he's only chewing on things that you leave out for him to get!"...way to go mom! Dad learned his lesson and started to put his toys away, which meant I didn't get to chew on them anymore (boo.)
Well, all that chewing drama happened five and a half years ago (without one relapse since!)...so imagine my surprise when I follow mom into the office the other day and find one of dad's shirts laying on the carpet!
At first I thought it was a trick, but without a treat at the end. Like maybe dad left it there to see if I would gnaw off a button or something...but I moved it with my nose and nothing happened, so I decided that while mom worked, I would make myself comfy on the shirt.
When mom told dad what I was doing...do you know what dad said? "I'm okay with it as long as he doesn't fart on my shirt!"...mom told me this news and I gave her a sad face, not because dad was making fun of my digestive tract but because I already did...hehehe
When the big day came and dad moved his stuff into our apartment, things changed. All of a sudden socks were being left on the floor (which I quickly snatched up and started gnawing on!) then there was the toy I found in an "almost closed" box, which I pulled out and chewed on.
Dad made a big fuss about "your dog chews on things!" to which mom swiftly came to my defense, "he's only chewing on things that you leave out for him to get!"...way to go mom! Dad learned his lesson and started to put his toys away, which meant I didn't get to chew on them anymore (boo.)
Well, all that chewing drama happened five and a half years ago (without one relapse since!)...so imagine my surprise when I follow mom into the office the other day and find one of dad's shirts laying on the carpet!
At first I thought it was a trick, but without a treat at the end. Like maybe dad left it there to see if I would gnaw off a button or something...but I moved it with my nose and nothing happened, so I decided that while mom worked, I would make myself comfy on the shirt.
When mom told dad what I was doing...do you know what dad said? "I'm okay with it as long as he doesn't fart on my shirt!"...mom told me this news and I gave her a sad face, not because dad was making fun of my digestive tract but because I already did...hehehe
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Summer camp blues...
So Monday rolled around and mom left me. All day. By myself. When she finally got home and rescued me from the depth of my despair, I realized she smelled funny. So I used my weight to wiggle into her socks and sniff it out.
Sniff, ahh, that's a big dog.
Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff, oh, that's a small dog.
Snifffff- wait, is that a CAT?!
Turns out summer camp is for MOM. Not for me. What. EVER.
**Mom note- Jack is coming to camp on Friday to spend the day with the kids. Shhh, don't tell him. I don't want him to get too excited over here. He's still got to wait one more day before that happens...and no worries- pictures will be posted :)
Sniff, ahh, that's a big dog.
Sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiff, oh, that's a small dog.
Snifffff- wait, is that a CAT?!
Turns out summer camp is for MOM. Not for me. What. EVER.
**Mom note- Jack is coming to camp on Friday to spend the day with the kids. Shhh, don't tell him. I don't want him to get too excited over here. He's still got to wait one more day before that happens...and no worries- pictures will be posted :)
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Summer camp next week!
I have been such a big help getting mom ready for the summer camp program next week. See, when she first started bringing home books from the animal shelter, I had a "problem" with them because they smelled like other dogs.
I was, you could say, "a pest". That I was, "getting in the way" or that I was "too over excited"...whatever you want to call me, I was so anxious about all these smells on the books and folders!
My fear was coming because I didn't want mom and dad to think they could bring me home a brother or sister to "surprise" me...so I kept staying front and center, you know, getting in the way.
Anyway, next week is summer camp and I cannot wait! I hope to come and spend some time at the camp next week with the kids! I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE kids!!
I was, you could say, "a pest". That I was, "getting in the way" or that I was "too over excited"...whatever you want to call me, I was so anxious about all these smells on the books and folders!
My fear was coming because I didn't want mom and dad to think they could bring me home a brother or sister to "surprise" me...so I kept staying front and center, you know, getting in the way.
Anyway, next week is summer camp and I cannot wait! I hope to come and spend some time at the camp next week with the kids! I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE kids!!
Thursday, June 2, 2011
My favorite recipe
Mom likes to spoil me and one of her favorite (and mine) things to do (and eat) are homemade dog cookies.
We are going to be making these cookies this summer at the SPCA summer camp, but I thought I'd give you a preview because there is just too much delicious-ness going around over here! Yum!
Low-Fat Beef Cookies (Because even though I'm cute, I too have to watch my waist line!)
3 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 cup cornmeal
1/4 cup skim milk
3/4 cup water
3 1/2 oz can of beef puree (1 small jar of baby food)
1. Blend wheat flour and cornmeal together. Set aside.
2. Whisk together milk, water and beef puree. (This is when it starts smelling REAL good!)
3. Slowly add flour mixture to beef mixture until a stiff dough is formed. (This is when I start whining because it smells so good!)
4. Place dough on floured counter and roll out, about 1" thick.
5. Cut into shapes with desired cookie cutter and place on ungreased cookie sheet. (I prefer the bone cookie cutter over the mail man shaped one...just seems wrong to eat something shaped like a person!)
6. Back at 375 for 35 minutes or until cookies are crisp. Let set overnight to crisp cookies.
See, its really kinda easy to make healthy treats for your dog! So there you go. A Jack-approved cookie recipe that I'm sure your bff with four legs will love as well!
We are going to be making these cookies this summer at the SPCA summer camp, but I thought I'd give you a preview because there is just too much delicious-ness going around over here! Yum!
Low-Fat Beef Cookies (Because even though I'm cute, I too have to watch my waist line!)
3 1/2 cups whole wheat flour
1 cup cornmeal
1/4 cup skim milk
3/4 cup water
3 1/2 oz can of beef puree (1 small jar of baby food)
1. Blend wheat flour and cornmeal together. Set aside.
2. Whisk together milk, water and beef puree. (This is when it starts smelling REAL good!)
3. Slowly add flour mixture to beef mixture until a stiff dough is formed. (This is when I start whining because it smells so good!)
4. Place dough on floured counter and roll out, about 1" thick.
5. Cut into shapes with desired cookie cutter and place on ungreased cookie sheet. (I prefer the bone cookie cutter over the mail man shaped one...just seems wrong to eat something shaped like a person!)
6. Back at 375 for 35 minutes or until cookies are crisp. Let set overnight to crisp cookies.
See, its really kinda easy to make healthy treats for your dog! So there you go. A Jack-approved cookie recipe that I'm sure your bff with four legs will love as well!
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Spoiled by the sun
If there's one thing I love about spring time around here, its the sun. Most afternoons you can find me lounging in the sun and, when I get too hot (because I always get too hot) I find a shady place to rest my head and dream the day away.
Yes, being a puggle is a tough job, but I'm glad I get to do it.
Now, enough typing, time for another nap...
Yes, being a puggle is a tough job, but I'm glad I get to do it.
Now, enough typing, time for another nap...
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