Category Archives: Doggie Tales

Altering S.S.P.

It has been S.S.P. (Standard Sleeping Procedure) forever that Blondie Bear inhabited the snuggle bed at the foot of our bed and Cochise preferred to sleep in the corner by the wall.  During times of high stress (heavy rain, thunder, fireworks, hunters on the mountain at night, etc) Blondie would slip around and sleep beside my side of the bed.  Here she could prompt me and I could slide an arm over and scratch her head when she needed comforting.  Yeah, I know: we’re not supposed to do that, it just encourages fearful behavior.  But she’s my “sweetface baby girl” and I am a softie sometimes.  Especially where she is concerned.

Blondie’s Safe Sleeping Spot

When Cochise passed away, Blondie began sleeping along side the bed every night.  She’ll lounge on her bed until we’re all settled, but once we’re ready to sleep, around she comes.  This could be a problem with mobility as I get up at night to tend to dogs clickety-clacking along the hallway — potentially needing to go outside.  But I know she’s down there, so I probe gently with my feet as I sit up.  Blondie stays real still, letting me discover where she is not so I can find floor and stand up. That’s trust!

I have to think she is still missing her best friend and is seeking solace in staying close to me at night.  Most of the time she does not seek skritchies.  Once in a while I am awakened by her big square nose poking me gently, but most of the time she is content with being close.

Foxy Lady’s Graduation

Foxy
“I’m ready to ride – let’s ROLL!”

Foxy has done well in her civilization training, so I gave her a reward.  Yesterday I took Foxy with me to run errands.  We went to the gas station, the drive-through bank (where she got a big cookie), Western Auto, O’Reilly’s Auto Parts, Ace Hardware, and Westgate Tire Pros.  She went in with me everywhere but the gas station and the bank (because I didn’t go in either).

Everyone was friendly to her.  Many loved on her and told her how beautiful she is.  She ate up all that attention!  She rode well and behaved perfectly in all the stores and with all of the people.

After SIX stores, she’s ZONKED!

I also went to Wilton Springs Hardware, but I dropped Foxy back at home first, that was going to be an extended shopping session and she was getting tired.

Foxy will be leaving us tomorrow: headed out east somewhere.  I’m told she has been accepted by a Husky rescue.  That is a good thing: they will make sure she gets placed with a home that is aware of and able to accommodate the quirky personalities of Huskies.

They are wonderfully affectionate and entertaining companions, but they are also vocal, brilliant, and have opinions about EVERYTHING.  Huskies are energetic dogs who need an active lifestyle.  Those who cannot appreciate these qualities will be frustrated by them.

Foxy is a good girl.  Beautiful too.  I’m sure she will find her forever home quickly.

Cochise

All Hail the Chief

Cochise BigDog, also known as Cochise the Amazing Talking Dog passed away on Thursday, May 3rd around 9:30 PM at the age of ten years.

Cochise was a great companion to us for six of those years, an amazing mentor to 63 foster dogs, an effective Guardian of the Realm, and a great ambassador for rescue dogs everywhere, for he too started out abandoned in a shelter, heartworm positive and scheduled for destruction.  We saved him then, now it’s time to let him go.  Farewell my Bestest Boy, you will be missed.
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Bed Check

Callie is a sweet, gentle, lovable gal.  She is a Staffie mix after all.  She gives us almost no trouble at all and so she has earned the right to be a full-time, free-range house dog — except when we leave the property for an extended period of time.  But that’s not Callie’s fault.

Josephine likes to play rowdy.  If I’m here I can monitor that and shut it down before anything gets torn up.  When I’m not here, she and Blondie sometimes knock into things, moving furniture around a bit, but rarely tear anything up.  If Callie gets into the mix, Callie likes to play tug-o-war.  Dog beds are handy tug toys because all three can pull on it at once.  That leads to tearing.  Tearing leads to stuffing poking out.  Stuffing poking out gets everyone excited about pulling out all the stuffing.  We’ll arrive home again to find an “exploded” dog bed.  Not good!

So when Marie and I are both going to be gone a while, Callie gets crated.  But she doesn’t mind. Continue reading Bed Check

Buddy Beagle and
Going Ballistic

Buddy Wingo is normally a pretty calm little fellow — unless there’s a squirrel outside, then he has to bay and bark and try to get at it.  There’s something about squirrels that sets him off.  All the other dogs ignore squirrels, but will react similarly to free-ranging cats.  Buddy also goes ballistic if I walk out the back door to go into the play yard.

He will throw himself at the bedroom window and make such an excited fuss and racket!  Then he goes from window to window along the play yard side of the house to try and get the best view, all the while barooing at the top of his lungs.  Sometimes he loses his bladder and leaves a trail of urine.  Too much excitement for an old dog to handle! Continue reading Buddy Beagle and
Going Ballistic

Josie says, “Come with me, come with me!”

I was working at my desk late this morning.  Josephine came in and did her little eye-batting, butt wiggle, nose whistle thing that she does when she wants me to go with her to accomplish something: open the door so she can go out, come to the dining room because dinner is ready and they’re waiting on me, or look at something she’s trying to tattle-tale about.  So I got up and followed her out of the room.

But she went right past the laundry room — where the door to outside is — going straight on.  She glanced back over her shoulder with those big eyes of hers to be sure I was still in tow, tail swinging madly when she saw I was.  She danced into the kitchen, bore to the right and stopped in front of the stove.

Two trays of fresh-baked dog treats just begging to be sampled!

“They’re cool now Doug. Time for SAMPLES!”
“Right you are darlin, right you are.”

Buddy Goes Into The Wall

On Wednesday afternoon Buddy Wingo and Josephine were running around in the yard – more like racing around – and as they passed a corner fence post, Josie knocked into Buddy and “put him in the fence” (as the auto racing folks would say) right here:
vicious fence post
That bolt — which is turned around the wrong way — dug into his side and tore a hole in his skin.  That’s his fur still clinging to the bolt.

He howled and cried something awful, so I knew he got hurt. Continue reading Buddy Goes Into The Wall

Bussy is toy protector

Buddy Wingo: Protector of Toys

Buddy Wingo is a sensitive, caring soul.  Gaze into his eyes and you can see that.  He is a beagle who has come through a horrible experience of his own. He came here from Cedarwood Animal Hospital for a lengthy recovery and we just let him stay.  Now he takes on the roll of household protector.

For the most part he is a good little guy who is devoted to his people (especially Marie) and gets along well with his siblings.  But make a toy cry and you’ll feel his wrath!  Continue reading Buddy Wingo: Protector of Toys

Cochise vs the Dump Truck

Today we had some driveway work done.  The driveway up to my workshop is a MESS!  All washed out and badly rutted.  I bent a rim on Marie’s Subaru by taking it up this driveway.  It’s time to dig deep and get repairs done or it will just keep getting worse.

Cochise insisted on going out to chase the tractor and the dump truck and hurl heinous threats at everyone.  He stayed on his side of the fencing, they stayed on theirs.  He got so worked up early on that he leapt up against the fencing, bounced back, and did a back flip!

After a half hour of these intense aerobics, I went out with a lead to bring him back to the house.  He offered no resistance at all.  His tongue was hanging so low he was tripping on it!

We got half way up the hill to the house and he just flopped over on his side and panted, “I can’t go any farther, carry me!” Continue reading Cochise vs the Dump Truck