Category Archives: Doggie Tales

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

The Running of the Beaglicious 300

Marie and I are NASCAR race fans, so it’s only natural that when I see a group of dogs racing around the yard in close formation, I think of auto racing.

We currently have three dogs who are various types of Beagle mixes.  All get along splendidly in pairs: Josephine and Buddy play well together, Buddy and Angel have a blast together,  Angel and Josie Bean recently started playing together as well.  I have been hesitant to let all three out together because the “odd man out” factor often rears its head and causes spats of jealousy if two pair up and ignore the third.  But eventually I have to try it.  Would they play together as a trio, or start sniping at one another?

What broke out was the First Annual Running of the Beaglicious 300. Continue reading The Running of the Beaglicious 300

Last-day Boundary Pushing

Cochise, on new dog beds
Cochise tells the tale

Roscoe is leaving us this afternoon, and I’m glad. Everyone else loves him, but I find him annoying.

This morning he is again snoozing in the den with Hairyface.  Lately Roscoe has been forgoing that, preferring to stay in his crate until it’s time for the pre-breakfast yard run.  I’m pretty sure that’s his way of pouting.  He wants to sleep free-range like the rest of us, but Hairy won’t let him. Continue reading Last-day Boundary Pushing

new dog bed

Comfy Dog Bed for Christmas

Cochise, on the new dog bed
Cochise tells the tale

HairyFace’s sister sent our family a Christmas card that included a Petco gift card and instruction to get us doggies something nice for Christmas.  Hairy went shopping.  He found himself looking at snuggle beds and decided to use the funds to get me a really nice orthopedic dog bed (figuring that, like each dog bed in this place, it would get shared and used by all four house dogs).  He explained to NiceLady that he chose that one because I am 8 years old and my joints are getting cranky, especially in this cold, damp weather.   A feeling he understands all too well!  This bed is built to relieve stress on my joints.

dog bedThe new dog bed arrived in a box SO big there was no reasonable way to set it aside for Christmas morning, so he unpacked it and set it out in my place in the sleeping room.  He then moved my old bed to Josephine’s spot as an upgrade for her – which she appreciates – and moved her old dog bed out to the picture-box watching room for sun snoozing, which all of us appreciate. Continue reading Comfy Dog Bed for Christmas

The Big Scary Dog Wannabe

Josephine is a Big Scary Dog in training.  She worships her mentor, Cochise, and dreams of being big and powerful like him one day.  Of course, Cochise is an American Bulldog and Josie is a Beagle/Dachshund, but that won’t stop her: she’s a determined lil gal!

Cochise taught Josie to bark like a big dog.  When they are out being fierce together she abandons her cute Doxyish yap-yap and projects from her diaphragm with a louder more cutting version.

When she’s feeling impish, Josephine will sneak into the den while I’m working at my desk, sit in the middle of the floor, then issue one loud “BARK!” — which scares the living daylights out of me because it’s so unexpected.

scary dogThen Josie bounds over, hops up to put her front paws on my knees  and giggles, “I scared you!  I’m a big scary dog!”  and demands that I rub her head.

She thinks that’s a great game.

Ty’s Last Late Night Run

Around 2:00 this morning Ty Steele, one of our foster dogs, woke us up.  I say “us” because he went from Marie’s side of the bed to my side, back and forth, poking his nose into our faces.  We thought at first he was wanting to play and we encouraged him to go back to sleep.  He has been good lately about sleeping the night through.

But last night we had a going-away party for Ty because he’s leaving on transport today (thanks to the good folks at Jefferson County Humane Society, who loaned Steele Away Home their big van when the one we’ve been using and had planned on using tomorrow was suddenly made unavailable to us).  The Oinky he enjoyed so thoroughly probably made him thirsty and he probably drank more than usual for late evening – maybe I’d better take him outside. Continue reading Ty’s Last Late Night Run

A Herding Dog
Under All Circumstances

Cochise, on the herding dog
Cochise tells the tale

Ty is a true herding dog. HairyFace had to cone him after his surgery yesterday. But, being extra bright, he learned quickly how to navigate and even use the dreaded thing to his advantage. I mean, besides ramming it into the People’s legs at every opportunity so they can share his discomfort.

can't defy the herding dogThis morning we all went out for our morning run. Everyone but Josephine came back in. When she arrived, Ty went to the door with Hairy. The sight of old cone-head standing in her way was enough to spook Josie and she backed away. Continue reading A Herding Dog
Under All Circumstances

Cochise Goes to the Vet

Cochise, on bacon
Cochise tells the tale

After NiceLady left us to go off on her daily all-day-long-car-ride, HairyFace put my harness on me.

Blondie Bear and I got excited because that means we’re going off-property.  I don’t need to wear the harness when I’m in my yard, just to go out on a leash.  My muscular neck is bigger around than my head, so no collar will keep me securely on a leash if I want to get off.  The harness does.  Looks cool too: like a biker-dog.

Blondie Bear got upset when Hairy told her she needed to stay home.  She huffed and harrfed at us while Hairy and I went out and loaded into the truck.

When we got to the end of our driveway, we turned right, not left: we were not going to the trash place … where were we going?  The drive-through cookie store?

Continue reading Cochise Goes to the Vet

Buddy Wingo the Beagle

The De-Bageling of Buddy the Beagle Boy

Almost three months ago this sweet, loving, senior Beagle was attacked by three large dogs and torn to shreds.  The skilled hands at Cedarwood Veterinary Hospital stitched him back together, with little hope that he would survive.  But survive he did!

The last of his injuries to heal up has been a triangular patch on his rump where the skin was torn away and lost.

Click the thumbnails to enlarge each picture

Outline shows original missing skin.

Scar tissue cutting in under granulation (lump).

After granulation removed

Progress by October 10th.

All of the time since he came out of surgery, he has been wearing an e-collar: Cedarwood used a cone, but we switched to an inflatable Kong collar when he came here for recovery care. Continue reading The De-Bageling of Buddy the Beagle Boy