Heart Like a Dog

The Good, the Bad, and the Oh My God of living with dogs!

The Dog Ate the Play-Doh, But Left the Cheese

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Delilah’s a lunatic.

You really wanna go there Mama?

Name calling. Really Mama?

Some days I laugh on the spot at her lunacy and other days…well other days, I have to wait to laugh, or at least wait until after I’ve spoken to the vet to be sure she’s going to be okay.

Last week I picked the grandkids up from school and brought them to my house. The Boy promptly went downstairs to get away from his sister, while the Girl, stayed upstairs with me.

Like most good Grandma’s, I have some books and toys set aside for them. The Girl went digging about and came up with a small Play-Doh set. “Can I play with this?” she asked, holding it up to show me.

“Of course you can.” I replied and set her up on top of the pool table with her new found treasure. It had been a while since anyone had played with it, and the Play-Doh was quite hard. I tried warming it up a bit and manipulating it with my hands so she could at least make a few cutouts.

After a short time, she decided she was done with the Play-Doh and went off to do something else. I was looking for a show for her to watch on TV, when I heard a slurping noise.

“Shit!” I screamed. The Girl looked at me (thankfully she didn’t ask me what shit meant, although on Saturday she did ask about bad ass, but that’s another story.)

“What?” she asked, without looking away from the TV.

“Delilah ate the Play-Doh. Time to call the vet.”

Thankfully, Play-Doh is non-toxic. A bunch of dogs or kids must have ingested a lot of Play-Doh, because Play-Doh (thankfully) spells that shit out right on the box. “NON-TOXIC.” (BTW, I discovered that while I was ON the phone with the vet’s office.)

The vet thought there might be a high salt content in the Play-Doh, and that Delilah might be thirsty later on, a fact I reminded her of as she was slurping up an entire bowl of water later that evening.

As I was cleaning up from dinner, I went around the back side of the breakfast bar and found some hard, dry cheese that was somehow missed in the cleanup from Mom’s birthday dinner.

Yeah, the dog ate the Play-Doh, but left the cheese.

Go figure.

 

Creatures of Habit – Throwback Thursday

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This Throwback Thursday I thought I’d go back to August of 2011. At that time I’d been blogging for just over 8 months.

Interesting note, there were still no SEO words. LOL

Dogs are such creatures of habit.

Every night around 9:00 pm, hubby and I have a snack.  We extended this habit to Sampson and to Delilah when she joined our pack.

It immediately became clear that the dogs must be separated when treats were around.  I handed Sampson his treat and Delilah hers.  Delilah swallowed hers and then took Sampson’s right out of his mouth.  He and I both stood there for a second in complete and utter shock.  Then I walked over to Delilah and wrestled the treat from her mouth and handed it back to Sampson.

This did not phase Delilah in the least, she went right back to Sampson and again took the treat from his mouth.  I was furious and determined.  I went right back to Delilah and re-wrestled her for the treat.  At which point I grabbed her collar to prevent her from repeating her faux paw.

In retrospect, I realize how ignorant I was to 1) assume that she would act the same way Sampson did and 2) take for granted that she wouldn’t bite my hand off for taking food away from her.

Sampson was the dog I nurtured from puppyhood.  I wanted to make sure he was raised in the appropriate way, we always hand fed him, we played with him and his treats, we played with his feet all to make sure he was a well-natured, well-mannered dog.  In my naiveness it never dawned on me that all dogs are not raised by responsible pet owners.

Delilah was my first-hand experience of a dog that didn’t have a caring owner.

Flash forward to present day.

I am reminded beginning about 8:45 pm by Delilah that snack time is approaching.  She does this by walking up to me and staring at me; sometimes she barks, but I stand my ground!  Not a moment before 9:00, because if I do then she will expect it and before I know it, snack time will be before dinner. 🙂

The Lab Death Stare, not to be confused with the Death Star.

The Lab Death Stare, not to be confused with the Death Star.

 

Delilah thinks she’s won the lottery at snack time, she runs to the pantry, jumping and leaping for joy, almost tripping you or knocking you down to win the prize.  This happens every single night.

Most nights I give Sampson his treat first and he runs off to the bedroom, snack in mouth.  If for some reason the bedroom door is shut, then he comes back and looks at me and I go and open the door for him.

Delilah runs into the living room with her treat and inhales there.  Once she has finished her treat she goes into the bedroom and waits for Sampson to move so she can inspect the bed for crumbs and clean up after him like the good mama dog that she is.

Last night Sampson headed off for the bedroom and then turned around and came back.  Hubby said, “What’s the matter big boy?”

Labrador's treat looks like cigar

And it dawned on me, the cat was on the bed.  If the cat is on the bed before him, Sampson will NOT get on the bed.  If Bob jumps up on the bed while Sampson is sleeping, then it is ok but not vice versa.

I reminded Sampson he is a 90 pound dog and Bob weighs 10 pounds dripping wet as I walked past him into the bedroom.  Luckily Bob was already on his way out to see what all the fuss was about.

Silly dog.

I love that photo of Sampson, it makes me think of someone with a cigar in their mouth.

Throwback Thursday. It’s a reminder that the more things change, the more things stay the same. 🙂

Delilah STILL practices the Lab Death Stare. Although, now she can make it until almost 9:30. 😉

 

My Silly Dog

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So this guy right here likes to go to bed almost immediately after supper.

Golden Labrador

And although I know he can hold his pee a really long time (siriusly, I think one wickedly rainy day, he held it for 20 hours), I like to make sure he goes out at least once before I head to bed.

Because of his bum leg, I hate for him to eat his supper, go to bed and then have to get up to go outside, so I’ve been trying to make sure he goes out almost immediately after he eats.

On days that we struggle to get him out to pee, Hubby will take him out front.

Sampson loves to sit out front and just watch the world go by. Before he injured his leg, he used to go out front with Hubby all the time, but since his injury, his time out front and off-leash has been very limited.

Last week, there were a couple of days in a row where Hubby took Sampson out front to potty.

Guess what?

The little shit only wants to go out front now! The other night I took him out back and he walked over and waited at the gate to go out front.

 

Silly dog.

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