Dog Training: How to Ignore Cats

First of all, for more on dog training and on general dog-related things, I would go to my Sister’s blog HERE because with me in university, she has quite a bit more contact with our pooch now.

Gwynn is an Aussie-doodle (australian shepherd and poodle mix) with a good temperament, plays well with dogs, and has an unfortunate habit of going batshit crazy over cats.

When visiting relatives/ family friends who have cats, he will go absolutely bonkers to get to them t play.

Cats are a new species to him, a strange and mysterious one that he ha never had the chance to play with before.

To him, they are like leprechauns. Ones that you (and it seems like only you) see every once in a while. It is very confusing for him when he sees a cat on the porch of some house, or walking down the street, because he wants to play with that cat so badly, an it doesn’t seem as though Lexy or I have caught sight of the Leprecat, even though it’s RIGHT THERE.

This is a bit of a bother to my sister and I, and to the rest of the family, because it’s very hard to have a nice family visit with the Dog there acting like a cat addict going through withdrawal symptoms while we wave cats in front of his face.

We aren’t, by the way, waving cats in front of his face.

BUT to hep stop him from going through this act of apeshit crazyness, we have worked on training him out of it when we can.

I managed to take a video of it a while back, when we were going for a walk and happened to see a cat hanging out on the porch of one house.

Here is what happened.

To explain the training a bit better, we are trying to train Gwynn to get into the habit of thinking that when he sees a cat, he should sit down and look to Lexy (or, later, whoever is holding the leash).

Since the cat was there, we had him sit down next to Lexy and he would get a treat every time he looked up at my sister.

We didn’t have a clicker on hand with us, so when he looked up at my sister she said “yes” to indicate what she was giving him a treat for. He looks up, “yes”, Treat.

That way, if he looked away before my sister managed to get the treat for him, he wouldn’t get confused and think he was getting the treat for looking at the cat.

This is working somewhat, but since it’s rare that we find a cat willing to stick around for us to stand there and play this training game, it is slow going.

To give you an idea of why, exactly, we would like him to at least calm down a little in regards to cats, it isn’t just for social reasons.

When walking, if we don’t see the cat before Gwynn does, he will lunge towards the cat with the probable hope taht if he can just get to it fast enough, they could be friends.

This usually results in my sisters arm to get jerked (painfully, as it has happened to me as well), and risk loosing grip of his leash.

This is not good.

If anyone has any other suggestions on how to teach your dog to be calm around cats, please feel free to mention, and please check out my sisters blog for more 😀

I believe she has a section describing the training classes that she (and I, earlier) have gone to, and other training tricks of hers.

Also feel free to share any funny walking stories. I think that this kind of training can be done for squirrels as well 😉

Thanks!

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I Miss My Dog

Because he is my dog. MINE.

Lexy may have first claim over him, because, you know, she bought him, she pays for his food, she goes on most walks with him (MORNING walks, even when it’s crap out)… all that stuff matters not.

Because he is also MY dog.

I miss him.

Of course I miss my family too, but there is something about the family animal that sort of sticks with you.

I want to crouch down and have him sit down between my knees for a cuddle.

Or, possibly, walk up to me and turn around in his ever so classy “Here is my bum” with implied “Scratch it” pose.

I want to see him do an all around stretch, starting with downward facing dog and moving on to cobra before finishing with a funny face and a shake. If this shake produces little fluffs of fur in the air, that is fine.


Hugs from my family are awesome, but giving a hug to my dog is an overall fluffier experience.

Recently, as broadcasted by my sister HERE, it was my birthday 😀

Very exciting, yes, and one of my friends gave me a particular gift.

She gave me a stuffed dog…

This looks nothing like my dog, so that’s not the point of this, but I have been very stressed lately, and it is the kind of stuffed animal that has been stuffed to fair solidness, and so it is a wonderful stress-hug-thing to hug, because it doesn’t feel like hugging a towel.

I do like squishy stuffed animals, by the way, but when you need a hug and you need it to feel solid…

Well.

I just really miss having Gwynn around.

Currently the only thing that’s living with me (roommates don’t count, it’s more like they’re living next to me) is my aloe plant, something I begged off of family because I needed SOMETHING around.

It’s grown some since I got it.

I think I should name it as well...

But because I’m happy that I’m able to get some stress off by squeezing the air from the stuffing of my dog (currently nameless, but a boy for his manly image), I’m going to post some pictures.

Manly pattern means manly dog... And his eyes and nose are so soft!

If you have a name suggestion for my dear, manly pooch, I’d love to hear it!

I love my new poochie, but I still Miss Gwynn

Thank you!

P.S. Lexy, please send me family and dog pictures. I see you in a week or so, but I would like them regardless.

I miss you all! Give puppy a rub down for me!

Family and ‘Family’

Time with the family is always fun, and as I’ve said before, I’m really glad for the new 2 reading weeks.

Currently, I am again writing on the go, this time in the car.

The family and I are heading out yonder to visit with other family and ‘family’ who all happen to live about 3 hours away.

‘Family’, if you don’t know the term (commonly said with ‘air quotes’) are family friends who you have known since you were little, or have become the ‘chosen’ family of the family.

The ‘family’ that we visit are people who when I was younger I thought that they were aunt/uncle and cousins.

They are still sort-of relatives, but in a secret way.

A ‘secret’ way.

(When I start to mention them, I still refer to them as family though I don’t call them my aunt __ or uncle__ or cousins __, __, and __, but instead call them family while a sort-of twitch/grimace overcomes my face, and then I repeat family with air quotes and then try to explain. It adds about a minute and a half to my explanations, though I’m getting better at shortening it to “They’re family friends”. ‘Secret’ family.)

This ‘Secret’ family has two cats now, the two most adorable tuxedo-ed balls of fluff I’ve see in a while, and Gwynn has very little cat-conversation skills.

This means that he goes ape-shit crazy over felines in general.

We are trying to civilize him to the manner of don’t-try-to-lick-or-drool-on-the-cat Cat manners.

It’s taking some work.

But some family of ours has farm country (I believe that Lexy has mentioned it in her blog at least once) and two dogs, so now that we have Gwynn we have to trust Sammy and Odie to teach our city slicker puppy to NOT go to the other farm turf, and to tire him out suitably. Farm dogs can do that.

In the cartoon world Insanity has made in my mind, cartoon country dogs always have a stalk of grass poking out the corner of their mouths. They’re relaxed, and tired, but turn into army commanders when the dog from the next property over tries to invade their Territory, and savage gang fighters when they meet raccoons.

Army commanders have shades suddenly.

Savage gang fighters style their now-raised hackles into punky spikes.

Insanity giggles.

Eventually I will figure out my scanner and will be able to post my own pictures…

We are also visiting Grandma. She has Alzheimer’s.

Sometimes it’s funny, but generally it’s sad.

One other thing about the relatives with the farm, they have a 4 year old.

We take turns amusing her. I’m posting this (we’re out of the car now :D) and she’s asking me if my laptop is magic.

I didn’t want to lie like I did when she was two, so I pointed to the lights and said that it was as magic as the lights. Of course, lat time I lied to her about electricity being magic, it was asking why a lightbulb works, sooo…

Young kids are adorable, but when you want to do something else, you don’t really want to hook monkeys in a barrel together. What a surprise.

Gabbie says ‘Hi’

ffffffffff FFFFFF fffff  (this is me showing Gabbie how the keyboard works)

Here is Gabbie typing her name:

gabbi sullivan

Isn’t it amazing? mom (also her spelling mom)

Woofstock Toronto 2011 Part 2!

On to Gwynn related things about Woofstock!

Yeah!

But as a quick side note, Lexy told me that she thought it was funny that I added a description of the dog that the shelter was promoting next to its booth picture, in a way that I wasn’t entirely sure if she meant funny ha-ha or funny weird-and-why-did-you-do-that? So I want to point out that if you are interested in checking out the sites for more than donating/just checking it out purposes, you might want to know what kind of dog you are checking out.

Save the tiny lassies so they can be friends with your little Timmy!

One that I missed was the sheltie one, but that’s because I couldn’t fit in this picture with it, and I like to stay constant, so for those of you who want a cute little (like tiny) Lassie dog, who is not the kind of dog who will run up to strangers and jump on them, is fairly calm (with exercise) and is known to bark a bit (Alert! There is someone at the door!… got that? Kay.)

Back to Gwynn.

Gwynn had lots of fun at Woofstock for a variety of reasons, and while one of them was because Lexy (aka The Boss [Who Can Do NO Wrong]) was there, it wasn’t the MAIN reason.

Yes there were dozens of friendly Friend Dogs within easy reach on every street and block corner.

Yes this was turning out to be a very Long Walk, and while his girlfriend Sadie wasn’t there, there were still Many Friends.

No, it wasn’t because the car ride to get close wasn’t long (because it was kind of long, what with a couple of streets blocked off for this and the fact that it’s Downtown Toronto).

No it wasn’t because we didn’t make him go back into the car within 1-2 hours of getting there.

No, the reason why (at least I figure) Gwynn had so much fun at Woofstock was because everyone who owned a dog was giving him treats, everyone who was working in a booth was giving him treats, everyone who was showcasing their chewables were letting him sniff (but not chew) their chewables, and there were bits and pieces of left behind treats on the ground, waiting for him to sniffle them up.

Not to mention the fact that he could (and did, to our embarrassment) snipe treats meant for other dogs right from those dogs’ owners fingers.

Right out from that dog’s patiently waiting mouth.

As  one lady from a dog training booth said (and not in a particularly good way);

“Oh, he’s getting a Bad Habit

**lightning crackles** (not really, it lightly sprinkled for like 5 minutes near the end of our trip)

But still, he definitely made it into a Bad Habit that he (thankfully) hasn’t shown any indication of continuing (i.e. grabbing food from OUR fingers).

So yes, He LOOOVED the treats.

Aside from treat-type things, we also went around looking for things that would be good to have while camping, as well as in general on dog walks (the long kind).

One of the things that Lexy has been trying to find for a while would be a dog back pack.

There were two booths that we found that had these, and they were pretty hard to get at.

Here are the two that we found, the second one is what we bought.

1st one#2

The first one was about $57, and the second one was a little more than $40 if I remember correctly.

The one on the left had the multiple straps on the top, which impressed us along with the fact that it didn’t have a solid back part. It would mean that it would be a more comfortable fit (hopefully) since you could adjust it around the chest/ribs, the middle, and the belly.

The idea of getting a bag is to give your dog a ‘job’, thus giving it something that it feels that it needs to do, as well as working it out slowy. You work up the weight in the pack, and eventually you can load water bottles and traeats into it, and then an hour long walk will give the exercise of about twice as long.

Yay for that, eh? Especially if you have a dog  that needs a LOT of exercise.

Really, we just got to check out a couple of different things, and see some cute dogs, so here’s the pictures 😀

Inne so CUTE!He even has his own Biker accessory 😀

 

 

"ORGANS! GETCH'YER ORGANS HERE!" called one booth. Gwynn perked his ears in interest...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

He was very interested in this...

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
If he could, he would have smuggled this one away in a nostril or something…

More Woofstock pictures will likely be put up in the near future, or else after I get back from Grundy Park, sometime after August 28th.

 
Hope you all enjoyed!
 
Ciao for now
 
~Doodled93~

Woofstock 2011 Toronto Part 1

Woofstock 2011

Hi guys, my sisters and I did a totally doggy darkish thing this last weekend!

YEAH! We went to the equivalent of a dog convention!

Yes I went to Woofstock... TORONTO!

Pretty much all of the booths were for dogs. There were lots of dogs underfoot, and I was taking pictured of it like a fiend!

We got Gwynn a bunch of things, many of which were on a slight discount (does no tax added count? Yes, when it adds 3 dollars), and we gushed and acted like mild Bieber fans at his concert at some of the dogs (HOMIGOD I SAW LIKE 6 GREAT DANES!) [P.S. Microsoft tells me by way of squiggly red line that Bieber is WRONG. Thank you Microsoft for confirming that for me :D]. There were a lot of contests that we could win as well, and that was exciting too…

Omigod, 4kg of chicken patties/week??? For a YEAR? *faints*

One of the things that we saw lots of were “Save ___!!” booths, the ones that tell people about a certain breed, and that they have shelters that are specifically for the protection and adoption of that breed. There were a few booths that were for shelters that take in animals in general, and I say All the Power to You for it.

One of the things that I notice about Specialized Shelters vs General Shelters is that it attracts different kinds of people. Some reading this are shaking their heads, either in ‘no duh’ or in ‘as if’ mentality, and some others don’t  bother with outwardly showing their thoughts on what they’re reading, and still more are reading this going ‘really? Now move on already…’

Moving on.

The difference is that people who already have an idea of what kind of dog that they’d like, and possibly already have that kind of dog will gravitate towards the specialized booths.  This includes the people who (like me) are allergic to fur, and have already done research for what kind of dog has hair, or are known to be hypoallergenic.

Also for big dogs, but they get put down quicker than small dogs while in shelters.

People who gravitate towards the general shelter booths are those who (also like me) like the idea of getting a mutt (I say this with affection, I have nothing against Mutts except for their tendency to make me allergic), and helping give a dog who perhaps has had a bad time of it up until then a good home, and are willing to be surprised at which kind of temper their new puppy/dog/demon will have.

There is no real contrast with either, except for the difference in mentality.

One mentality is that they’ve researched the breed and/or have a soft spot for the breed and/or need a breed that fits into your allergy restrictions.

The other is that you want to help out a dog and/or are looking for a nice surprise that may or may not be exempt from some breeding issues (inbreeding stupidness, hip dysplasia, etc…) and/or would like a dog in general, and would like to have some variety.

I would get myself a cat.... if I wasn't allergic. Did you know they have mutant hypoallergenic cats now?

There are also people who like cats, and they generally go to the general shelters… (don’t quite understand why they don’t go the specialty dog shelters… hmm…)

I have no issue with either of them, and understand a lot of the mentality that starts both, and would like to help out any way that I can.

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 More Dog breed info at http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/ 

Save Toto!

** First link is where I get my info on them. **

Westies are very intelligent and definitely not “laid back”. They are happy, playful and affectionate but they are also tough, hardy, independent and tenacious.They are also possessed of no small amount of self-esteem.

 They can be assertive and demanding.This makes them a wonderful companion for those who appreciate and are charmed by the terrier temperament but a disaster for the person who wants a gentle-natured little dog bred primarily for cuddling.

If you are not prepared to provide structure, leadership and training for your Westies, this is not the breed for you.

My sister has a lot of experience with Westies, and this is her favourite Breed. Emma/Peanut, has had to walk two very different Westies, one who is a very energetic (and wired) dog, and one who is more laid back.

General Shelter, RESCUE DOGS!

This dog (to the right) was awesome, and I love the breed (whatever it is

This dog was in a kennel next to the Westoies in Need booth...

(possibly some kind of greyhound or whippet)). It’s probably fur, but I love its face! >>

Yay for Rescue Dogs! You can get such a variety in what dog you get!
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Coat type/colour, personality, breed (s), you can even get lucky some times and get a hypoallergenic dog, regardless of the breed (It’s true).
 
Dogs from Shelters are great companions, and are always uniquely special.
 
 
With a nickname like “American Gentleman,” you can expect your Boston Terrier to be good-natured, intelligent, and polite with a

Save the Tiny Alien dogs! They're too cute!

sense of humor. But like many American gentlemen, they embody a little bit of spunk and spirit that makes them unique.This poster promotes my idea that, like superman, Boston Terriers are aliens come down to earth

Breeders and fanciers describe Boston Terriers as gentle, alert, and well-mannered. The dogs can be rambunctious, harkening back to their terrier ancestors. But that same energy can be redirected into rousing games of fetch, flyball, or agility.

This poster promotes my idea that, like superman, Boston Terriers are aliens come down to earth

Not known to be barkers, Boston Terriers don’t make the best guard dogs — especially because they’re too friendly to strangers! They adore children and senior citizens, making a properly socialized Boston an ideal pet for a young family or an empty-nester. Me- I like them because if there were doggie aliens, this would probably be what they would look like, possibly in rainbow colours 😀 See above picture to see that the shelter people agree!

Golden Retrievers are probably one of the top five breeds that combine an eagerness to please, playfulness, gentleness and devotion.  There is a downside to this however – because they crave so much attention and wanting to be around their owners – these traits can be annoying to some.

As opposed to the bronze or silver rescue 😀

Rankings for:

— Stress when left alone: Average; left alone too much develops into behavioral issues

— Used for personal protection: Medium to high; more of an alert dog than protection

— Used as a guard dog: Poor and extremely low in this role            

 — Barking: Usually alerting more than anything else
— Level of aggressiveness: Very low (hey, this is where Air Bud came from :D)
— Child friendly: Very high – too active & rowdy for infants or toddlers though; excessive licking and/or ‘mouthing’ can be an issue if not addressed
— Socializing with other animals: Usually very well, love to play and will often roll over first unless you have a poorly bred Golden

Don't worry, despite what this picture kind of looks like, Beagles aren't from the underworld

Beagles are energetic, active, alert and even tempered. They are very social dogs and like the company of people and other dogs. They do not like to be left alone for long periods and if so, will get into mischief. Their soulful and pleading eyes will convince you to give them treats and table food which, if you give in to them, will eventually lead to obesity, something that should be monitored carefully because spinal problems are common in overweight beagles.

PLEASE NOTE that the one beagle I know (who Lexy may have mentioned, or may mention in the future) got bit by another aggressive dog as a puppy, and as a result is not a dog friendly dog. If you do hear more stories from Lexy or I in the future about him, do not hold up his personality against Beagles in general. He is a very people-friendly dog, but has issues with most other dogs. This is not normal beagle behaviour, and any dog bitten at a young age has the possibility of becoming dog weary/aggressive.ALL dogs have this possibility, at any stage in life. I have regularly had to pull Gwynn away from tiny dogs because their owners say that poor Mupsy’s uncomfortable with larger dogs because one pushed him down once. Please please PLEASE ask, when you are going for a walk with your dog and see another dog walker, if their dog is friendly or not BEFOREyour own dog is within interacting distance.

Bulldogs are what you make them. And their faces are just so SQUISHY!

 Not talking about actual Bullies, talking about Bulldogs!

Many people do not consider Bulldogs for pets mostly because of its stocky stature and seemingly mean appearance. However, this breed is actually known to make good family pets.

It is actually quite gentle and not too hyperactive. In fact, it is known to be quite the lazy dog which is the reason why it is perfect for small homes or apartments. Even families with small children will do well with Bulldogs. Some are very playful when they are puppies and tend to be a little bit restless. However, it often becomes calm and composed as it grows to become a full adult.

You can get Cats here 😀

Organization for the Rescue of Animals!

 
Yet another General Adoption and Rescue Dog shelter.
 
This seems like it would be a lot more of these around, but there were only three, and I could only get pictures (to help my memory) for two.
 
If you are not planning on adopting a dog, then try donating to any of these places, or any shelter near you.
 
There are all kind of specialized dog shelters, and even a few specialized cat shelters.
 
One place which I thought was a good investment was one that specialized in dark animals. In general, when you go looking for dogs, most families and a good percentage of non-families will avoid darker looking animals, cats perhaps because of that stupid superstition, and dogs perhaps because it makes them look dangerous.
 
On the side, The superstition about black cats and crossing paths was made up by Catholics in an attempt to attract others from their religions. By taking black cats and making them unlucky, they are directly opposing Egyptian mythology, as one of their favourite goddesses has the head of a black cat, and black cats are the guardians to the underworld.
The only explanation for the black/dark coloured dogs (that I can think of) would be that in most movies with guard dogs, the dogs are really dark, and also, when you think of something scary, you think of something dark.
 
The sites in the pictures are as follows:
Otherwise google the names of the shelters or for an organization near you to find a shelter to contact for adoption or for donations.
 
Thank you for reading this first part of Woofstock, the second part will be put up within the next couple of days.

Yard Work Help

This weekend is a Working Weekend, where my family and I Work In The Backyard, and Clean The House as needed. We regularly try to minimalize any actual Cleaning in house unless Lexy puts on her Lex Luthor persona and encourages (read: forces) us.

Today was mainly working on cleaning along the side of our garage, where there was copious amounts of rotting, punky, nail-ridden planks of useless wood. This is a No, because as soon as we realized a couple of weeks back that Gwynn (our overly curious dog) has been chasing the squirrels there.

Even mostly empty, it's still so messy...

This is all the stuff (or at least a good portion) that we took from the side of the garage

There was a lot of stuff there, most of which we really didn’t want him getting into… There were just too many situations where we would have to bring dog into the vet for, such as him stepping on a rusty nail, him trying to eat the pressure treated wood (which is BAD for dogs, like poison and grapes), trip over one of the beams and break something, get trapped or squished when, after knocking into one of the taller piles/vertically leaning planks, everything falls on him, and possibly a couple of other things too.

We had had everything blocked off; using an ingenious wall made up from garbage cans and not-nasty planks, but figured the best solution would be to actually clean it…

Lexy used this for a lot of the planks... Gwynn was not inpressed

So we started hauling out all of the planks of wood to throw out, some of the thicker pieces requiring Dad to use an axe on the pieces, but otherwise we used power tools to cut the pieces into smaller sections.

It all needed to be able to fit into our Garbage cans after all.

We ended up not being able to get all of the pieces in there though, so we have to wait till next garbage day to get rid of ALL of it. That’s not too much fun, but we got a lot done.

One of the things that we found while pulling things from the side was a large orange tarp.

My family is a big believer in the usefulness of a tarp, so we spread it out to dry off for a bit, and quickly found out that a gigantic slug had been hiding out in its folds. Mom even made the noise that she usually reserves for earwigs when she found it, but that’s understandable… the Beastly Slug was bigger than her thumb, sooo…

Yeah. Understandable.

Now look at your thumb, and imagine it's a large slug. Go ahead, do it. Yes, eww.

What was not understandable was why I was the one who had to get rid of it. I mean, Finders Keepers and all that jazz right?

But no, it was me who had to roll it onto a leaf and put it in our compost bins…

Everyone else was happy (including the Slug Beast I bet, since we have a lot of good compost material in our bins, and that’s good slug food I bet), and I dealt with the slug.

Blegh.

So we spread out the Orange tarp, and I started to shake it out to loosen the dirt…

Dog helped.

And then ran away… and then helped again…

He seemed to really like playing with the tarp, but he kept on trying to chew on it, so that part wasn’t fun.

But, after the hose was turned on, I started spraying it down…

He also seemed to really like the hose, so that part was fun, and it was interesting seeing him slowly deflate as his hair got weighed down by water.

 Fun times with this, eh?

But hosing it down wasn’t going to do much, I have to admit… so Lexy helped out by bringing out a scrubby brush…

It was apparently a particularily ferocious looking scrubby brush, since Gwynn attacked it in our defense…

the entire thing was pretty hilarious, and it took up a good amount of time, so by that time Lexy suggested (reda: decided) that it would be a good time to start cleaning up inside.

We did a good general clean inside on the main floor, and then headed to the basement to get it looking like less of a war zone.

Our basement used to be an apartment, and up untill a little mor ethan a year ago, we had a tenant  who lived there. She was nice, and a bit of a shop-a-holic, and ended up giving up a LOT of her clothing to us. We never really had to go shopping…

Aah, those were the days…

Bou, since she’s moved out, we’ve been using it as a sort-of storage area, so even cleaning it up menat that there were some boxes along the walls, and things hung up around the room.

My primary job was to move all of my hockey stuff back into my hockey bag, since my parents had emptied it out to hold suits while they went to Florida for a week. Mom’s school participates in something called DECA, and regularily goes on trips. It’s a sort-of business club, and at these events they get prizes and the like, and Mom usually enlists Dad’s help in acting as a Judge/supervisor at these things.

They didn’t exactly ask if they could use my bag, but with the season being over, I figured that they were taking their own rishs with the suits that they were bringing up smelling of hockey equiptment, and got a good laugh at picturing my mom hauling around my hockey bag in front of her students.

But I still needed to clean out my hockey bag, and them removing everything from it gave me encouragement to get it over with already.

I had a couple of pairs of socks that were too small, and at least two jerseys that I wasn’t likely to use, as well as a number of tape wads that were just taking up space.

I narrowed it down to having four pairs of socks (I make them holy regularily, so spares are understandable), and three different coloured jerseys. The rest were going to be thrown in the garbage.

And it was–save one jersey.

Lexy suggested using one of my old jerseys and maybe stufing i with something, since Gwynn has always shown an interest in my equiptment, so I saved one for him. Perhaps we will make it into a large pillow or something… if anyone can think of anything else that could possibly be done by two amateur-ish crafters, feel free to mention.

But before we did that…

Yeah, put  yo paws in the ay-yer, a-a-yer, a-yer!

lol, ignore or accept my dorkishness, it’s still there.

Here are some more pictures inspired by my dorkishnes.

And he submerged his head, only to find that it was only dirty water, not beer, within the bucket. Alas...

We played for a bit before drying him off some more (minus the jersey)

 

He stands tall in his pride as a Hockey Supporter and Fan...

Lexy used her Boss charms to get him to consent to the Towel…
Quick explanation to Boss:
You know the dog owners who go overboard with the whole “Yes, look at mummy mupsy-wupsy! Oooooh, what a good girl/boy! Now give mummy kisses, etc, etc, etc…”?
 
Well, Lexy didn;t wnat to be one of those people…
 
Close quote: “I am not the dog’s mother, and will never be the dog’s mother. Gwynn’s relationship to me shouold be more like an employee to a bos… yes, I am the dog’s Boss. Bwahaha! Hear me roar!”
or something like that…
 

yes, Lexy can be entirely too cutsy with Dog, but still a powerful, almost Jedi force keeps Gwynn frrom fidgeting and attempting escape when she towels him... strange...

So we got a lot done this weekend, Lexy got the rest of the basement cleaned with my help, she had friends over to go to the bars for a belated birthday bash, the basement now clean enough for a few of them to stay the night, and oh!

Almost forgot to mention that I fixed up a small problem that we’ve been having with the mesh doors. Dog keeps running into the mesh doorways, and looking thoroughly disgruntled when he ouldn’t get past the invisible force-field, so I fixed it.

from left: star, swirl, X, flower... reflective and protective (TM) 😀

STICKERS! Yes, I cut out pictures from some shiny tape (not unlike duct tape), and put them on the screen door at the appropriate height for dog.  

I feel as though this would have been less of an issue had Dog not been very suspicious of his ability to get through doorways after his interactions with the screen door…
It’s not fun when You have to cajole and go outside yourself to get your pet to go outside to take a leak…
 
Yeah, not nearly as convenient as just letting him out…
 
So that was the weekend, and all of it’s productiveness!
 
Ciao~
 
~Doodled93~