"Just because I went from world's cutest dog to a snag is no reason to incarcerate me."
Welcome to our newest blog follower, Robin.
How people stumble upon our blog, I don't know. But we appreciate them weighing in. What would be even better, though, if, as those preachers like to say, you'd send check, cash or money order to the following address..... That would help put a dent in our bills and support me in my life of unemployable leisure bumming off my long-time consort (and sucker) Paul. And help pay for Daisy Dog's month-long stint at the gulag where she's undergoing intensive training.
How people stumble upon our blog, I don't know. But we appreciate them weighing in. What would be even better, though, if, as those preachers like to say, you'd send check, cash or money order to the following address..... That would help put a dent in our bills and support me in my life of unemployable leisure bumming off my long-time consort (and sucker) Paul. And help pay for Daisy Dog's month-long stint at the gulag where she's undergoing intensive training.
Nah, just kidding about sending money. Actually, we're fairly well-heeled right now. Paul, the unapologetic liberal, received a fat stimulus check--I received nothing, of course. However, I did win 26 big ones yesterday at a HUGE Indian casino west of Tucson. That's 26 dollars, not 26,000 dollars. Of course, we were attacked by a band of hostiles as we left the casino and barely made it home with our scalps intact. (Was that politically correct or no?)
Back to Daisy. We've made the mistake of letting her train us and take over our lives--we did that willingly--but now she won't come when she's called, runs after birds, rabbits and bugs, and howls at the slightest provocation. So, along with learning how to come when called and bark only to alert us, she'll receive snake and Colorado River Toad avoidance training.
Rattlesnakes are out and active this time of year. We know of at least four instances of rattlesnakes striking and hitting dogs whose curiosity got the best of them. Two dogs were bitten on the nose and survived. One was bitten on the tongue and didn't. The fate of the fourth dog remains a mystery. The average vet bill for snakebite exceeds $2000. That's a lot of trips to the casino to say nothing of hostile Indian avoidance training. (Is that politically correct?)
By the way, the Colorado River Toad is a venomous creature in Arizona (isn't damn near everything here?), living almost anywhere near water. A friend in Sedona has one that hangs out on the edge of her "spool" (combination small swimming pool and hot tub). The toad has venemous glands behind its head. When a dog chomps down, the venom is released into the dog's saliva. The bite could turn Daisy into DOA.
Anyway...we may be able to visit Daisy at boarding school in a couple of weeks. That's when we start taking our own lessons in behaviour modification. As important as it is that she be trained, we have to be, too. But let me tell you about the separation anxiety we're going through, after spending virtually every day with this dog for almost a full year. When she's not a part of your immediate environment, it's damn disconcerting. Sounds silly but it will probably be this way for a few days until we get used to her absence. By the way, tomorrow, June 15, she'll be one year old. Paul says he'll just get drunk and fire a rocket. Whatever the hell that means. I hope he doesn't plan on doing that in the house.
We're going to call the boarding/training facility this morning to see how Daisy's adjusting to her first three days there. We figure that smart little pup has probably organized a break-out and the whole kennel-full of critters has made a run for the border, only eighteen miles south.
Sorry to bore you with this, but it helps to talk about it. How pathetic is that?
Back to Daisy. We've made the mistake of letting her train us and take over our lives--we did that willingly--but now she won't come when she's called, runs after birds, rabbits and bugs, and howls at the slightest provocation. So, along with learning how to come when called and bark only to alert us, she'll receive snake and Colorado River Toad avoidance training.
Rattlesnakes are out and active this time of year. We know of at least four instances of rattlesnakes striking and hitting dogs whose curiosity got the best of them. Two dogs were bitten on the nose and survived. One was bitten on the tongue and didn't. The fate of the fourth dog remains a mystery. The average vet bill for snakebite exceeds $2000. That's a lot of trips to the casino to say nothing of hostile Indian avoidance training. (Is that politically correct?)
By the way, the Colorado River Toad is a venomous creature in Arizona (isn't damn near everything here?), living almost anywhere near water. A friend in Sedona has one that hangs out on the edge of her "spool" (combination small swimming pool and hot tub). The toad has venemous glands behind its head. When a dog chomps down, the venom is released into the dog's saliva. The bite could turn Daisy into DOA.
Anyway...we may be able to visit Daisy at boarding school in a couple of weeks. That's when we start taking our own lessons in behaviour modification. As important as it is that she be trained, we have to be, too. But let me tell you about the separation anxiety we're going through, after spending virtually every day with this dog for almost a full year. When she's not a part of your immediate environment, it's damn disconcerting. Sounds silly but it will probably be this way for a few days until we get used to her absence. By the way, tomorrow, June 15, she'll be one year old. Paul says he'll just get drunk and fire a rocket. Whatever the hell that means. I hope he doesn't plan on doing that in the house.
We're going to call the boarding/training facility this morning to see how Daisy's adjusting to her first three days there. We figure that smart little pup has probably organized a break-out and the whole kennel-full of critters has made a run for the border, only eighteen miles south.
Sorry to bore you with this, but it helps to talk about it. How pathetic is that?
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