And, really, what is the fun in sitting still long enough to get a non-blurry picture when there are Things To Be Watched From My Perch and brand new birthday toys to chew on?
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Jumat, 10 Februari 2012
Daily Dose of Cute
And, really, what is the fun in sitting still long enough to get a non-blurry picture when there are Things To Be Watched From My Perch and brand new birthday toys to chew on?
Jumat, 20 Januari 2012
Selasa, 17 Januari 2012
Daily Dose of Cute
When we first got Dudley, he was so scared of me touching him that he'd pee on himself in fright if I got near him. Yesterday, not quite two years later, I was sitting on the loveseat in the living room when Dudley hopped up next to me and laid his head across my lap.
That was a remarkable moment, because, even though he has now long loved affection, and would cozy up next to you if you sat beside him, he hasn't been the type to initiate an intimate snuggle. That, Zelda taught him.
Video Description: Zelda grabs a plushy lobster from the dogs' toy bin and carries it, through a sea of scattered toys, over to Dudley's dog bed where he is lying. She lines up next to him, then lies down beside him, carefully threading herself between his gangly legs. (When Zelly first got here, she'd try this maneuver and Dudz would hop up and walk away.) She chews contentedly on the lobster. "What are you doing, puppies?" I ask, from behind the camera. Zelly looks at me, then goes back to chewing. "Are you being good dogs? Djohhhh. So cute."
That was a remarkable moment, because, even though he has now long loved affection, and would cozy up next to you if you sat beside him, he hasn't been the type to initiate an intimate snuggle. That, Zelda taught him.
Video Description: Zelda grabs a plushy lobster from the dogs' toy bin and carries it, through a sea of scattered toys, over to Dudley's dog bed where he is lying. She lines up next to him, then lies down beside him, carefully threading herself between his gangly legs. (When Zelly first got here, she'd try this maneuver and Dudz would hop up and walk away.) She chews contentedly on the lobster. "What are you doing, puppies?" I ask, from behind the camera. Zelly looks at me, then goes back to chewing. "Are you being good dogs? Djohhhh. So cute."
Selasa, 10 Januari 2012
The Nose Knows
Last night, I was watching a documentary about service dogs. It was very moving; major blubbo and all that. At one point, it came to a segment about cancer-sniffing dogs, then set the dogs aside for an extended piece on a mechanical dog nose scientists are trying to build to replicate dogs' cancer-sniffing capabilities.
Huh. If only there were millions of dogs without homes, most of whom could be trained to do this work for free at hospitals all over the world!
Of course, as Iain observed, giving a life and an occupation to homeless dogs who can detect cancer in its earliest and most treatable stages (and affordably treatable stages, at that), wouldn't be nearly as profitable for Big Pharma as building costly machines that will likely never replicate with the same accuracy what a dog will do for a biscuit.
For the record, I would totes volunteer to provide belly rubs to cancer-sniffing dogs in residence at my local hospital.
Huh. If only there were millions of dogs without homes, most of whom could be trained to do this work for free at hospitals all over the world!
Of course, as Iain observed, giving a life and an occupation to homeless dogs who can detect cancer in its earliest and most treatable stages (and affordably treatable stages, at that), wouldn't be nearly as profitable for Big Pharma as building costly machines that will likely never replicate with the same accuracy what a dog will do for a biscuit.
For the record, I would totes volunteer to provide belly rubs to cancer-sniffing dogs in residence at my local hospital.
Jumat, 06 Januari 2012
Daily Dose of Cute
Dudley and the Tail of Doom.
Greyhound tails generally do not look like that. They tend to be shorter and thin and curled. Like this! Dudley's tail is so long and thick and straight it stretches right out of the shot.
That's better.
The end of Dudley's impossibly long tail twitches while he sits like a good boy outside the kitchen, waiting for his breakfast. And then it's chow time!
Yum!
Kamis, 05 Januari 2012
Daily Dose of Cute
[Content Note: This post contains a description of a minor injury with some blood loss.]
"Oops, I did it again."
Dudley, who cannot go a single day of his life without injuring himself, came back into the house from his midday romp in the yard yesterday with his front right foot bleeding mightily. He wasn't limping, but his white paw was stained red, and he left red pawprints on the wood floor, on the white rug, on the couch as he bounded excitedly around the living room, because he hadn't seen it in at least 15 minutes.
I called him over to investigate whatever it was he'd done this time and discovered he'd broken his dew claw right up against his leg. The claw was still there, bent backwards and clinging on like a baby tooth, the quick exposed and bleeding. A bit nasty, but I was relieved it wasn't something worse.
While Dudley happily splattered blood around the room, I went to the kitchen to get the nail clippers and assorted cleaning stuff. The trick was then to separate Dudz and Zelly into separate rooms, because they get very anxious when the other's in distress, and I didn't need her sticking her nose into the surgery.
I gave Dudz a High Value TreatTM, and he went racing down the hall to the office, then gave one to Zelly, who plopped down in the middle of the living room floor to have at it. I zipped down the hall and managed to close the office door just before Zelly got there. Dudley looked at me suspiciously from his pillow. "Come here and let me look at that paw," I said.
He got up and came over, giving me his paw with this look that seemed to say, "Thanks, Two-Legs. I know this is going to suck, but I'm going to try to behave."
I clipped off the lingering nail and he gave a single sharp YIP! and then it was over. I washed it out with soap and water, then rinsed it with peroxide. "All done," I said, and let his paw go. He tumbled toward me in a big greyhound lean and lifted his nose up with a grin, licking my chin.
Once I'd administered sufficient cuddles, I left to dispose of the wet towels, only to find Zelda lying pitiably on the floor on her side, licking one of Dudley's bloody pawprints and looking miserable.
"He's fine," I said. She jumped up and ran to the office. When I returned, Dudley was lying on his bed, and Zelly was sniffing his paw and licking him. Omigosh I was so worried about you! I'm so glad you're okay! Here, let me lick that for you! This will make you all better!
I told them they were good dogs and returned to the living room to clean up red pawprints from everything. They soon joined me, Dudley assuming the convalescing position and Zelly standing guard.
Besties.
"Oops, I did it again."
Dudley, who cannot go a single day of his life without injuring himself, came back into the house from his midday romp in the yard yesterday with his front right foot bleeding mightily. He wasn't limping, but his white paw was stained red, and he left red pawprints on the wood floor, on the white rug, on the couch as he bounded excitedly around the living room, because he hadn't seen it in at least 15 minutes.
I called him over to investigate whatever it was he'd done this time and discovered he'd broken his dew claw right up against his leg. The claw was still there, bent backwards and clinging on like a baby tooth, the quick exposed and bleeding. A bit nasty, but I was relieved it wasn't something worse.
While Dudley happily splattered blood around the room, I went to the kitchen to get the nail clippers and assorted cleaning stuff. The trick was then to separate Dudz and Zelly into separate rooms, because they get very anxious when the other's in distress, and I didn't need her sticking her nose into the surgery.
I gave Dudz a High Value TreatTM, and he went racing down the hall to the office, then gave one to Zelly, who plopped down in the middle of the living room floor to have at it. I zipped down the hall and managed to close the office door just before Zelly got there. Dudley looked at me suspiciously from his pillow. "Come here and let me look at that paw," I said.
He got up and came over, giving me his paw with this look that seemed to say, "Thanks, Two-Legs. I know this is going to suck, but I'm going to try to behave."
I clipped off the lingering nail and he gave a single sharp YIP! and then it was over. I washed it out with soap and water, then rinsed it with peroxide. "All done," I said, and let his paw go. He tumbled toward me in a big greyhound lean and lifted his nose up with a grin, licking my chin.
Once I'd administered sufficient cuddles, I left to dispose of the wet towels, only to find Zelda lying pitiably on the floor on her side, licking one of Dudley's bloody pawprints and looking miserable.
"He's fine," I said. She jumped up and ran to the office. When I returned, Dudley was lying on his bed, and Zelly was sniffing his paw and licking him. Omigosh I was so worried about you! I'm so glad you're okay! Here, let me lick that for you! This will make you all better!
I told them they were good dogs and returned to the living room to clean up red pawprints from everything. They soon joined me, Dudley assuming the convalescing position and Zelly standing guard.
Besties.
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