The little old lady in accounting was fired yesterday at 6pm after working a full day. They like to do that where I work. Fire you after putting in a full 8 hour day. They also like to wait until you come back from vacation and fire you at the end of your first day back. She was quiet and very friendly. If someone consistantly screws up their job word gets around, especially in a small company of about 50 employees. No one ever heard or said a bad word about her. Not good for morale. Not good at all.
In puppy news, which I'm sure you're sick of hearing about, Whiskey is practicing hiking a leg when he goes out for a whiz. Not every time he goes out, but I'd say 1 in 5 trips. It's so funny because he'll raise it a bit and he'll wobble to keep his balance. One day he was feeling very confident and hiked that back leg as high as it'll go. But that honor only went to the last few drops.
I'm sitting here telling you about my dogs latest bathroom habits. I need to get a life.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
A pedigreed mutt
I checked out a puppy/dog training class today. It was very odd to be in a large room with 30+ dogs and not one that was barking, running wild or pissing everywhere. I was there for half an hour and only heard 2 barks. One was when I was outside walking toward an open door wondering if I was in the right place. The other one was from a dog in the beginning class that didn't want to 'stay'.
The next puppy class starts in mid-August. I'm mailing out my application sometime this week since I have to go to the vet's and have her sign a statement that my pup has all necessary shots and that they are current.
On the form it (of course) asks for the dog's name. Whiskey. Then it asks for the breed. When people as me I say 'mix' or 'mutt' but I don't like the sound of either one. So I listed his breed as "North American Short-Haired Hybrid Standard."
The next puppy class starts in mid-August. I'm mailing out my application sometime this week since I have to go to the vet's and have her sign a statement that my pup has all necessary shots and that they are current.
On the form it (of course) asks for the dog's name. Whiskey. Then it asks for the breed. When people as me I say 'mix' or 'mutt' but I don't like the sound of either one. So I listed his breed as "North American Short-Haired Hybrid Standard."
Friday, July 09, 2004
my dog is an addict
When I brought Whiskey home he had a vet's appointment within the hour. He was full of worms which I expected. Since he was small, sick and weak it wasn't much of a problem to hold him and squirt de-wormer down his throat.
Then he got neutered and prescribed liquid pain killer and antibiotic capsules for 10 days. The painkiller wasn't a problem. It smelled like cherries. I let him sniff the syringe and when he started chewing on it I quickly squirted the stuff down and in 20 minutes he was damn hyper and I was worried he was going to open the inscision site.
The pills were stuffed into bits of hot dogs or served hors durve style on a dog treat with peanut butter. One morning I was running late and forgot to give Whiskey his pill. I called Scott and ask him to dose him. That night I asked if he took it pretty good and Scott said he handed the pill to Whiskey and he played with it it a bit before he ate it.
"Just the pill?"
"yep."
"no peanut butter?"
"nope."
"no hot dog?"
"nope."
"just a straight pill?"
"yep."
"unbelievable"
I grew up with a pair of beagles, who, with their Super Sniffers, could detect a pill laced treat before you stepped outside the door and were equally adept at eating the treat and spitting out a drool coated intact pill. We became pretty creative in the art of pill disguising.
I didn't believe Scott so he gave Whiskey his evening pill as I watched. He licked and sniffed it and it gave him a cute little green spot on his tongue. Finally the capsule had disolved enough that it popped open in his mouth and he swallowed down the powder before getting a drink of water. I could barely believe my eyes.
My dog likes taking pills and medicine.
My dog. The junkie.
Then he got neutered and prescribed liquid pain killer and antibiotic capsules for 10 days. The painkiller wasn't a problem. It smelled like cherries. I let him sniff the syringe and when he started chewing on it I quickly squirted the stuff down and in 20 minutes he was damn hyper and I was worried he was going to open the inscision site.
The pills were stuffed into bits of hot dogs or served hors durve style on a dog treat with peanut butter. One morning I was running late and forgot to give Whiskey his pill. I called Scott and ask him to dose him. That night I asked if he took it pretty good and Scott said he handed the pill to Whiskey and he played with it it a bit before he ate it.
"Just the pill?"
"yep."
"no peanut butter?"
"nope."
"no hot dog?"
"nope."
"just a straight pill?"
"yep."
"unbelievable"
I grew up with a pair of beagles, who, with their Super Sniffers, could detect a pill laced treat before you stepped outside the door and were equally adept at eating the treat and spitting out a drool coated intact pill. We became pretty creative in the art of pill disguising.
I didn't believe Scott so he gave Whiskey his evening pill as I watched. He licked and sniffed it and it gave him a cute little green spot on his tongue. Finally the capsule had disolved enough that it popped open in his mouth and he swallowed down the powder before getting a drink of water. I could barely believe my eyes.
My dog likes taking pills and medicine.
My dog. The junkie.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Whiskey
Well, a lot has gone on since we last talked.
May 15th I was out with my realtor looking at houses. In front of one house was a stray puppy. I picked it up and carried it through the house. He wiggled and squirmed a bit but decided that being held is alright.
Short brown hair with a black muzzle and a black tail, his sad little eyes were dull. Hip bones were sticking out as were all ribs. Not easily visible, but clearly felt was his breastbone. After we looked at the house I told the realtor that I didn't feel comfortable leaving him behind and she said he could come with us. We looked at another house before she stopped at a gas station and I bought a small bag of dog food. Knowing he hadn't eaten for a while I just gave him a small handful after each house we stopped at. He slept in my arms the rest of the time. After going back to her office I went to PetsMart to get him a collar. He slept in the cart most of the time so fitting him wasn't a problem. There wasn't a vet on call at that PetsMart so I called Scott to let him know I was bringing home a puppy. His sister and brother-in-law were there for the weekend.
I called the PetsMart in Norman and made an appt for that afternoon. Since I didn't have a name for him she put in Stray. His nails were cut and he got some worm medicine. The vet wanted him to get a bit healthier and some weight gained before he would start his shots.
His sister suggested the name Bear since that's what he looked like, and with those big feet of his, it was obvious that he was going to be a big dog. I named him Whiskey after the horse in the old western The Villain staring Kirk Douglas and a very young Arnie Schwarneger.
Wanted to name him Rio after another horse in a western starring Lou Gosset Jr. but Whiskey seemed to suit him better.
After a week the little guy was beginning to fill out some and was very active and hyper as puppies are. The vet estimated his age at about 3 1/2 months when I found him. So I gave him the birthday of Feb 1.
Now his is a lively neutered 30 lb pup. When I bought the collar it was about as small as I could make it, now it's let out as far as it will go and it's almost too snug on him. He gets his last round of boosters in three weeks. And I'm looking around for a puppy class to enroll him into.
~*~
In other news June 27 was my last day in the apt that I got when I moved here 4 1/2 years ago. In April we got new managers, again and they changed the pet policy to pets under 20 lbs with a $200 deposit half of it non-refundable.
I've moved in with Scott. He's been wanting me to move in for awhile. He's seen some of the houses I was looking at and said I deserve a better house in a nicer neighborhood. Of course those houses were about $10-20,000 more than I could afford. By living with him I can save at least $550 dollars a month. I told him I could pay him some sort of rent. I told him I wanted to have extended basic cable and that I'd pay for it, so that's $40 a month there. Every time I bring it up he says "We'll figure it out later"
~*~
Damn near every thing I own is in boxes in his guest bedroom or in a corner of the living room. I moved my couch, dresser and headboard with me and put the rest of the big stuff in storage. Will be going through the rest of the boxes and sorting what can go in storage and what can be donated and what can be trashed.
I took today off to get some stuff taken care of and I've got most of it done. The only thing I lack is calling a few places about car insurance and grocery shopping.
later
May 15th I was out with my realtor looking at houses. In front of one house was a stray puppy. I picked it up and carried it through the house. He wiggled and squirmed a bit but decided that being held is alright.
Short brown hair with a black muzzle and a black tail, his sad little eyes were dull. Hip bones were sticking out as were all ribs. Not easily visible, but clearly felt was his breastbone. After we looked at the house I told the realtor that I didn't feel comfortable leaving him behind and she said he could come with us. We looked at another house before she stopped at a gas station and I bought a small bag of dog food. Knowing he hadn't eaten for a while I just gave him a small handful after each house we stopped at. He slept in my arms the rest of the time. After going back to her office I went to PetsMart to get him a collar. He slept in the cart most of the time so fitting him wasn't a problem. There wasn't a vet on call at that PetsMart so I called Scott to let him know I was bringing home a puppy. His sister and brother-in-law were there for the weekend.
I called the PetsMart in Norman and made an appt for that afternoon. Since I didn't have a name for him she put in Stray. His nails were cut and he got some worm medicine. The vet wanted him to get a bit healthier and some weight gained before he would start his shots.
His sister suggested the name Bear since that's what he looked like, and with those big feet of his, it was obvious that he was going to be a big dog. I named him Whiskey after the horse in the old western The Villain staring Kirk Douglas and a very young Arnie Schwarneger.
Wanted to name him Rio after another horse in a western starring Lou Gosset Jr. but Whiskey seemed to suit him better.
After a week the little guy was beginning to fill out some and was very active and hyper as puppies are. The vet estimated his age at about 3 1/2 months when I found him. So I gave him the birthday of Feb 1.
Now his is a lively neutered 30 lb pup. When I bought the collar it was about as small as I could make it, now it's let out as far as it will go and it's almost too snug on him. He gets his last round of boosters in three weeks. And I'm looking around for a puppy class to enroll him into.
~*~
In other news June 27 was my last day in the apt that I got when I moved here 4 1/2 years ago. In April we got new managers, again and they changed the pet policy to pets under 20 lbs with a $200 deposit half of it non-refundable.
I've moved in with Scott. He's been wanting me to move in for awhile. He's seen some of the houses I was looking at and said I deserve a better house in a nicer neighborhood. Of course those houses were about $10-20,000 more than I could afford. By living with him I can save at least $550 dollars a month. I told him I could pay him some sort of rent. I told him I wanted to have extended basic cable and that I'd pay for it, so that's $40 a month there. Every time I bring it up he says "We'll figure it out later"
~*~
Damn near every thing I own is in boxes in his guest bedroom or in a corner of the living room. I moved my couch, dresser and headboard with me and put the rest of the big stuff in storage. Will be going through the rest of the boxes and sorting what can go in storage and what can be donated and what can be trashed.
I took today off to get some stuff taken care of and I've got most of it done. The only thing I lack is calling a few places about car insurance and grocery shopping.
later
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