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Does Your Dog Speak English

Dog poodle isolated on white backgroundDoes Your Dog Speak English?

We are smart, sometimes too smart for our fur. Not to mention smart enough to make you think that yes, your dog does speak English. Seriously, we don’t have a clue.

During the first several months of my life I thought my name was No. That’s because Mom and Dad were constantly saying no to me, so I just thought that was my name. Kind of funny when you ready my early posts and realize just how many name changes I went through during that first year.

So, if you want to communicate with us on a serious note, you are going to have to learn sign language. We actually communicate through body language. Now, don’t get me wrong, that doesn’t mean you are going to have to sniff, well you know what and yes – we can learn some verbal commands, but it is best to train us by showing us what you are saying.

It’s simple really. Want us to sit? Then simply put us in the sit position on the floor and give us the “sit” command and the hand sign you have decided to use for the word sit.  A word of warning here…if you are not agile or flexible, by all means don’t attempt sitting down on the floor yourself for us to see how to do it. That has been done and believe me there are limits to our ability to help out in a situation like that (not that I would know that first paw or anything.) We can’t call a tow truck and we can’t dial 911 or the neighbor. We can’t even bark the command to Siri or Cortana. If we offered you a helping paw, you would flip us right over you head and out the window while trying to get up. What we can do, is snuggle up along side you and keep you company until someone comes home or to visit. Of course by then the puddle(s) on the floor would most likely be considerable and don’t even think about trying to blame it on “the dog”.

Plan ahead and figure out some hand signals the down, stand, stay and come commands. Position us and then show us what you want with the hand signals. Most of us are quick and easy learners. In fact we are usually excited to learn something new. We certainly want to learn if it makes you happy and you show it by your excitement or praise.

Just think about it for a minute. How exciting to you think it is to sniff grass and walk the same yard four or five times a day, day after day? Believe me, not exciting stuff. That is why we get in so much trouble around the house or out in the yard when we are really bored. Want to see a dog owner get really excited and look up from their phone or iPad? All you have to do is find something disgusting in the yard, put one shoulder downward and act like you are going to roll your ears in whatever it is. Let me tell you, there is nothing as sharp as the peripheral vision of a dog parent.

Some dog parents are treat based trainers. Thank goodness I was born into one of those families. Others are pat-on-the-head and praise trainers. Truthfully, dogs react evenly to both kinds of praise, so there is no right or wrong. However, the wider I see my backside getting and the more remarks Mom makes about my cute little jiggle walk the small the treats get. I could make a few comments about her walk, but I’m not totally brain dead at the moment. For now I will just go with the really baby Milk Bones, turkey bites or chewies and keep my bark to myself.

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Happy Fourth Of July

Poodle Dog RunningHappy Fourth of July!

For us doggies, the Fourth Of July is simply a “yes, I did eat that burger that fell off the grill and now I am heading for Mom and Dad’s bed, where I will feel safe after burrowing in underneath the covers – because the sky is exploding kind of day.”

All in all we had a fun day around here. Mom cooked (now there is a really scary event) and Dad barbecued. Mom made Grandmother Nina’s southern potato salad, baked beans and corn. Dad barbecued ribs. I actually scored a couple bites (without the sauce) and they were really good.

After cleaning up Mom and I hibernated in her office and studio (a new thing this week.) I slept while she tried to find a surface that was free of beads, wire, tools, baskets and stacked paper, files and magazines. When I woke up she was still searching, so I guess she didn’t find any. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.

Now, don’t get we wrong or anything, but do you see anything wrong with the concept of putting cases with thousands of beads within a paws reach of such an angelic pup like me? I can think of thousands, can’t you? Geez, and to think,  I’m still hearing about the three out of print books I chewed the corners off of last summer.

I’m off to the covers now.

Titan

ps. Happy belated birthday Tiffany!

 

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Keeping Your Dog Calm During Thunder Storms

stormfromt-sized-for-postKeeping Your Dog Calm During thunder storms can be more stressful for you than your than your dog. It takes time (and several storms) to figure out what works the best. Being born during one of the worse thunder storm and a F4 tornado, has made me kind of an expert on the matter. Thunder no matter how far away sends fear through my veins.

I have my own theory of survival when it comes to thunder storms. One clap of thunder or one flash of lightening, I am movin’ full speed ahead to find a lap to sit my behind down in and a chest to flatten out against, so I can hear a heartbeat.  On that horrific day in 2012 my Momma Doggie told my sisters and me, that if we could hear and/or feel a heart beat, we would always be safe and secure. Oh, and just so you will know, a wind-up alarm clock under a blanket does not count as a heart beat. Continue reading

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Dog Skin Conditions-Let The Itch Begin

seriously - I'm real - 199-181Dog Skin Conditions  – Let The Itch Begin, yep, that is about all I can say about it right now.

On Monday it was 60 degrees where I live. Yesterday it was in the upper 70’s and I played outside with Princess and Coco for hours.  It was total enjoyment. Last night when I went out for my midnight-run, it was in the low 30’s and snow flakes were a-fly-in!

Now I’m not the smartest paw on these four legs, but I do know chaos when I experience it, and trust me, the weather is in total chaos right now. There are only four words to describe it – let the itch begin!

Doggie skin conditions can be pawblematic to diagnose and even more pawblematic to resolve. Finding the cause of our constant itching is crucial because it is irritating us (and most likely you) to no end. How would you like to wake up a pawzillion times a night scratching? Okay, I’ll admit it, if your dog sleeps with you like I do with Mom and Dad, when we itch and scratch at night you most likely wake from the pounding on the bed. Sorry, when you’ve got an itch, you gotta scratch it. Just ask your pooch and they will tell you –  that’s the truth.

Skin conditions in dogs can range from small hot spots to their entire coat falling out and their skin turning black. Continue reading

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How Dog Safe Is Your Office II

busted book photoHow Dog Safe Is Your Office II. Busted! Oh geez, she found my expert chewing toothy work this morning. So much for a peaceful weekend. To make matters worse, the three books I inflicted my special talent on were something Mom calls out of print vintage books. At least now I know what that horrible taste was when I was chewing on them. Glue and book binding materials. Believe me, not a great combination when it comes taste.

So, my question is simple, who would put out of print books on the bottom shelf of anything? If you want to keep your treasures safe, that means paying attention to things that your puppy or dog can reach, especially on the floor level.

Now what is she doing? She already cleaned up my paper mess. It looks like she is spraying something on the books and notebooks. Curiosity has the best of me, so I just gotta go and look. “It’s okay Titan, give it a lick and see how you like it.”  Really, after the snit pitched over the books and now she is saying give it a try. It’s gotta be a trick of some kind.

Water!!!! I need water now! What is that horrible taste? Where is that container, I gotta see what that was she was spraying on everything at eye level. Bitter Apple? Now that is just down right cruel – it tastes horrible. So much for the library bottom shelves for entertainment.

A Few weeks Later and A Few Inches Taller

Now we are talking. I’ve grow several inches and let me tell you, my line of vision is providing a whole new perspective on what I can get into. It is amazing what I can reach when I stand on my hind paws, stretch really hard and stretch out one of my front paws. Bingo, I just scored a pair of glasses laying on Mom’s desk. Oh, there is a remote control, that should be good for some entertainment and chewing. There is a stack of magazines on the corner of one desk, I wonder how long it will take me to get those down? I’m not the smartest pup on the block, but I’m going to go on record and say Mom and Dad have greatly under estimated my abilities.

Hm, what is this, a black handle of some kind dangling over the edge of the desk. One good yank should do it. Look out…incoming, tons of stuff incoming to the floor. Oh wow, this is a huge score, Mom’s handbag. All kinds of things in here. Yea, I found a Milkbone* and a mint. Darn it’s in a wrapper and my paws are not working. Time to resort to my baby teeth. That should do it.

What’s this black leather book? Oh, now I remember,  her Filofax*. This is where she has her life on file. With a flip of the cover I found credit cards to munch on and in another section there are funny looking green and white pieces of paper. Oh my, do they smell good. There are so many scents on them and a couple look brand new. The ring section offers lots of paper pages to chew on.

Now what is this, another black bag with a zipper. I think I may have met my match on this one. After pawing it a bit, it won’t budge. It smells like makeup. I’ll pass, guys don’t wear makeup.

All this human stuff is interesting, but what has really got my attention is all those cords. Gee, there are just so many to choose from. Even though Mom and Dad did a great job of tying them up when I first arrived, now I can reach them and those fancy plastic ties they used. I’ll have to be sneaky about it, but I’m sure I will get around to them soon.

Oh no, snit alert! It seems we do not have Internet service again. Last week it was because of the storms. I can’t imagine what it could be this week. Mom’s talking to AT&T. This might be a good time to just sit back and look really innocent. Phew, so far so good, they have gone through a zillion check lists and everything is working just fine, except the Internet part. Oh no, one more thing to check, the cord between the modem and the computer. What tooth marks? Oh, those tooth marks. Thank goodness, there was an extra cord in the closet.

mailing tubesIt’s time for some serious cord control measures. The lady from AT&T suggested using mailing tubes to string the cords through. Considering my fetish for all things paper and cardboard, I don’t think that is going to be a great option.

cord coversMom found two perfect answers on Amazon, Wiremold C110 White Cordmate Kit and AVF UA180W-A Premium Cable Management (6 Feet Roll Up).

I guess by now you get the idea that keeping ahead of your fur child is going to be an ongoing process. When you get frustrated, stop for a few minutes and remember the unconditional love we give you and know we will outgrow this phase at about age two.

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How dog safe is your home office?

NPW-week-logoIt’s National Entrepreneurship Week, or in my world, National Pawpreneurship Week. How dog safe is your home office? So this today’s post and tomorrows post is going to focus on keeping your home office safe for your fur-children to be in.

I have to say, I have loved my two years in of being a working doggie and best of all – my office. Yes, of course, it started out as Mom’s office, then it became my condo/crate bedroom (for five months) and now it is officially my office and play room. Nothing like moving in and taking over.

Taking over this space didn’t come without some major Titan-inflicted destruction and consequences. If I could find it, it was mine. The first few days went well enough, I was truly too little and scared to find or mess with anything. Mom and dad spent those days crawling around (now there is a word picture for you) looking for everything they could find to put up or at least hide with silk planters, too large for me to navigate. Score one for the home team – Mom and Dad. Trust me, it would be a short lived victory.

imagesOkay, so the really interesting things were out of reach – for now. It was time to move on to the things they didn’t think about. Let me think for a moment…oh right, my first major project was Mom’s Andy Warhol shoe rug. It had this really great black braiding along the edges. Just perfect for sinking my baby paws and teeth into. The fact that it was black definitely played to my advantage, my toothy work did not show up right away. But like all things puppy, that got boring. It was time to move on to bigger and better things. Continue reading

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Behavior and My Way Of Thinking

When it comes to behavior and my way of thinking, I’m a little jaded.  She has signed me up and paid the deposit, so I am definitely going to obedience school. It starts on Wednesday, the 18th. of July.

So to me and my way of thinking,  that means between now and the 18th. there are just let-him-romp, good ole’ puppy fun and fair game days. What’s she gonna do about it? Sign me up for obedience school? Short of that rolled-up paper shopping bag (was she desperate or what?) the way I see it is I’m home free. Besides, she is so guilt ridden at this point I think I could do anything, well except maybe;

  • Chew up her Franklin Planner or Filofax
  • Find another pair of shoes to chew on
  • Pull another handbag down by the strap and hide it in my create-room for late night chomping
  • Chew on her iPad or iPhone (actually, with all the yelling I hear about the iPhone she would most likely pay me to chew that up)
  • Drop  her other bedroom slipper in the commode

I know, I’ll head to the bookcases while she is not looking and start on that bottom row of books.  What, this is so not funny – when did this happen? There is nothing on these bottom shelves but dust. Hummmm, I can see my paw prints – how fun is that?

Okay, back to the business of chewing, onto the other bookcases – nope, nothing, nada – not a single book to be had on any of the bottom shelves.  Oh wait…there is some paper, one of my favorite goodies to have fun with.

Phew, I’m tired, I just chewed/shredded about a dozen pieces of paper and she never turned around once. In fact, she actually laughed at me a couple of times. Truthfully, that kind of worries me.

“Siri, did you see the note I left for you down there?”  Oh boy, she left me a note, how exciting. No one has ever written me a note before. Let’s see, it says “Siri, congratulations, you just chewed up the complete outline for your eBook – how exciting is that?”

Obedience school is looking better by the second.

 

 

 

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Obedience School

I don’t understand what the problem is. I first heard the words obedience school a week or so ago from mom. Then today dad threw them out there – several times (like what is the problem trying to swim in your water dish in the kitchen?)

I can’t be the only misbehaved pooch out there. Correct me if I am wrong, but isn’t it usually the owner that is misbehaving and not the cute, irresistible, cute, innocent looking, furry and, did I say cute doggie?

 

Okay, so mom has bite marks to prove it is me misbehaving, but bite marks and puppies go together like wine and cheese, beer and pizza, TV and Popcorn, well you get the picture.

Truthfully, do you really think three pairs of shoes plus one bedroom slipper, endless pairs of hose, two pair of slacks, one handbag, a manuscript pulled from the desk (guess she didn’t notice how tall I am getting) and a few bites and chomps on cords (that sent her reeling by the way) is too much destruction in eight weeks? Continue reading

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Time Out…What Is That?

Okay, so Friday and Saturday did not go so great around here.

Anyone care to guess what this is?  Something I’ve never heard of before, a thing called time-out. Well let me tell you, the next time out, that beige thing behind me is going to be in shreds –  lot’s of shreds, no really – tons of shreds!

All I did was bite mom on the arm one more time today (besides the three times yesterday).  Seems I remember Justin mentioning something on Dogs In The City about blood bites verses regular bites.  I’m guessing, if you see red, it is considered a blood bite. Hum…I always see red, so I guess I am in serious trouble for sure! Continue reading

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Discovering The World Around Me

I made a lot of amazing discoveries this weekend!

First – I am romping into my Preadolescence Period of life. The free-spirit has set it, and I am loving it. Mom has started calling me her “big boy” and I am sure a shirt will show up sometime this week with that title on the back of it.

I can romp all the way up the hill in the back yard to the fence line without mom getting hysterical because I am out of sight. Running up there and all the way back is a bit exhausting, but fun. The wildflowers are out everywhere are are pure fun to pounce into and then hide.

Dad has started playing ball with me. He throws, I run like mad to get it and then fall backward and roll down the hill. Not quite as much fun as I thought it would be.

When sitting on the hill facing up, lots of things seem to fly over hear and around me. I chased a white butterfly yesterday. I thought it was going to land on my nose, but it didn’t. There is a dark area in the yard that seems to move nonstop. My mom calls it my shadow. Believe me, there is no controlling that puppy. Just about the time I get a handle on it, it moves or disappears all together.

Something really noisy flew over yesterday and I tried to follow it, but once again fell over backwards. Guess I need to get the hang of following things with my eyes.

One of the most remarkable things that has happen is that mom seems to have changed a lot. She used to be chatty and talk to me a lot. Now all of a sudden her vocabulary seems to be limited to one word – NO! Wonder when she will start talking to me again.

 

 

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