Archive | February 2013

Almost Wordless Wednesday — Soccer Dog

On tonight’s walk we found a soccer ball!  We didn’t know if Gwen would like to play or not but we figured we could play with it either way.

She used her body, paws, face, and teeth to push the ball around and make it go where she wanted!  She loved it!  Then after a little while she got distracted by eating sticks of course but at least it lasted for a little while and she got tuckered out.  She was a hot potato by the time we got home. 🙂

Sorry the pictures were a bit small.  We only had Andrew’s cell phone to take pictures and it kinda sucks.



Let’s Go Shopping! Guide to Shopping with a Pet

Oh the things you find on Google images!

I just wish to impart some thoughts upon the general public on some smart ways to shop with your dog.  Well, really to anybody that actually reads this blog and/or may wish to share this with any fellow humanoids.  Here are 10 things on how to be a smart shopper when shopping with a pet at the local petstore or just shopping in general.  As a disclaimer I would like to add that these come from my own humble opinions and are in no way associated with where I work.  If you think about them you know you’ve seen them from the grocery store to the mall and back again.  These aren’t things that only happen in petstores!

  • Be nice to the staff.  They will do all in their power to help you so long as you are patient with them.  Golden rule, right?  Treat others as you would like to be treated.
  • Keep Fido on a short leash.  What I mean by this is if you have a Flexi leash, please do not let it run aaaaaall the way out to the end where you have no control over him.  “Leashed pets are always welcome” is what the sign says but it also means controlled pets are always welcome.  No body wants to be tripped or bowled over by some errant dog that is 20 ft. away from his human.
  • If buying lots of cans or small things, please help take them out of the basket.  You’ll just hold up the line if you wait for the cashier to do it.  This ain’t yer local Wally World!
  • If you bring in children, please have them on a leash.  Oh wait….  But really, if you have children, please do your best to watch them and not let them approach or harass other people’s animals.  One day they might get bit!  <– this goes for going on walks too.  Also, please do not let them bang on the glass of the small animal cages.
  • Don’t forget your wallet!  Yes, you may go out and get it but please do hurry.  When there is only one cashier it backs things up if there are people waiting.
  • Please be ready when you get to the register.  By this I mean:  wallet out and rewards card out (or in the process).  You know you’re going to pay, you ARE in line at a register.  Why else would you wait in line?
  • If you have coupons, great! 🙂 I love coupons! I mean it, I really do, but just remember to be patient when the cashier is having to type in a 500-digit number code when the coupon doesn’t want to scan.  Hint:  crumpled coupons don’t scan all the time.
  • Not everything is on sale.  Sometimes you really do gotta pay full price.
  • The treats by the register are to be considered as samples.  One or two per customer!  If you want more, please BUY them!  Think of this as Costco, you only get one sample.  They don’t let you dump them all into your bag at Costco do they?  Didn’t think so.
  • Last but not least, if you are on the phone, please pause your call for a couple seconds while you checkout.  Or better yet, hang up!  It would really save a lot of frustration annoyance hassle if you just give the cashier your undivided attention for one minute so they can do their job and get you on your merry way even quicker.
  • Bonus:  If you have a return or an issue with an item, please address it in a civilized manner.  Usually, the cashier can give you the assistance or service that you are asking for.  They really do want to help you and keep you happy.

Awwwww! Just try and tell me this isn’t adorable!

When I was looking for a fun picture to add to this, I came across this in my Google Search:  Shopping Guides.  It is a guide that is divided up by the type of item a customer wishes to buy.  I would say this could be very handy and I wish I had seen it sooner!

This lady had to buy some more sweaters to keep Fifi warm. Poor thing has no hair!

As something funny and also has to do with shopping, I would like to share this “article.”  If you have never heard of The Onion before and do not know what it is, you might want to check out this explanation here too.  At one point I had a friend on Facebook who was a bit dumb naïve and she thought that something I posted from The Onion was real and freaked out.  We are no longer friends after she caused a huge drama/fiasco which resulted in a bunch of problems with some good friends of mine.  We even had a nickname for her but now that I try to think of it I can’t; that is how well I have blocked this person from my mind!  *pats self on back*  EDIT:  I remember now.  We called her “whiney pants.”  She didn’t know how to take a joke and was very whiney.

Here is the audio/”radio” version.  And here is the print version that I found when I was trying to find the “offending” piece.  I have some friends at West Point and when I shared this they got a kick out of it.  Remember, it is just a joke.  Sheesh.

Lady, where is your dog’s leash and collar?! At least he is nice enough to carry the bag for you. Lazy woman!

Rain, rain, go away!

My new pink raincoat!

Hi Everypawdy!  

My momma has been a bad hooman and hasn’t been updating my bloggy like she should very often lately!  So I decided to take matters into my own paws today.  

It is raining.  I don’t like the rain too much, it’s all wet and puddley.  I like playing in puddles but I don’t like the rain falling on my ears.  Momma got this thing called an “ummm-brella” out today.  I’ve never seen it before.  I barked at it and ran away.  It followed us out into the yard!  I did my business and ran back inside where that umbrella couldn’t get me.  Oh! My momma did get me my very own raincoat!  It’s a little short and my ears make it so the hood doesn’t fit right.  Nothing ever fits a corgi properly!  Maybe I should go into fashion designs and design some proper corgi clothes!  I’d need to hire a bunch of human minions slaves workers to make all my clothes since I don’t have thumbs and my hoomans would fail me I am sure.

My stoopid Romba “friend” ate my favorite leash the other day.  That is NOT what friends do!!!  Luckily da hoomans were able to rescue my leash.  The thingie that held my leashes fell and that’s how the roomba got my leash.  I was in my box at the time otherwise I’m sure I would have rescued it!  See, here is a picture:

Oh, today is Nicky’s 17th birthday!  Nick was my momma’s last gigantic beast horse.  She sold him a few years ago and bought Owen.  I don’t know what horses are yet but I guess my momma has one?  She says I will get to see him very soon.  Nicky was a handful but taught the momma a lot of things and made her a better rider.

This was at Fair in ’06 when they won the Showmanship Belt Buckle!!!

Nicky eating tall grass in the ditch.

Wordless Wednesday: Driver Doggie

Driver's license

If you are interested in making a Doggie Driver’s License for your dog, you can do so at this link:  here.  It is through Subaru’s Facebook page’s app (if that makes sense) so you’ll have to be logged into Facebook to do it.

NOTE:  We do not really live at that address, I made it up and then thought it would be interesting to see if there really was such an address.  Apparently there are at least 2 that show up on Google maps in South Carolina and 1 in Georgia.

Run Away Hamster!

This is what she does all day…

It gets difficult to write about doggie adventures when the humans are at work more than at home.  Well, we are at home but on opposite schedules right now.  Figures.  Gwen has been chillin’ around the house being a good little watch dog.  The neighbors knocked over this big sheet of glass they had outside (it had been part of a table that they broke) and it shattered.  Gwen sat there barking an alarm bark for about five minutes and growling at the door while they swept up the mess outside.  Last night, when we took her out to go potty at about 9:30 someone in the next building shut their upstairs bedroom window.  Gwen did not approve.  She barked and barked and barked and then when she finally decided to go potty she sat their growling, facing the window that had shut.  She growled the whole time until we went back inside!

We have continued to let Gwen off her leash in the ball field on her walks, she chases birds and then comes back to us for cookies.  We walk and/or run around for awhile then clip her leash back on and head home.  I’ve been trying to keep her walks as long as I can to get out as much energy as possible — kind of difficult when it is raining or super windy, and you don’t have many nice dog-walkable places to go around your home.  I think the off leash recall practicing (again) has paid off.  The other day when Andrew was leaving for work I had to run out to try and catch him before he left since he forgot his meds.  I grabbed everything and rushed out the door.  Guess who darted out the door thinking she needed to help.  Yup, Gwen.  I yelled for her, she came back, I scooped her up and ran out into the parking lot.  Of course by then Andrew had gotten into his car which was on the far end of the lot, and then proceeded to back out and drive the opposite way I was hoping.  I ran through the parking lot barefoot carrying my dog, his meds and my phone.  I tried yelling for him, waving at him (difficult when carrying a 24# dog), accidently dropping the dog once (she wasn’t hurt, just offended), and calling him but his phone wasn’t working.  I eventually went back inside and tried calling again.  He picked up that time.  I was so shaken by that whole ordeal; adrenaline, fear for the dog, and mad at TK for driving the wrong direction and forgetting his meds, but also glad that the dog came back to me when I called her name even though she darted out the door.

Hamster Update:

finally got a second hamster ball the other day!  I’d found one at the Petco that is near our house, but they didn’t have any of the 5” ones at the store I work at.  So we ended up going to Petsmart and finding one.  They had different colors there but since I’d bought a clear one originally, I felt I had to get another clear one.  So last night we stuck the hammies in their new exercise balls and took them into the kitchen — the only large non-carpet space in the house.  We let them roll around for awhile then I went to cleaning out their cage.  It was time to deep clean the cage, strip out all the bedding and spray down the bottom and sides with cage cleaner.  While we waited for that to dry, TK had put a box in the doorway so they hamsters couldn’t get into the hall.  I had just been thinking “will the hamster balls stay closed???  what happens if they escape?”  I asked TK and he said that they shouldn’t come off.  All of a sudden I heard a louder bang than normal, so I went to investigate.  Lo and behold I found an open, empty hamster ball!  Boris had run into the dishwasher which must have popped the ball open and he escaped!  I was afraid I wouldn’t get him back!  I got down to look under the dishwasher and he ran out!  I trapped him in my hands and scooped him up, yelling for Andrew to get in here and help me get the ball (couldn’t reach it with my hands full of tiny hamster).  We got Boris back into his ball, and then we taped both his and Visili’s doors shut and let them roll around some more while their cage finished drying.  I turned out the light, hoping they wouldn’t be as frantic while they rolled around and they did quiet down, eventually settling in opposite corners of the kitchen.

All said and done I got their cage ready for them and we put them back into the home.  They were happy to go back in their house!  I don’t blame them, that must have been scary for them, especially since the dishwasher was running and probably the reason Boris came back out instead of being lost for good.  I was afraid that Gwen would eventually find Boris before we did and she would eat him!

I’ve been working on “taming” the robos.  They’re really skittish and not very good about being handled, but when I was doing my research on them I came across a bunch of things that indicated that you could get them used to being handled but it would take a little bit of effort and time.  I have been getting them used to running across my hands and have been working on trapping them in my hands to pick them up.  Visili will now crawl willingly onto my hands and stay there for a little bit.  He’ll also crawl up my arm which feels really weird.  Boris on the other hand does not really like being touched at all but will now crawl over my hands.  I was surprised that I was able to catch him so easily!  AND that he did NOT try to bite me when I got him in my hands!

Letting the hamsters run around the kitchen floor in their ball things also provided good incentive to clean the kitchen floor.  I refuse to let them roll around on the carpet and at first I wasn’t so keen on the idea of letting them even have exercise balls in the kitchen, but of course I gave in.  I won’t give in on the carpet issue, though, that is just gross.

When I was little I wasn’t allowed to have rodents, minus a rabbit, I did have a California Rabbit named Bun-Buns.  She looked sort of like this:

Anyways, I wasn’t allowed to have hamsters and my parents still don’t understand why I wanted to get hamsters now.  They did admit they were cute but they still didn’t sound too thrilled with the idea.  I grew up with cats (they lived to be 21, they were older than me when they died), dogs (labs), horses, and fish.  My parents have a fish tank but that is only a result of me having fish when I lived in the house.  Since we had to set my goldfish free in the pond (they outgrew the tank — they were MASSIVE!) my dad has since gotten his own fish which my mom isn’t totally thrilled about but tolerates them.  They currently have my 40 gallon tank and their 20 gallon tank occupying precious space in their new, smaller house.  They keep asking when am I going to take my fish.  Fish aren’t cuddly and my parents’ reasoning against a hamster was that they aren’t cuddly and if you just wanted to look at a pet why don’t you just get more fish?  Seems pretty logical except I wanted Robo Hamsters! 🙂

I haven’t taken many good/blog worthy pictures of Gwen lately — well I have but I haven’t put them onto my computer…  So here are some parting pictures of my hamsters. 🙂

Boris & Visili. Boris is the little smooth one and Visili is the bigger frumply looking one.


Visili the Chubby.





Note to all family:  If you want to get ahold of TK, just text him if you are unsure of his schedule.  He doesn’t get much sleep as it is and phone calls wake him up.  You can also email him.  Not being rude, being informative.  Thanks.

Catnip for Cockroaches

Awhile back I did a post about how people say the dumbest things, think Bill Cosby’s show Kids Say the Darnedest Things, and lately I have been thinking of doing something similar.  Last time it was about all the things that people say about my dog and her stature.  This time it will be different.  This time, it is not people doing or saying stupid things, unlike last time, rather it is two things that people said, one of which was funny and the other was intriguing.

The best think that I think I’ve heard lately is this:  A younger guy came in towards the end of the night the other day and he bought some doggie diapers.  I asked him if he found what he was looking for, you know the usual cashier mumbo jumbo.  He said yeah and “my pup just became a lady.”  So it was new territory for him buying doggie diapers.  I thought it was funny and tried real hard not to laugh, I just smiled instead.  (I don’t want to offend people!)  I realized when I gave him his receipt that he was most likely embarrassed since his face looked more flushed since he’d been at the register.  Sounds like when a guy has to go to the store to purchase lady products for their woman.  Haha.  (No matter how you try to word that it always sounds awkward.)

One of my good friends from college had two labs, a male and a female, both of which were unaltered so I’d heard plenty of stories from her about how her dog was going into heat again and how annoying it was.  Things like this make me SO glad that we got Gwen spayed!  I do not want to have to deal with all that nonsense.  The only regret I have is not having the ability to show her since she is spayed.  In the long run she will be healthier and happier and it will make her humans happier not having to deal with all that.  Males tend to roam and females are prone to infections; spay or neuter your pets and help prevent animal overpopulation!  And now a word from Bob Barker!


Catnip for Cockroaches:

A customer came in looking to buy some catnip.  He wasn’t buying it for a cat but rather for cockroaches.  He said they couldn’t stand the catnip.  Now I don’t know if this is true or not but it is certainly worth looking into.  According to this article by PETA (who I am not a fan of since they are the biggest bunch of hypocrites minus the gov’t, but that’s a whole other can of worms), cockroaches have feelings even though their brains are tiny.  PETA also says that according to some research, cockroaches may be capable of counting.  1. Why is anyone spending money to try and figure out if icky bugs can count?!   2. Cockroaches are NASTY and PESTS.  Kill them!  3. PETA is stupid.

Going for a more scientific approach, the Science Daily has an article about how the old wives tale of putting catnip around the house keeps the cockroaches at bay.  Scientists have found that cockroaches are indeed repelled by catnip.  There are two forms of a chemical called nepetalactone which are found in the plant, this chemical is said to be what repelled the cockroaches.  The hope is that this finding could lead to new developments in natural insect repellents.  If people could spray this chemical along baseboards and walls then there would be the potential to keep cockroaches out of their walls and homes.

At first I was skeptical of what this customer told me but I figured I would check it out when I got home.  When the guy was leaving he told me to “take a hint and try it.”  Sometimes you never know when or where you are going to find things.

I do recommend checking out those two articles.  The PETA one is a short easy read, and the Science Daily isn’t too bad either.

The Definition of Insanity

Just recently I bought this ball for Gwen that lights up.  The ball itself is clear with another ball on the inside that when it shakes, bounces, or otherwise gets jostled, it lights up!  I bought the blue one after work one day and then a few days later I decided I’d get the green one too!  The were on clearance at our store for $4, originally priced for 9 or 10 bucks I think, but with my employee discount it was only a couple bucks, hence the second purchase.  At first I wasn’t sure if Gwen would like this toy or not but I figured it would keep me entertained for awhile anyways.  I was excited to show it to Andrew and so we threw it around for a little while and that, of course, made Gwen want it for herself.  So we started to throw it for her and she loved it!  I don’t know why she did, but she did!  It was hilarious to watch her standing there with blue and red lights blinking/shining out of her mouth.  I wish I could get a picture but sadly I couldn’t get a good one, she just wanted to play!

I also bought her another toy that was also on clearance for $4, great deal considering it had originally been twenty-something dollars!  It was a little dog house with little squeaker doggies inside it that she was supposed to pull out and play with.  She shook it to death until the doggies were flung out of the holes.  All week she has been killing those little doggies, slowly ripping of ears, noses and what minimal stuffing they had inside them.  I don’t like to encourage the destruction of her soft toys but it is difficult to do.  We take away her toys when she starts mutilating them and give them back to her later, so far it has made them (minus the squeakers) last a little longer.  We have now become a stuffingless house since I/we have gotten so tired of picking up stuffed animal guts.

We have been working on Snapper’s snappiness when taking treats and also her extreme protectiveness of her high-value treats (bully sticks & rawhides).  She has started to get really snappy and growly when you go to take them away.  She got my hand once but didn’t draw any blood.  We’d been doing the spray bottle thing, spraying her when she’d snap or snarl, and all that did was piss her off more.  So I decided to seek professional help.  I asked one of our dog trainers at work what I could do about Gwen, explaining what she did and when (only with bullys or rawhides) and told her how we weren’t getting anywhere.  What she told me was to get some tasty treats and work on drop-it & leave-it with her.  Duh! Why didn’t I think of that?!  Such a simple answer/solution to the problem!  I think I didn’t think of that because it was funny to watch her snarl and watch her get pissed off for getting sprayed in the face.  Oh, and Miss Snarly Gremlin would open her mouth for the water!  She figured out when you trigger, the thing would be shooting out water!  Last night she was PERFECT!  No snarling, no snapping, I could throw the bully stick and tell her to wait, put it in front of her, tell her to leave-it, and drop-it!  Sometimes you just need an outsider’s view or advice to solve a problem.  Please refer to the Einstein quote….

All said and done Gwen is a great little dog and would never hurt anyone on purpose unless that person was trying to hurt her hoomans.  She is very protective of us.  Nobody can hug anyone with her around because she will bark her little head off if you try.  Apparently hugging is seen as aggression and she will not tolerate it.  So long as we have cookies in hand we should not have to deal with the ugly snarl monster for awhile, and hopefully in the future we will be able to tell her to drop it (the bully stick) and not have any back sass or snarls!  I can see it as a real possibility.