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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.


Recovery Day 1

Gwen came home about 4 yesterday and then laid on her bed I made her in the living room all day, sleeping off the drugs from her surgery. She doesn’t have one of those lamp shade cones, it is s flexible one. It makes me think of a sun hat with a hole in the top. It is huge and floppy. She steps on it when she walks and likes to try and chew on it. She didn’t eat last night but I was able to get some chicken broth and water in her. I spoon fed her. And the chicken broth was from my own soup. I even caved and set up a little pen next to my side of the bed. It was the worst sleep I’d had in awhile but at least I knew Gwen was okay. She came out of her stupor at about 2am and started to whimper. Poor baby was not feeling well. I sat with her til she fell asleep and then crawled back under the covers. She’d wake up every couple hours. She wasn’t very comfortable.

I got her up this morning and took her out. She did her business and then I fed her and gave her water. She was glad for her food because she actually ate it all at once! She was only allowed about half of what she normally gets. I wrapped her pain pill in some cheese and she gobbled it right up!

Her cone thing makes her look like a flower when she has her head up and is looking perky. 🙂

Trying to keep her quiet is difficult. She got out of her quarantine area and ran around the living room. She also jumped on the couch when I had her out on her leash. I’m supposed to keep her calm and no running or jumping for 3 weeks. It is going to be super annoying and difficult. She is going to hate it. But this is what we get for not wanting to end up with oopsie-puppies. Worth it in the long run.

I think Gwen is getting bored already. I gave her a couple toys to play with and she played with them but it is obvious she just wants to run around. :(. I’ve taken her on a couple short walks around the yard and she stays calm out there, mostly cause she roots around in the grass looking for bugs as she walks.

This is going to be THE longest week ever! I’m sick, puppy is recovering from surgery, and Andrew is working different, longer hours. We are watching The Big Bang Theory. Well I am and she is sleeping. Thank goodness.

Innards Removal Day

I think you could classify this as a “Monday Moaning” post.  We took Gwen in to the vet’s this morning to have her innards removed.  If she were a he then she would be having her outards removed.  Ya follow me here?  Yes, Gwyndolyn is getting spayed today.  Well, she has already been spayed and is awake, they just called not too long ago to tell me that I can come to pick her up any time after 3:30.  YAY!  I am so lonely and bored without my little buddy!  [cue singing] I am so roanreeeeee!

We took Gwen in at 8 am, met with her vet, talked to him about a couple questions not relating to her being spayed, the tech gave us back Gwen’s “jewelry” (collar & leash) and took her back.  It was so sad!  Gwen was wanting food and thought she was going to go play or something, little did she know….

We came home, I cut Andrew’s hair and he got ready for work.  We sat on the couch and watched TV.  It was strangely quiet without Gwen’s busyness.  I couldn’t sit for very long so I got up and vacuumed and there was no barking!  Meanwhile, Andrew went and cleaned up the yard.  After that he told me I should help him make his lunch.  So I did.  I added cookies and airplane snacks (I have a stash of them in the cupboard) and a sample packet of dog food.  Yep, you heard right!  We had a sample packet of dog food up in the cupboard with all the people food.  I am not sure how it ended up there but now it is in Andrew’s lunch (dinner) and I can’t wait until he finds it!!! tehehehe!  He told me before he left that I am not allowed to help him make lunch anymore since he usually just takes a sandwich and some fruit and maybe a fruit snack or two.  “Are you trying to make me fat?!” – Andrew

I have yet to decide which is easier to clip:  Andrew’s hair or a horse.  I’ve clipped horses for quite awhile, having shown them for ages.  There are times when my clip jobs are not the most beautiful things in the world, but my horses are ALWAYS presentable and well groomed for shows!  I have been working on cutting Andrew’s hair a little longer but that means I have to do the fade thing.  There is room for improvement but it also does not look that bad unless you are being nit-picky (like me).  I told Andrew when I was done, “I am sorry if the other kids make fun of you at work.”  He replied with, “It’s okay, I’ll kick their butts if they do.”

With both gone I am now totally bored.  I am not sure which book I should start reading.  The one I have been wanting to start or a book that I have recently become interested in the topic.  One I own, the other I could either get on my kindle or wait for it to come in the mail…  Oh, the topic is the Navajo Code Talkers of WWII.  The book I just read was called Code Talker by Joseph Bruchac.  Very good book.  (Yes Dad, I will lend you the book.  No, it is not available on Kindle.)

Also, I think I’m getting a cold. 😦  Just the other day I pondered aloud, “I wonder what Gwen will do when one of us really gets sick?  You know, with coughing and sneezing and hacking up a lung.”  Since every time one of us sneezes she barks an alarm.  It’s like she’s shouting “DEMONS BE GONE!!!” or something of that nature!

Mini-Top Shot Competition:

Now if you do not like guns or friendly competition, then please stop reading now.  There is nothing to do with Corgis or Gwen in this next part.

On Saturday, Andrew and I finally had our competition to see which was a better shot.  We had been shooting almost every weekend at our local range but then we took a 3 week hiatus.  Mainly because I didn’t want to go to the range because I didn’t want it to get boring.  So we came back to it, and decided to hold our competition.  We made up our rules prior to actually shooting.  Though we did change the number of rounds per weapon when we were at the range.  Here were our rules:

  • We would get a chance to sight in with each pistol before we actually started on our target.
  • 10 pts for the bulls-eye, 9 for green ring, 8 for yellow, 7 for orange, 6 for pink, 0 for anything outside pink.
  • .22 – 20 rds.  [Walther P22]
  • .380 – 12 rds.  [Walther PPK]
  • .40 – 20 rds. (total)  — 10 rds./target — we shot 2 targets and took the better of the 2.  [XDM]
  • We would both take our turn with each respective weapon before moving on to the next one.
  • We scored the targets when we returned home, not at the range.

I went first with my .22 and it was looking like I was going to have a horrible day.  I was all over the place!  I shot my sight-in target and my target to be scored and then it was Andrew’s turn.  I ended up with a pretty good target.  Andrew had a hard time with my little .22.  He is not as used to shooting it; it is small and very light.  He didn’t do so hot…and 2 of his rounds weren’t even in our scoring circle!  It was a landslide victory in my favor for this round!

Next was the .380.  This is the pistol that Andrew got for his graduation/commissioning present from me.  Well part of it came from me.  At the time I could only afford part of it and he bought the rest.  I have kind of claimed the PPK as my own since it is small and fits my hand better than it does Andrew’s.  I do better with it than Andrew does usually.  We were pretty close on the scoring for that one.  I beat him by 1 point!

Last but not least was the .40.  This is Andrew’s pistol and I don’t usually like shooting it.  But I had been shooting it a little more recently when we would go to the range.  I did pretty well considering by the time we got to shooting the .40 I was tired and my hands were quite visibly shaking from fatigue.  Andrew obviously won this one.  (He had to win something, right?)

We went home, took the dog out and then totaled up the scores.  And guess who won!  Yours truly!  I won bragging rights for being a better shot!  I also beat Andrew at a doggy paddling race in the pool, 3 times!  He is a swimmer but apparently swimmers do not know how to doggy paddle, as they say it is not efficient.  HA!  I actually won at something in the pool!!


I always get comments on my shooting when we go to the range.  I’m not sure why that is.  I acknowledge that I am not a bad shot, though there is always room for improvement, but I don’t see why it is so comment worthy.  Maybe it is because there are always guys bringing in their wives or girlfriends and having them shoot and them sucking at it.  I people watch when I am not shooting.  It is interesting to watch some of them.

I am glad my dad took me to the range and taught me how to shoot properly.  It is a great feeling to receive compliments, even if I don’t get to hear them right away, Andrew relays them to me later.  Sometimes when we shoot, one of the range masters that comes and cracks jokes if you aren’t shooting, told us we were required to have fun and he told Andrew to never make me mad since I was shooting better than him!