iv is a lot like me...
--She has to look up to most of the others in her species that she meets, but she's not the shortest. Just knows lots and lots of others who are taller than her. I have to look up to a lot of people.
--She has issues with authority. She doesn't really like to be told what to do. Me either.
--Her kennel is a mess of torn up towel. My room is just a mess (no torn up towel...but messy).
--She has an addictive personality (see previous post about the tennis ball). I find it hard to put a good book down. When Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire came out I took it out of the library, and started reading while at school, kept reading when I got home, went to bed and read by the bathroom light shining into my room, then when that light was gone I got out the trusty flashlight and finished reading at 4:30 in the morning. Just in time for a little nap, and then back to school to return the book.
--We both like to go for walks. Long walks. Rain or shine...well IV maybe doesn't like the rain as much...but she'll get used to it...
--We like roadtrips. Roadtrips are great.
--We both usually have to go to the bathroom after we eat. *shrugs*
--We both love all our roommates.
--We both like crackers, red peppers, chicken, etc.
--She never brushes her hair. I don't either (when I actually do something to my hair I use a pick).
--I like shopping, and the one time I took her into PetSmart she was crazy about it...so I think that counts.
--She has to keep her nails a bit short so she doesn't scratch the floors. I have to keep my nails short so I don't collect nasty germs under them at work or scratch patients.
That's all I've got. For now. As the years go by I am sure IV will become more like me...or I'll become more like her...I can promise that I won't pee on the floor though.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
New Obsessions
So, once again it`s been a while....
--IV went camping with Larisa, had a blast, came back with a tick on her, which freaked out Jennie and made Steph squeamish. Larisa removed the tick and all was well.
--IV has a tennis ball. It is the only important thing that exists in the entire world to her. She comes out of her kennel and picks it up. Or looks for it if she can`t find it. She can barely be persuaded to put it down when she`s going out for a walk. She chases, chews, throws, and catches the tennis ball non stop. If she can`t find anyone who will throw it for her, she will throw it herself.
--She has this nasty habit of eating her food so fast and drinking her water so fast then running off to bounce and play that she pukes everywhere. Not so pretty. So, to solve this problem we feed her in little bits at a time, and give her little sips of water at a time.
--She just peed on Kim`s duvet. Again. Like 3 minutes ago. It`s hard to know how to teach her to somehow give us very clear signs when she has to go to the bathroom. Whining at the door would be a good one. Winter will be interesting if we don`t learn to pick up on her signs, since we probably won`t be takin her on as many walks.
--It was rainy for about a week, so she was getting a little cabin fever from being inside all the time. Now the sun is out, and she`s getting a little better.
--And I feel like the tennis ball obsession is worth repeating. Since it`s her whole world.
--I used to think people were a little bit crazy. Whenever they see her they whisper and point and say how cute she is. One person in our neighborhood stops and pets her and goes on about how beautiful she is everytime he sees her! I mean, yeah, she`s cute, but not like *that* cute. But then I went away for a couple days to camp, and when I got back, I saw her, and realized that she really is that* cute. And I`m pretty sure she knows it too.
That's really all I can think of saying right now. She still goes on lots of walks. Likes to play. Is listening a bit better than before, but could still use some obedience classes (I've gotta get on that).
She attended the funeral of a co-pet yesterday to read about that you can click here.
It's hard to believe that we've had her for so long. And yet, not really so long. Time is a strange thing. Even stranger for a dog I suppose. Hmm...I wonder what dogs think of time...do they have any concept of time? They get to know a routine, so they know when to expect their people home, but what are their thoughts on time...does it go slow? Fast? Hmm...I wish she could talk...but I imagine if she could it would be a hundred words a minute, possibly in a different language...one that sounds really fast...like Portuguese or Spanish.
Anyway, this is getting outta control. So i'm gonna go. And hopefully I'll update more frequently so that there won't be more awkward bloggings about Portuguese speaking dogs talking about their concept of time.
--IV went camping with Larisa, had a blast, came back with a tick on her, which freaked out Jennie and made Steph squeamish. Larisa removed the tick and all was well.
--IV has a tennis ball. It is the only important thing that exists in the entire world to her. She comes out of her kennel and picks it up. Or looks for it if she can`t find it. She can barely be persuaded to put it down when she`s going out for a walk. She chases, chews, throws, and catches the tennis ball non stop. If she can`t find anyone who will throw it for her, she will throw it herself.
--She has this nasty habit of eating her food so fast and drinking her water so fast then running off to bounce and play that she pukes everywhere. Not so pretty. So, to solve this problem we feed her in little bits at a time, and give her little sips of water at a time.
--She just peed on Kim`s duvet. Again. Like 3 minutes ago. It`s hard to know how to teach her to somehow give us very clear signs when she has to go to the bathroom. Whining at the door would be a good one. Winter will be interesting if we don`t learn to pick up on her signs, since we probably won`t be takin her on as many walks.
--It was rainy for about a week, so she was getting a little cabin fever from being inside all the time. Now the sun is out, and she`s getting a little better.
--And I feel like the tennis ball obsession is worth repeating. Since it`s her whole world.
--I used to think people were a little bit crazy. Whenever they see her they whisper and point and say how cute she is. One person in our neighborhood stops and pets her and goes on about how beautiful she is everytime he sees her! I mean, yeah, she`s cute, but not like *that* cute. But then I went away for a couple days to camp, and when I got back, I saw her, and realized that she really is that* cute. And I`m pretty sure she knows it too.
That's really all I can think of saying right now. She still goes on lots of walks. Likes to play. Is listening a bit better than before, but could still use some obedience classes (I've gotta get on that).
She attended the funeral of a co-pet yesterday to read about that you can click here.
It's hard to believe that we've had her for so long. And yet, not really so long. Time is a strange thing. Even stranger for a dog I suppose. Hmm...I wonder what dogs think of time...do they have any concept of time? They get to know a routine, so they know when to expect their people home, but what are their thoughts on time...does it go slow? Fast? Hmm...I wish she could talk...but I imagine if she could it would be a hundred words a minute, possibly in a different language...one that sounds really fast...like Portuguese or Spanish.
Anyway, this is getting outta control. So i'm gonna go. And hopefully I'll update more frequently so that there won't be more awkward bloggings about Portuguese speaking dogs talking about their concept of time.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
So 'Bout them Dandilions...
Ha ha. So I just realized that I failed to actually talk about the dandilions in the post titled "Dandilion Heads". I completely forgot to tell you about how IV will run around the yard and down the road sniffing out dandilions and picking certain ones to eat the heads off. I don't know what system she uses to pick which ones she's going to eat though. The best is when she eats the dandilions that have gone to seed. She goes to bite it, and then all the fuzz must get stuck in her mouth because she looks a little surprised and kind of flicks her tongue around her mouth.
And now you know :)
And now you know :)
Monday, June 8, 2009
Dandilion Heads
After leaving Saskatoon, IV and I headed on to Edmonton and I wanted to do a wee bit of shoe shopping...so I tucked IV into her kennel, cracked all the windows open and went out. I was gone for 10 minutes MAX and I came back to find that IV had broken out of her kennel. Needless to say our next stop was PetSmart where she came in and she got to try out a couple kennels until we found one that has real screws holding it together :) I think I've got her beat now! The most hilarious part of this little adventure was when we were standing in line at the cashiers and this little tiny chihuahua (sp???) was in line behind us and just kept yapping at IV...(her owner totally was buying one of those barking collars...ha ha) and so after several barks IV started barking back. It was echoing all over and I couldn't hear the cashier and I finally got IV to be quiet, but the other little dog would not stop barking.
After our Edmonton Adventure, IV and I arrived in Breton where IV met Jill (and Jill met IV). IV and Jill became instant fighting friends. They started running around the house, chasing eachother and playfighting. Non-stop. They are starting to settle down now (after 2 weeks!) and are still a little crazy! It turns out that IV's a bit of a bully! But perhaps I should set the scene a little bit...
Jill is a 3 and a 1/2 month old Golden Lab who is super friendly and a goofy little puppy...she's growing quickly and so is very easy to knock over, is very gullible and is just super cute!
Anyway, so the fighting is easy for IV since she has a pretty good sense of balance, and she's pretty agile and speedy. They find sticks and fight over them, and fight over toys. Tug of war happens a lot. With big sticks or little sticks, even IV's tire! Well, the one issue that is a little touchy between IV and Jill is the rawhide bone. They each have their own, and before IV came, apparently Jill would not touch hers...but then when it was discovered that IV LOVES rawhide bones, obviously Jill had to get in on this action. The only problem is that IV LOVES her rawhide bones. So, this leads to some serious growling, snapping, and chasing...despite the fact that the 2 puppies can eat their food out of the same bowls...you can mess with IV's food, but
BACK OFF! GET YOU'RE OWN RAWHIDE!
So, back when they were allowed to have their bones outside of their kennels, IV would take her bone, and walk around, and then set it down, then she'd push it away and look in the other direction until Jill would innocently enough just kind of sniff at it and then WOWZA IV would snatch up her bone. She did this many times, and poor Jill kept falling for it.
Anyways, in summary, it seems that IV is loving the country life. She tries to chase elk (which is a bad idea since they are very very VERY protective of their babies right now) and when we walk down the road she used to tease them...but not so much anymore...I think they are not nearly as interesting as they were at first. :) She's a happy puppy, and will be very excited to see the rest of her people when we get back to Winnipeg...but she's happy as a country dog!
(No garbage gut since we left!!! Yay!!!)
Later
After our Edmonton Adventure, IV and I arrived in Breton where IV met Jill (and Jill met IV). IV and Jill became instant fighting friends. They started running around the house, chasing eachother and playfighting. Non-stop. They are starting to settle down now (after 2 weeks!) and are still a little crazy! It turns out that IV's a bit of a bully! But perhaps I should set the scene a little bit...
Jill is a 3 and a 1/2 month old Golden Lab who is super friendly and a goofy little puppy...she's growing quickly and so is very easy to knock over, is very gullible and is just super cute!
Anyway, so the fighting is easy for IV since she has a pretty good sense of balance, and she's pretty agile and speedy. They find sticks and fight over them, and fight over toys. Tug of war happens a lot. With big sticks or little sticks, even IV's tire! Well, the one issue that is a little touchy between IV and Jill is the rawhide bone. They each have their own, and before IV came, apparently Jill would not touch hers...but then when it was discovered that IV LOVES rawhide bones, obviously Jill had to get in on this action. The only problem is that IV LOVES her rawhide bones. So, this leads to some serious growling, snapping, and chasing...despite the fact that the 2 puppies can eat their food out of the same bowls...you can mess with IV's food, but
BACK OFF! GET YOU'RE OWN RAWHIDE!
So, back when they were allowed to have their bones outside of their kennels, IV would take her bone, and walk around, and then set it down, then she'd push it away and look in the other direction until Jill would innocently enough just kind of sniff at it and then WOWZA IV would snatch up her bone. She did this many times, and poor Jill kept falling for it.
Anyways, in summary, it seems that IV is loving the country life. She tries to chase elk (which is a bad idea since they are very very VERY protective of their babies right now) and when we walk down the road she used to tease them...but not so much anymore...I think they are not nearly as interesting as they were at first. :) She's a happy puppy, and will be very excited to see the rest of her people when we get back to Winnipeg...but she's happy as a country dog!
(No garbage gut since we left!!! Yay!!!)
Later
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Little Blood Sucking Armour Plated Beasts from Hell
Today IV and I took off on another roadtrip. Our ultimate goal is the family farm in Alberta, but we're sleeping in Saskatoon tonight to break up the trip a bit. So far so good...except 1 thing: tiny little blood sucking armour played beasts from hell.
Let me start at the beginning...
Poor IV's a little black puppy, so when she sits on the seat in the sun she gets so very warm...despite the AC. So, I thought,"oh how nice it would be to take a break from driving and throw some sticks in a dugout for IV to swim and cool off. Then we can run around until she is dry."
The plan went well, and a lovely time was had by all...until we returned to our travels. I felt something on my shoulder. It was a little bug. I just tossed it out of the window. Then, I noticed there was a little bug on IV, right under her eye. I went to throw it out as well, when I realized the darn thing was stuck.
Then I knew what it was. And what the bug on my shoulder had been. (if you know, say it with me) Ticks.
Eww. Ewww. Ew.
*shudder*
So I went to a gas station and on the way saw and threw out 4 more ticks on IV. Then in the gas station I went into the bathroom and a half hour later I had found no less than 12 ticks in my clothes (only 2 of them were biting me though).
AHHHHHHHH.
I then also bought a little comb in the gas station and used it to back comb IV's hair to see if I could find more ticks, but I found none.
But, just now, I found one when I was moving her kennel. I don't know where it came from. I hope it's the last one *crosses fingers*
And that's the story of how I went from having never seen a tick in real like to having seen 20 ticks in one day. A whole herd of them. Great.
I also used my handy dandy BlackBerry internet to look up ticks on Wikipedia. I learnt a lot. Like all the diseases they carry. Great again.
An educational day. Lucky me.
The moral of the story: stay off the grass. Especially if you're just wearing flip flops.
One last time: Eww. Ewwwwwwwww. Ahhhhhhhh!!!
Goodnight all, time for creepy crawly dreams.
Let me start at the beginning...
Poor IV's a little black puppy, so when she sits on the seat in the sun she gets so very warm...despite the AC. So, I thought,"oh how nice it would be to take a break from driving and throw some sticks in a dugout for IV to swim and cool off. Then we can run around until she is dry."
The plan went well, and a lovely time was had by all...until we returned to our travels. I felt something on my shoulder. It was a little bug. I just tossed it out of the window. Then, I noticed there was a little bug on IV, right under her eye. I went to throw it out as well, when I realized the darn thing was stuck.
Then I knew what it was. And what the bug on my shoulder had been. (if you know, say it with me) Ticks.
Eww. Ewww. Ew.
*shudder*
So I went to a gas station and on the way saw and threw out 4 more ticks on IV. Then in the gas station I went into the bathroom and a half hour later I had found no less than 12 ticks in my clothes (only 2 of them were biting me though).
AHHHHHHHH.
I then also bought a little comb in the gas station and used it to back comb IV's hair to see if I could find more ticks, but I found none.
But, just now, I found one when I was moving her kennel. I don't know where it came from. I hope it's the last one *crosses fingers*
And that's the story of how I went from having never seen a tick in real like to having seen 20 ticks in one day. A whole herd of them. Great.
I also used my handy dandy BlackBerry internet to look up ticks on Wikipedia. I learnt a lot. Like all the diseases they carry. Great again.
An educational day. Lucky me.
The moral of the story: stay off the grass. Especially if you're just wearing flip flops.
One last time: Eww. Ewwwwwwwww. Ahhhhhhhh!!!
Goodnight all, time for creepy crawly dreams.
Monday, May 18, 2009
At Long Long Last
It has been a while. Quite a while. So here are some tales for your enjoyment...
We have new roommates Kate and Steph who she has managed to twist around her little...toe. She's been working on her growling with Steph. She's getting pretty good at it (IV, that is!). Her growling becomes more intense as she realizes she is going to lose the game of tug-of-war she is in. The only thing is that her growl is a little strange, and I can't even describe it...but I find it a little comical. :)
She loves loves loves to play. We had a toy for her. She chewed it apart so that it kind of looked like a rather delicate part of the male anatomy...and she just chewed it apart. We all found it quite entertaining. The toy was tossed around and lying around for a few days before any of us were brave enough to point out what the toy looked like...then we had no end of jokes about how we are a house of 7 single women and we give our dog male genitalia to chew on. The toy finally fell apart and a replacement was needed.
Now IV has a little rubber tire that is not only her chew toy, but also her favorite chasing toy. Made completely from recycled rubber this toy comes from Canadian Tire and I believe it is completely indestructable. For now. It's the perfect tug-of-war toy, and a great toy to throw. You can throw it and it will bounce randomly all over the place, or you can roll it! It's multi-purpose! Plus she can chew on it, and she's only gotten a couple of the treads off (they are shaped like little dog bones). The best part about the little tire is that occasionally she'll pick it up and it will flip up and cover her eyes, so she has to walk a little bit sideways.
In other news (ie...a lot shorter since Jennie is accusing me of writing a book!): IV's peed on Kim's bed, chewed on the carpet, is developing a master plan to escape her kennel using a towel and sheer determination, is super excited when I get home from work, has walked to Assiniboine park and back a couple times, went to the farm with Kim and had a great time, and is not aware that she's going on a holiday with me to Alberta where she will meet Jill my mom and dad's puppy.
The End (til next time...which is hopefully not as far apart as the other posts have been...I need to get a picture of IV with the tire flipped over her eyes...)
Later
We have new roommates Kate and Steph who she has managed to twist around her little...toe. She's been working on her growling with Steph. She's getting pretty good at it (IV, that is!). Her growling becomes more intense as she realizes she is going to lose the game of tug-of-war she is in. The only thing is that her growl is a little strange, and I can't even describe it...but I find it a little comical. :)
She loves loves loves to play. We had a toy for her. She chewed it apart so that it kind of looked like a rather delicate part of the male anatomy...and she just chewed it apart. We all found it quite entertaining. The toy was tossed around and lying around for a few days before any of us were brave enough to point out what the toy looked like...then we had no end of jokes about how we are a house of 7 single women and we give our dog male genitalia to chew on. The toy finally fell apart and a replacement was needed.
Now IV has a little rubber tire that is not only her chew toy, but also her favorite chasing toy. Made completely from recycled rubber this toy comes from Canadian Tire and I believe it is completely indestructable. For now. It's the perfect tug-of-war toy, and a great toy to throw. You can throw it and it will bounce randomly all over the place, or you can roll it! It's multi-purpose! Plus she can chew on it, and she's only gotten a couple of the treads off (they are shaped like little dog bones). The best part about the little tire is that occasionally she'll pick it up and it will flip up and cover her eyes, so she has to walk a little bit sideways.
In other news (ie...a lot shorter since Jennie is accusing me of writing a book!): IV's peed on Kim's bed, chewed on the carpet, is developing a master plan to escape her kennel using a towel and sheer determination, is super excited when I get home from work, has walked to Assiniboine park and back a couple times, went to the farm with Kim and had a great time, and is not aware that she's going on a holiday with me to Alberta where she will meet Jill my mom and dad's puppy.
The End (til next time...which is hopefully not as far apart as the other posts have been...I need to get a picture of IV with the tire flipped over her eyes...)
Later
Sunday, April 26, 2009
And The Day After That
So the morning after her homecoming IV woke up as bright and alert as she has always been (except the few *several* times she has gotten garbage gut). So I took her for a long walk, then we came home and had a nap, and then she chewed on a bone while I finished cleaning my room, started cleaning the kitchen, and straightened up the front entrance a bit. After that we went to The Neighborhood and she was adored by Kim and Daniel, and other's who passed in and out.
Not at all a very remarkable day
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we returned to the house and I was visiting with Jen while she finished packing and I could hear IV jingling around the room and suddenly it got VERY quiet, so I went to check out what she was up to. But she was nowhere to be seen. I turned the light on and found IV IN HER KENNEL.
Honest.
I wouldn't lie about that.
Not at all a very remarkable day
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we returned to the house and I was visiting with Jen while she finished packing and I could hear IV jingling around the room and suddenly it got VERY quiet, so I went to check out what she was up to. But she was nowhere to be seen. I turned the light on and found IV IN HER KENNEL.
Honest.
I wouldn't lie about that.
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