Monday, October 03, 2005
Introduction -- Rowan
It is with some butterflies that I introduce my new dog, Rowan ("the red-haired or ruddy man"). He is bright red! He was rescued by Mal-loving people from Brazos animal shelter and I adopted him on Saturday. He is a big, long fellow, with short squatty legs, and so skinny that you can feel every vertebra and rib. He has so little muscle tone in his hind legs that he has trouble walking, indicating long close confinement. He does not appear to be hip dysplastic. I am taking him in to the vet this week for a thorough checkup. His coat is dry and sparse, but he will be a gorgeous dog once I have fattened him up and worked on his nutrition. He is now getting handfuls of supplements and home-cooked food. The Magnificent Ghost still would like to eat him, so we are working on a desensitization program, but he gets along great with the girls, and completely ignores all cats, indoors and out. He is alert, responsive and sweetly affectionate. What a guy!
Rowan
Well, I wasn't expecting THIS! Humom went out for a drive with her partner in crime, Lynn, and came back with another DOG! Where will it end?
I should not be surprised. Lynn's house is where I lived for a year until humom finally got around to discovering and adopting me. Whenever she goes out, she comes back with another dog. They call it "rescue." I suppose it's a good thing.
So here he is, a big red Malamute, yet another male. He'd be handsome if he had an ounce of flesh on him and any muscle tone. Knowing humom, he'll be fattened up in no time and need to go on a diet. Two nice Malamute lovers, L and S, sprang him from the shelter a month ago and have been taking great care of him and getting him ready to be adopted. I'm glad; a shelter is a terrible place to be -- it smells like terror and death, and if nobody takes you, they kill you. S and R remembered that humom is kind of partial to Malamutes and told her about Rowan, whose name was something very bad before. Now he is called the red-haired man, which he is.
What I want to know is, is humom still going to pay any attention to ME?? I am the Queen of the Universe and expect the due amount of respect and adulation to be paid accordingly. I will be Extremely Miffed if this Johnny-Come-Lately thinks he's going to steal the limelight. Alexandria out.
I should not be surprised. Lynn's house is where I lived for a year until humom finally got around to discovering and adopting me. Whenever she goes out, she comes back with another dog. They call it "rescue." I suppose it's a good thing.
So here he is, a big red Malamute, yet another male. He'd be handsome if he had an ounce of flesh on him and any muscle tone. Knowing humom, he'll be fattened up in no time and need to go on a diet. Two nice Malamute lovers, L and S, sprang him from the shelter a month ago and have been taking great care of him and getting him ready to be adopted. I'm glad; a shelter is a terrible place to be -- it smells like terror and death, and if nobody takes you, they kill you. S and R remembered that humom is kind of partial to Malamutes and told her about Rowan, whose name was something very bad before. Now he is called the red-haired man, which he is.
What I want to know is, is humom still going to pay any attention to ME?? I am the Queen of the Universe and expect the due amount of respect and adulation to be paid accordingly. I will be Extremely Miffed if this Johnny-Come-Lately thinks he's going to steal the limelight. Alexandria out.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Ham
Allie has known that Something is up for a couple of days now. Although it's been up to 105 degrees out, she's been dancing a little jig as we walk around the block, anticipating the fall weather, and indeed, it cooled down by 20 degrees today. She fluffed out her coat, put that sparkle in her eye, and charged ahead, insisting that we take the long walk all the way around the playing fields and beyond.
A little girl came out of her house as we walked past, all pigtails and teeth and dwarfed by her backpack. She immediately stretched out both arms in a passionate gesture and cried out, "doggie! good doggie! Mommy, I want that doggie!" Note that Allie undoubtedly overtopped her. Her Mom said to her sharply, "that's a German Shepherd, they're not very nice," and dragged her off to the car. I barely managed to call out loudly, "Alaskan Malamute!" before the kid disappeared in the cavernous SUV, crying out "doggie!" the whole time. Meanwhile, Allie was rolling her eyes at the child, tossing her head, ears pricked up, tail swishing brightly, white paws flashing high, giving her the full treatment. How she loves to be the object of adulation!
I hope the kid heard me. Everyone has to meet their first Malamute, an experience akin, I assume, to being hit by a small, perfectly formed bolt of lightning. It changes you for life, and she will hopefully remember Allie when one day she is selecting her own first dog.
A little girl came out of her house as we walked past, all pigtails and teeth and dwarfed by her backpack. She immediately stretched out both arms in a passionate gesture and cried out, "doggie! good doggie! Mommy, I want that doggie!" Note that Allie undoubtedly overtopped her. Her Mom said to her sharply, "that's a German Shepherd, they're not very nice," and dragged her off to the car. I barely managed to call out loudly, "Alaskan Malamute!" before the kid disappeared in the cavernous SUV, crying out "doggie!" the whole time. Meanwhile, Allie was rolling her eyes at the child, tossing her head, ears pricked up, tail swishing brightly, white paws flashing high, giving her the full treatment. How she loves to be the object of adulation!
I hope the kid heard me. Everyone has to meet their first Malamute, an experience akin, I assume, to being hit by a small, perfectly formed bolt of lightning. It changes you for life, and she will hopefully remember Allie when one day she is selecting her own first dog.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
Allie's Cats
There are up to 6 feral cats living under and around our house and eating us out of house and home. Allie comes and helps me feed them as part of our evening walk. It is a good opportunity for us to practice Be Nice to Kitties. Or rather, Don't Eat the Kitties. Hah!
Actually, Allie is very good about cats as long as they don't run. Unfortunately, no-one has imparted this to the ferals, who tend to boot-scoot when they encounter something large, wolf-looking and obviously prey-driven. But Allie leaves the indoor cats strictly alone. This took a long time and a lot of patience to learn, but she is now able to sleep curled up with them on the bed. This is the Mal who once proudly brought me a cat carcass when she first came to me. If Allie can achieve the peacable kingdom with cats, any Malamute can.
When I adopted her, I made a dog-free zone by placing a backless bookcase in the hallway -- the cats could get through it, but not the dogs, without some effort. It was mainly a strong psychological barrier. There are also lots of bookshelves, filing cabinets, etc where they can find refuge. Then Allie and I immediately went to obedience class, where we worked hard on Attention. At home, we practiced: treats and praise whenever I called her name and she made eye-contact with me. LOTS of praise when she did so in mid-cat-chase. The first few days she was on-leash in the house so I had some control in case she got too close. After that, I just gave a sharp reprimand if necessary ("hey!") and immediately called her name -- chase cat = bad, look at me = good. At the same time, my dog-savvy cats reinforced the lessons with the occasional bat across the snout. Unfortunately they find the Malamute tail irresistible and used it as a toy from the very beginning, attacking it from under the bed or from a perch on a chair! Nowadays, when Allie rolls an eye toward a running cat, I just remind her quietly -- she doesn't move a muscle toward it -- but only in the house. Outside cats are still extremely interesting. And of course possums, squirrels, birds, mice, etc. are fair game. >Sigh<
Actually, Allie is very good about cats as long as they don't run. Unfortunately, no-one has imparted this to the ferals, who tend to boot-scoot when they encounter something large, wolf-looking and obviously prey-driven. But Allie leaves the indoor cats strictly alone. This took a long time and a lot of patience to learn, but she is now able to sleep curled up with them on the bed. This is the Mal who once proudly brought me a cat carcass when she first came to me. If Allie can achieve the peacable kingdom with cats, any Malamute can.
When I adopted her, I made a dog-free zone by placing a backless bookcase in the hallway -- the cats could get through it, but not the dogs, without some effort. It was mainly a strong psychological barrier. There are also lots of bookshelves, filing cabinets, etc where they can find refuge. Then Allie and I immediately went to obedience class, where we worked hard on Attention. At home, we practiced: treats and praise whenever I called her name and she made eye-contact with me. LOTS of praise when she did so in mid-cat-chase. The first few days she was on-leash in the house so I had some control in case she got too close. After that, I just gave a sharp reprimand if necessary ("hey!") and immediately called her name -- chase cat = bad, look at me = good. At the same time, my dog-savvy cats reinforced the lessons with the occasional bat across the snout. Unfortunately they find the Malamute tail irresistible and used it as a toy from the very beginning, attacking it from under the bed or from a perch on a chair! Nowadays, when Allie rolls an eye toward a running cat, I just remind her quietly -- she doesn't move a muscle toward it -- but only in the house. Outside cats are still extremely interesting. And of course possums, squirrels, birds, mice, etc. are fair game. >Sigh<
Saturday, September 24, 2005
Sideways
Well, if there's one thing a lady doesn't enjoy, it's being blown along sideways! All very well to take my stately morning walk, but now my lovely coat is all tousled and I feel all battered from being buffeted by the wind gusts. A lady doesn't appreciate having to constantly brace herself to keep from flying along like an ice skater -- and then when the wind drops, she staggers back like an overloaded weight-lifter. It's not as though one were pulling a sled in the Arctic or something -- this is Texas and it's in the 90s already, for doG's sake. One is entirely disconcerted and in need of many treats and a good nap. Alexandria out.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Whole Again
There she is, that beautiful face; that sassy plume of a tail; those monumental paws; that glorious coat, standing up in cowlicks, generously shedding; that irresistible tummy. Much as I enjoyed every moment in Ireland and had a glorious time, I realize I was just half a person. It's great that I've found a boarding solution I have confidence in and can attend important conferences and excursions, but boy is it great to be back with my other half. Sure, she needs me, but I need her too.
Funny how The Magnificent Ghost seems to have missed me even more than Allie. He really gets neglected, and I tend to forget what a needy fella he is, the poor poot.
Funny how The Magnificent Ghost seems to have missed me even more than Allie. He really gets neglected, and I tend to forget what a needy fella he is, the poor poot.
Humom's Back
Well finally. Sheesh. Not that I didn't have a great time at PAH. Drs. D and O took great care of me, and the gals waited on me hand and foot, as is their role in life. When humom came to pick me up, they all converged on the desk to tell her what a wonderful dog I am. I smiled sweetly, already planning my exploits for when we got home. Dr O spoke very seriously with humom and told her several things about kidney disease that she didn't know, and made some good suggestions, so I will get even more fantastic care. She said that I seem like a much younger dog! I deserve an Oscar!
It would be really nice if I had the chauffeur I am due. Humom is just a terrible driver. It didn't help that 183 is under construction and the traffic was terrible, but did she have to cry most of the way home? I hunkered down in my brace-for-impact position and could only hope for the best. Which has materialized in the form of my favorite Branstone's cranberry treats ...
I am seriously miffed that I can't go to work with humom any more. The semester has begun and for some reason that makes a difference. Stupid. All the more reason why the students should benefit from my wise presence, I say. I have several times been able to sneak into the car, but unfortunately an Alaskan Malamute is difficult to conceal. Must work on camouflage. Alexandria out.
It would be really nice if I had the chauffeur I am due. Humom is just a terrible driver. It didn't help that 183 is under construction and the traffic was terrible, but did she have to cry most of the way home? I hunkered down in my brace-for-impact position and could only hope for the best. Which has materialized in the form of my favorite Branstone's cranberry treats ...
I am seriously miffed that I can't go to work with humom any more. The semester has begun and for some reason that makes a difference. Stupid. All the more reason why the students should benefit from my wise presence, I say. I have several times been able to sneak into the car, but unfortunately an Alaskan Malamute is difficult to conceal. Must work on camouflage. Alexandria out.
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