DOGS

Watch out for pancreatitis with the rich food. (I'm a vet tech).

I need to tone it down. I was overly enthusiastic. 


Also, what about probiotics?

My American Bulldog, and my Mastiff/Dane eating bones was always a risky business. It was not uncommon for them to start heaving, puke bile and devil stew.

In the days of my yute, our dogs never had such problems... if they did, the business was conducted outside, and out of my view.


Now Duke only gets the biggest hardest bones the pet store can produce, he has a gnarly “Nylabone Power Chew “that he prances around with when I get home, tosses in the air... and when I grab it, it is game on!

He just gets Blue Buffalo dog food, and we are the better for it.

I still feel like a dastardly pet owner when spareribs bones, and prime rib bones go in the trash can, but it beats cleaning up the mess.

Had a episode long ago, the kids wanted an Old English sheep dog. Got em one, never liked to give a dog a bone, too many things can go wrong. Was working night and not paying attention Wife says Columbo hasn’t eaten in three days. What did you feed him, she says some scraps and bones. I went to him and upended his mouth, there down was a bone wedged in right at his throat, got some long nose needle nose pliers and yanked it out. I believe if that dog could of talked he would have thanked me. Told the wife, you didn’t know, but no bones  for any dog.

The rule at our house is uncooked beef bones only ... no hides or synthetic chewies. Hope he's feeling better!

Glad to hear he’s doing fine, Buddy did a no no this morning, he tried to climb into Mommas spot on reclining sofa, She’s still sleeping, her new sofa is dog free, he smells her backpack and really is her dog, follows her everywhere, right now he’s at the bedroom door awaiting her wake up.

Marbles has a cunning streak!

I fed him his dinner of kibble with roast turkey. he ate that up and had no trouble locating my other dog's bowl, several feet away, with the same food. She was outside and had yet to come in to eat. Marbles ate most of hers, too.

I will have to watch this guy!

I had a Brittany Spaniel for a short while once. Gave him to my brother who already had a dog.

My brother told me he would put bowls of food out for the each dog. The spaniel would run to the other dogs bowl and piss all over his food, then go to his own bowl and eat.
The other dog wouldn't eat his food after it had been pissed on, so after the spaniel finished his own, he'd go eat the other dogs food too.
Now that's an evilly cunning dog!

Shorthairs are notorious and adroit food thieves. Takes a while to convince them not to take food off unattended counters or even the table. They just can’t resist. Jack, at 10, is pretty reliable— finally. Eli is in the complete no-trust zone. Since I know them so well I figger that if they steal food it’s MY fault for giving them the opportunity.

For the first time Marbles was in the yard and started barking loudly when the UPS van roared up the road and screeched to a stop at the front gate.  Yep, this is his place now and you better watch your step, Bub!

He is home!

So glad he has adapted to his new environment...he is one happy/lucky pup!

This reminded me of a couple of Jack Russels we had once - Bob and Susie. 
They were very well behaved. They might beg for table food but were never be aggressive or obnoxious about it.

One Thanksgiving, we had finished eating and left the kitchen to see some quests off.
When we returned to the kitchen, Bob was on the table with his head buried in what was left of the turkey!

What was funny was that our second Jack Russel (Susie) quickly left the kitchen when we returned.
She knew shite was about to hit the fan!

I swear, my wife looked at Bob and said "Really Bob?" and he hung his head ashamed of himself.


Another time I caught these two coordinating to steal food out of the garbage.
We had a kitchen garbage can with a foot pedal you stepped on to raise the lid.
Bob stood on the foot pedal holding the lid open, while Susie stood up on her back legs and pulled stuff out of the garbage.
They were quite a pair.

Yep what can you do but ponder how he did it. Watched a aseal team episode last night where a wounded seal carried their dog who had been knifed badly down a mountain, could of hauled arse and been long gone, made me realize how much I love my dog. Gave him some chicken cracklings today, he don’t know how hard they are to come by.

When I lived in an apartment, where everyone’s back door faced a courtyard and small patio, I had a struggling magician living next door.

I watched his dog on command steal the steaks from a table of a neighbor that was inside waiting for the coals to get ready. He rinsed them off and pan fried them... they were big thick steaks. Dog and master ate well.