Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Our First Year Together: A Furry Love Story

I've always thought of myself as a cat person.  Don't get me wrong I'm a card carrying animal lover period.  It has been said of me that I like my animals better than some people I've met.  I can't refute that statement!  But now I can say that I am officially a dog lover also.  Again don't get me wrong, I've always liked dogs and there have been a few that have shared time here with us.  The last being, Spot, Ryan's dog of 12 years.  She was a dump that I took care of and that would tell me if we had unexpected company.  Beyond that she pretty much did whatever she wanted.  When she passed away June 2010, I missed her but I didn't really want another dog here.  Because I swore if we EVER had another dog it would be trained and become a part of the household which meant ALL the care would be my responsibility.  So I politely didn't listen anytime the DH would bring up an ad for a puppy.  Until that fateful day in December when a little old lady walked into my house and used my bathroom.  Then I was all ears because having a total stranger just walk in made me realize exactly how much I needed a four legged companion who would at least say someone is on the property.

Yes, we drove all the way to Tyler, Texas to get a Chow puppy.  The DH insisted on getting a dog with papers for various reasons.  A pound puppy would have been fine with me but he who was footing the bills vetoed that idea.  So back we came with this ball of fluff.

We picked this breed for several reasons.  I had read somewhere Chows are catlike in nature.  This is true, but they also have a protective nature not only for their owner but towards the "whole" family of the owner.  They are definitely a one person dog.  My cats would disagree with the whole family protection bit and Pip has his own side of the story.
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Besides having my heart stolen by Bane what have I learned about dogs?

Don't get a puppy in the winter time.

He loved the snow even when he had to slinky his way through it in my footsteps.  I didn't love having to deal with potty training since about the only area without 3 foot of snow was the driveway last year.

Also a dog with a beautiful thick coat, has just that and it must be taken care of!

This is one brushing, something that has to be done regularly or we have dust bunnies bigger than our cats!

Since we had such snowfall last winter, Bane and I played in the house.  One of our games was "what's in your mouth".  It was a chase game and Bane had lots of fun because he was getting exercise and he could easily slide under all the furniture.

He also liked to sleep in cat territory.

They still fit, Bane not so much!

Ok, so I had lots to learn about raising a puppy properly.  The one thing I did do right was find a very good trainer.  We had a private lesson and then we took an obedience class.  What I learned in class was worth every penny because Chows can be aggressive and they are most decidedly stubborn.  Bane proved he had both of those traits one night.  He thought helping himself to a hamburger off the counter was just fine.  Granted they were Rachael Ray's meat lover hamburgers and very tasty but Bane didn't want to give up his purloined burger.  One of Charlotte the dog trainer's mantras is "you get the dog you deserve" and I was sliding by letting Bane in the kitchen.  To say he got in a lot of trouble was an understatement but if Charlotte hadn't given me the knowledge to deal with Bane we might have had a serious situation on our hands.  Being banished from the kitchen, Bane has appointed himself the guradian of it.  He will place his toys and himself at the entrance to keep thieving felines out!
He is especially good at alerting me to Glove's misguided attempts at helping himself.

Since the kitchen episode has really been our worst experience, I can truly say I get dog lovers now. There are so many positives that have come from having Bane.  I have someone who loves to play and go for walks so I get exercised.  He really loved playing in the one an only snow we had this year.  Although, that is a basketball he plays soccer with it.  Quite well I might add.

It is kind of like having a little child in the house.  I find myself picking up toys on a daily basis or walking on them.  He always wants to know what I'm doing.  I certainly never have to worry about getting lost because my every move is noted.  He is funny with an odd quirk or two, like not wanting to get his feet wet.  It takes a behind foot push to encourage him to go out in the rain for potty duty.  Sometimes he will go out if I go first; today wasn't one of those days.

Unlike my child, Bane loves anything I cook.  He is not allowed table scraps but he would eat them happily if given.  I do make treats for him.  So far I have made carroty crunchies and liver treats.  Finding hormone free, grass fed beef liver was a trick but I have his full attention when he sees them coming out of the freezer.  I also had my DS's full attention when I made them.  It has been requested that I NEVER make those in the house again.  It is very rewarding for the cook to have someone get so excited over her cooking that they practically dance down the hallway to have some.

It is surprising how fast this first year has flown by.  Maybe it is because Bane is never grumpy or in a bad mood.  He is up and ready to go at the drop of a hat.  He is always glad to see me and he greets me when I came back home with lots of love.  He makes me feel safe knowing while he is on duty no one will open my front door and just walk in.  Most of all who could resist this loveable face?

Certainly not me!





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Seriously, there is nothing wrong with the dog.  He is just great!  We really love him dearly but he is allergic to us.  I'm sure he would be a great addition to any cat free home!

Houston!  Seriously!  You can't ship MC's mutt off.

Why not?  I'm sick of the butt sniffing, space invading beast. We all are!  Just look at poor Glove's face.

He got caught on the counter again by that mutt.  He looks so hungry and now he is afraid to get down.  Poor thing!

Ok, I know you have a point there but we aren't supposed to be on the counter even if MC does have us on those ungodly restricted portions she calls dinner.

Well, just look where I have to spend most of my time now.

Hey, that's my perch!  Back a way from the computer, Houston, this is my blog!

My name is Pippin.  My human mom is Mama Cat, MC for short.  Yes, I would love to ship her slobbering mutt off.  I may only have 3 legs but I bet I could get it into a box.  For heaven's sake it is the nosiest thing ever.  It would probably go right in thinking it was some new kind of game.  hetaping might be a challenge but I bet I could handle it.   Stupid thing has no respect for privacy, whatsoever.  You can't do anything in this house that it doesn't know about.  See, I was just going to clean MC's yogurt bowl for her but noooo Mr. Werewolf face was on patrol.

I think we have bigger things to worry about than drool boy.  Not only is MC still on me to get exercise but she has added some huge beasts to her menagerie.  Thank heavens they live outside cause I don't care what she says they don't look like vegetarians to me!  Look at this thing; it is trying to eat a fur lined hat off the kid's head.  What does that tell you?

Thing gives me the willies every time I go out.  Since the DH goes to work early in the morning, he lets Houston out for a stroll.  Not my fault he can't tell us apart.  I know we are so twin-like in appearance.  Hey, any time I can escape into the great of out of doors I'm going!  That was until all this rain started.  Three wet feet are just as bad as four wet feet maybe worse.  So I content myself with staying in and playing with the walking furball's toys.

He leaves them lying around everywhere and this bone was so easy to pick up and throw around!  Neener, neener purple tongue couldn't come after me either!  He isn't allowed downstairs. Nah nah na nah!

Back to the problem I see coming down the pike.  MC is losing her mind.  I think it is the change.  She let me out the other day.  No, really!  She opened the door and let me go.  Granted it was snowing, sleeting and raining so it didn't take me long to want back in.

I think she thought this was funny.  I wasn't amused.  Rain damages fur, don't you know?

Here is the real reason I think she is losing it.

She has birds in the garage.  Yep, little tweetie birds and we aren't allowed to visit them.  MC didn't buy that I just wanted to play them.  OK, so maybe I would have put them back in pieces but MC named them so they are off limits.  Get a load of these stupid girlie names.  Vuila, Violet, Vangie, Babs, Bugs and Tangerine.  Why not names like breast, thigh, and drumstick?   Even the DS agreed with me on that one.  Really, though, I think someone needs to talk to her.  After all, when you have cats what else do you need?   Especially, when you have someone as wonderful as me!



                       Remember Life is about the journey no matter how long it took you to get there!