Meandering Maunderings

Whoa, two posts in as many days! Shocker!

Anywho, I don't remember when I first heard the phrase 'followed me around like a little puppy dog' but it has only been since we got Kyle that I truly understand it. At the new place we've abandoned the whole 'Leo's room is off limits to Kyle' rule, it just isn't necessary. Plus, it's where my computer is, and I spend a great deal of time at my computer while job hunting and writing. Every time I go to move my chair I have to first check to make sure that Kyle isn't too close to one of the wheels. I now know that phrase is quite literal as Kyle has to follow me *everywhere* including the bathroom. I do trip over him fairly often as he misjudges which direction I'm trying to move in.

There has also been some discussion with friends recently about whose dog Kyle is. Most dogs have one person in the family they prefer, growing up we had a German Shepherd who was quite clearly my older brother's dog. The assumption now is that Kyle is hubby's dog, looking at the fact that when we visit friends with dogs he's the first to play with them, and they allll go to him first (same rule applies for kitties and kids), then there's the whole 'Anne is a cat person' thing as illustrated by my login.

To answer the question I have a story. :) A few days ago the hubby and I came back from running errands. I carry the mail to the table and am looking through it while Hubby releases Kyle from his crate. He's talking to Kyle, telling him he's been a good boy, and so on. Kyle meanwhile completely ignores the offered hand and has to come greet me first, nudging my leg to get attention. Whenever there is tension in the household a certain black dog can be found hiding behind me. He even fits under my computer desk, if he curls up on my feet. The desk isn't that big... and while he's only 50lbs, that's not exactly tiny!

Hubs doesn't mind- he had a Leo cat. However, with me being home a LOT due to the unemployment thing I'm working on luring Leo to my side of the household. ;) Sasha has decided that she's my cat, but that dad has the better lap to try to get into. Recently when I've been in 'his' room Leo has been coming to the computer desk looking for affection, and I've been making sure that they get their afternoon treats. Soon I will have them all!!

What's the strangest command that your dog knows?


With Kyle I think it's "Fix your foot." *grins* This applies when we're out walking, and his leash has somehow gotten behind one of his legs. I will tell him to 'fix his foot' and he'll stop and lift up the correct foot so the leash can be freed.

What have you got for your dogs?

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(the dog even looks a smidge like Kyle, and the cat could be a short haired version of HRH Sasha the Grey)

bluesgirly has posted this entry regarding an abused pit bull with no name.

Luckily for this little girl, she's been brought into a rescue group. Never again will she face the horrific abuses she's known thus far. The entry was hard to read- but the part that brought tears to my eyes was this statement: "Reports are in that she is very sweet natured." Given all the awful things done to her, she's still 'sweet natured.'

They're going to need some help, soon, with her vetting costs. I hope if you're able, you'll consider contributing a little.

Thanks. I think I'm going to go home and give my Kyle-dog a big ole hug.

from bluesgirly from this post

My dear friend Mary is in the business of dog rescue which is a profession I wouldn’t wish on anybody. First, she must witness crime after insane crime perpetrated on man’s best friend. Then, she has to listen to vile excuses and crack pot stories like the one I am about to tell you. She takes in the sorry and the injured, the abused and the starving dogs. She gets them all to the vet, does the nursing and the feeding and the loving until one day, a forever family shows up and it’s all worth it.

Which brings me to our newest outrage which is Lucky. Lucky, unluckily, found herself living with two vagabonds. This little dog lived with beatings and neglect and with owners who figured the solution to a rotten case of mange is to buy a plastic collar and leave it around her neck for a year. The itch that goes with a disorder like this is the human comfort equivalent of walking around with 3,000 mosquito bites. These hobos finally sold the poor thing to Mary for $1. Times are tough for perfect dogs right now and there is absolutely no way this dog is adoptable in her present condition. Thus, we are stuck.

Here is Lucky’s story :

http://www.fundable.com/groupactions/groupaction.2008-11-07.5153921676/groupaction_view?portal_status_message=Your%20changes%20have%20been%20saved

If you can help out with a few dollars, provide a link to your blog, forward this an email or simply send a prayer Lucky's way - then you will win for helping. I have the best readers in the world, and I appreciate you all.

Hmm... It appears there's an all breed dog show at the Novi expo center on Saturday and Sunday this week (my finding out about this is funny, I went to weather.com, checked out the forecase and see that they have a 'petcast' link. That led me to a 'pet events in your area' link and presto- dog show!)

I've never been to a dog show. Anyone want to go with me on Sunday? (Hubby's stupid work is making him work until 4. stupid heads)