Thursday, September 10, 2009

Circle of Life running counterclockwise

Check out this video (if you haven't seen it already, it's long, but well worth the 8 minutes.) It's a shaky safari video, but what they capture is amazing. Watch it. It's the food chain playing "crack the whip."

If you've seen it before, I know you'll want to watch it again.







Good Boy, Gonzo. Let's go on safari in the backyard. (Haven't cut the grass in a week, so it's practically the same.)



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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

It's the little things


Not too long ago, our boy was sick. My husband and I had just come back from the beach, and the week before we all had been to the mountains (the one vacation Gonzo can take with us.) The night we got back it has hot, hot, hot! so I didn't really get too concerned about our boy's super red ears and hot foot pads. The next morning though, his ears had a rash, and his body had bright red circles all over any area that touched the floor. A quick Google search, and I thought we were dealing with a contact dermatitis from the kennel. I got some holistic rash shampoo and creme, and bathed and treated our boy. His spirits were high and he had no lack of energy or appetite, so I thought, "Well, we'll see how's he's doing tomorrow, and call the vet if it gets any worse."

Well, our boy got a lot worse overnight. His poor ears were caked and the rash was now everywhere. I called the vet, and she said bring him in. I explained everything, and she pointed out that the rash wasn't really external, as there were no raised areas. She ran tests to make sure it wasn't mountain tick related, and she determined that it was vasculitis of an unknown origin. Our boy had to take a low dose of antibiotic for a month. Getting him to take the medicine inside a treat was easy, but getting him to eat his meals wasn't. The antibiotics killed our boy's appetite.

Since all Gonzo wanted to eat were the treats, I crumbled up bacon treats into the smallest crumbs and put that in the bottom of the dog dish before putting the dry on top. He would tear through the meal to get to the treats, and viola! no problem.

However, now that he is all better, he still wants his treat in the bottom of his dish. I am now in the habit of obliging, and am now training my husband to do the same.


Good Boy, Gonzo. He just doesn't do it right, does he? (We love him anyway, hmm?)


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Tuesday, September 8, 2009

He made it!


Well, I made it through the first day back to work. Actually, I had a great day, and I think I'm going to like it there. On top of it all, I played a scratch-off lottery ticket on the way home, and won $40. Whoo-hoo, triple word score!

What about our boy, one might ask? Oh, Gonzo made it through the day with flying colors (and no accidents.) Right now, he's staring down the double chocolate muffin that my husband is eating. ( "I am willing you to drop the muffin....droooop the muffin.....) I don't think he even remembers that there was no one here all day anymore.


Good Boy, Gonzo. C'mon, let's go watch some tv before I leave.

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Monday, September 7, 2009

First day on the new job

I start my new job today. Just a tad nervous. It's like the first day of school all over again, complete with new clothes. I hope I do well. Mostly, I hope Gonzo transitions well.

Found this on YouTube and thought you would enjoy. It's advertising a show on BBC called Walk on the Wild Side.



Make sure to watch the rest of the adverts from the BBC as well; funny stuff (especially the prairie dogs)!

Good boy, Gonzo. I'll be home soon.

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Nice doggie!

Well, truth be told, I find our boy a never ending source of entertainment. Even the simple act of giving him a treat could turn into a game of "nicer than that..." where Gonzo becomes increasingly gentle in his treat-taking, until I have to actually drop the treat into his open mouth. I like this game, because I can say,"Nicer than that," even before he is given a treat from someone else. Saves the minute possiblity that our boy might scare my nieces by snapping away an offered treat.


I think the most popular game around here is the, "Find it!" game. Gonzo is ushered out into the enclosed porch, and we close the door. Then either my husband or I will hide a good treat, usually something that takes awhile to chew down, somewhere in the house. Then we open the door, our boy charges in, and Super-Snoot is on the case! Almost always, our boy will check the place we hid the treat last time. But he'll run up and down the stairs, around the whole house, alternately nose in the air, and to the floor, with us calling, "Finditfinditfindit!" He'll free stand on his hind legs to smell the counters in the kitchen, jump on the sofa to smell the cushions, jump across the bed for the sheer fun of it...oh, it's a blast to watch.


Some times the game lasts longer than others, especially that time my husband hid a BusyBone on the windowsill in our bedroom...even with my husband's coaching, it took him almost 10 minutes to find it. I think the wind was blowing in the window and the treat's scent wafted throughout the room, and confused poor Super-Snoot. (I have often said while Gonzo has ran right past the treat that if I were to ever get lost in the mountains, that my husband should not send our boy to find me.)We usually play this game at night after dinner and it uses up all Gonzo's extra energy. Our boy gets all tuckered up, and we all sleep well.



Good Boy, Gonzo. Bloodhounds have nothing on you, huh, boy?



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Sunday, September 6, 2009

Canine voiceover work

(I got this off youtube; this isn't my video.)


I start my new job on Tuesday, and I've decided to keep my extremely part time job, but I've realized that I have been employed here at home for a while. I do voice over work for Gonzo. Most pet owners do this; I have heard people confess to it often. What I find odd is how accurate it seems to be, based on our boy's reactions.

Some of it, I admit, is conversational; I will pretend our boy is Lassie, that Timmy's fallen down the well again and Gonzo's telling me to bring an extension ladder and a rope. Usually, he just wants a treat, but he really gets animated.
Some of it, is rabble-rousing; I will tell our boy that I am closer to my husband than he is and Gonzo will eventually climb on top of my husband to be closer than I am. "I'm closer than you are," "I'm closer," "I am," "no, I am..." until my husband is buried under a pile of dog.
Some of it is narrative, like saying,"Stretch it out, stretch it out, waaaaay out!" in a cheerleader's cadence while our boy does his post-nap four leg stretch. (That one makes my sister-in-law laugh every time.)
But the best ones are usually when we have company and our boy's playing the clown. It always cracks me up when I translate our boy's actions in words and our company responds to Gonzo as if he actually had spoken. I must be good at my job, don't you think?

Good Boy, Gonzo. Canine mime? Dog Charades? You act it out, and I'll tell them what it means.

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