This is my good friend Shaggy. He is probably a mixture of Beagle and terrier of some sort; however, it really doesn’t matter as to his breed. He is just a great guy when it comes to running and wrestling at the dog park.
He’s just another example of one of the many great dogs one can find at the shelter. If you are looking for an addition to your family then stop by your local animal shelter or visit one of the many rescue groups found in your area.
It’s summer time and time for us dogs to play outdoors. We run and play chase with our friends at the park, chase and catch the frisbee, and just roll around in the grass. However we (especially brachycephalic dogs such as pugs, bulldogs, boston terriers, and pekingese) and our families must take precautions not to become overheated or dehydrated (even while swimming). That means that we must drink plenty of cool water and take time to rest and cool off (preferably in a shady area). So remember whatever you are doing this summer, take a short break and have water available for both you and your family.
PS: Make sure they drink out of their own bowl.
Understanding and Preventing Heat Stroke in Dogs
Know the Signs of Heat Exhaustion in Dogs
I’m sad to say that next week Louie will be moving to California. He was one of my first friends that I met at Pawm Springs Dog Park in Sugar Land. Over the past year we spent many evenings chasing each other and wrestling in the grass.
Wrestling with Louie was really a challenge since he was the largest Bichon Frisé I have ever met. He weighed in at 25 pounds which for him was about right. He was just a large guy. We will miss him and his happy bubbly personality, however; we know that California was his original home.
Louie, good luck to you in your new home in California.
April 15th. Time to do my Federal Income Tax.
I’d better finish this since today is April 15th, which is the deadline for mailing in my federal tax forms. Let’s see, I need to enter my adjusted gross income on line 38, then subtract line 40 from 38, multiply $3700 by the number on line 6d.
After that, count the toes on my front paws and divide that into line 43 and enter that number on line 44 and multiply it by the spots on my stomach and enter that number on line 55. Then subtract line 62 from 55 and that is what I owe.
Are you kidding!!! I owe that!!! Sixteen bones – I owe 16 bones. What is the IRS thinking! Are they thinking I’m made of bones? Come to think of it I guess I am, sort of.
Well, I‘ll have to go dig them up and send them in today. Maybe next year I can count AJ, the cat, as a dependent. Probably not, since dogs don’t have cats and cats don’t have dogs. I would have a difficult time convincing the IRS on that one.
Whew! I’m finally finished. I think I’ll go downstairs and reward myself with a stiff drink and a chicken chew. Good thing that this income tax process only comes once a year. Good luck on your taxes. See y’all later at the dog park.
March 2013
Color me tan and white. Well, sort of. Lately, my gray and black fur has been turning from a grayish black to a tan. I’m sure some of you wished you could transform your gray to a youthful blonde or black.
You want to know how I did it?
Well, I don’t exactly know. If I did then I could package it, sell it, and make a fortune. Alas, it’s probably only in my genes. All I know is that beginning in January, my fur started to change color. (My mom says that most puppies coats change or that it can be due to diet or the sun.)
No matter the color of your fur, just enjoy it, as it’s nature’s way of protecting our skin from the cold, the sun, and the environment.
The black and gray me. Picture taken fall of 2012.
This is Rambo, my friend that I met at the dog park. Rambo is a blue and tan dachshund that was born as a litter of one. He is still a puppy. He is now over a year old, full of energy, and loves to run and play at the park. His coat of fur is more of a steel blue, which is more colorful in the sun light. He was very active that day which made it difficult to capture a picture of him in the sun.
Yes Rambo, you are blue.
When I was running and playing at the dog park last week, I came across this cutie. At first I couldn’t figure out what breed she was. I knew she didn’t come from the shelter like me so I figured she was probably Pug or a Boston Terrier. Well, I was wrong on both guesses: she was a fourteen week old French Bull Dog.
This was her first visit to the dog park so it was both an exciting and frightening experience. Momo would run with us dog for a few minutes then she would realize that she was alone with all these other dogs. Then she would run back to her mom or any other person sitting in the grass and then jump in their arms for safety. It will take more visits to the dog park before she becomes more comfortable with the rest of us. When you see us dogs running, chasing each other, and wrestling then you can understand that this could be overwhelming for a puppy who is just learning her way around in this world. I told the rest of the dogs that we needed to be nice and gentle with her since one day she is going to grow up and be stronger and faster than us. Just take a close look at her large ears and paws and you’ll see what I mean. See ya at the park.
Ellie Running from Jennifer Cabla on Vimeo
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Video of what I like to do the most at the dog park, that is, run. This video is of my friend, Penny, the beagle, chasing me. We can do this at the dog park since it is enclosed with a chain link fence. This keeps us from running into the street and getting struck by an automobile. When we run we go where ever our fast legs will take us. To all you dogs out there, let your legs send you flying care free through the grass at the dog park. See y’all there and bring your running game.
Ellie going up the attic stairs . . . or not.
My family had to do some maintenance in the attic. So my Grandad opened the attic and pulled down this ladder. He went up the ladder to work in the attic. I thought he could use my help so I decided to follow him.
After all how hard could it be to walk up this ladder thing? Well, not so difficult going up; however, going down was another matter. See us dogs are used to leading off with our front paws and going down the ladder requires us to lead with our back paws. Not so easy.
I did manage to make it back down; however, I think I’ll let him handle the attic work on his own. I’ll just bark up my advice to him from the floor level. After all, what goes up must come down and down I’ll stay.
Ellie barking her advice to Grandad
Hey, stop! My frisbees are in there!
Yesterday my mom decided that my cloth toys needed to be washed – especially my two frisbees. These frisbees have been tossed about at the dog park, caught by me and other dogs with our mouths, and then pulled and dragged in a tug of war. Well you get the picture – with the dirt and dog saliva, they were filthy. So Mom gathered up the frisbees and all the other cloth toys and placed them in the washer. I never thought about cleaning my toys. After all I get a bath, and my food and water bowls, and bedding are washed; however, I never thought about cleaning my toys. So gather up your cloth toys, inspect the label, and wash them according to the instructions. Those that cannot be washed or cleaned should be tossed in the trash. Clean toys will insure your health and safety and will keep your home safe and clean.
Have fun, play hard, and see y’all at the dog park.
It’s nice to have my clean and fresh smelling frisbee back. Let me see? Who is that over there? I wonder if they would like to play tug of war with a clean frisbee.
