Tag: Harriet

There is nothing sadder than a sad, sad Boxer.

Harriet has gotten squirrely about taking her Proin. It’s supposed to be tasty and chewable, and for months, I’ve been able to chuck the pill on top of her food, and she’d eat it that way. A couple of weeks ago, something changed, and unbeknownst to me, she started spitting them out. And then she started leaking. And then she started leaking A LOT. So I’ve been trying different ways to pill her without having to force feed them. I can do that, but twice a day for a fairly large pill is not terribly humane, I think.

So, I tried pill pockets. She spit out the pill and ate the pocket. I tried American cheese. She spit out the pill and ate the cheese. I tried Velveeta, thinking that if I molded it around the pill, it would work. She spit out the pill and ate the cheese. I tried coating it in peanut butter. She spit out the pill and licked it clean.

Plan B was to crush the pill, mix it with a little bit of canned food, then mix THAT with her kibble. Thankfully that seems to be acceptable to her, because she’s eating it, and for three days in a row we have had no leaking.

All this meant that I had to wash the couch cushions and their covers. After the cushions dried, I covered them with a waterproof mattress cover, then covered THAT with a (very ugly) cotton duvet cover. I figured that would make clean up easier if she leaked again. The only problem is that now it’s easy to shove the cushions off the couch, which is what she did yesterday. I came home to find her lying on the bare seat support. Today I found her wedged BEHIND the seat cushions.

Oldladydog is going to do as she damned well pleases, which I guess is how it should be.

Happy 14th birthday to Miss Brown! It’s kind of a big deal for a Boxer to live this long.

Oldladydog has EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL. Of course, if there were a real threat out there, she’d be useless. Outside cats, though, are another matter. They must die. They have bushy tails like squirrels, and everyone knows how vile they are.

She’s been in twice to tell me it’s time for bed. I think she’s getting annoyed.

I thought I posted these here, but I guess not. The other morning, while I was in the shower, Harriet dragged the comforter off the bed, into the living room, and made herself a nest. Miss Brown is all about Teh Comfortables, but it was 5am and a little early for me to find it amusing.

Nest-making is something she does fairly regularly. Her most amazing nest was made from two brand spanking new bags of shaved pine cat litter. I thought for sure that cat litter would be of no interest to her, so I left them sitting beside the couch when I went to work. I came home to a mound of cat litter with a Boxer-shaped depression in the center. Again, not very amusing!

These are a few years old. Some things never change, though.

She’d dragged two blankets from a Rubbermaid tub in my bedroom into the studio, and built herself a cozy little nest in the middle of my studio floor. Not bad, considering she doesn’t have opposable thumbs.

Empty Nest

Miss Brown has tested the new sofa and given it her stamp of approval.

Oldladydog Napping