I sleep with one eye open.
Tag: Harriet
Before and After
She’s home and she looks good. She must be feeling pretty good, too, because the first thing she did when she walked in the door was chase the cats. That’s my girl!
The Return of the Schwannoma
The house guest from hell has returned. It’s scheduled for eviction on Friday. I’m crossing my fingers and toes that the surgery goes well, because while she’s in pretty good health, she’s an OLD LADY dog, and old dogs just aren’t as sturdy as young ones. In the meantime, she’s being spoiled rotten. I’ve also scheduled some time off work next week, so that I can stay home with her.
Begging Beggar Dog
“Hello, ma’am. I’d like to talk to you about that sandwich you’re eating.”
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Miss Brown is also not a fan of the rain. There has been much sighing and whining this evening.
The Floor Is Lava
The carpet cleaners came today, so the floors are a little damp. Harriet is disgusted, so she’s keeping her feet dry by sleeping on the bed.
Sleepyhead
The weather has been cool and drizzly and perfect for napping.
Miss Brown
Unrelated story: On my way home from the grocery store this afternoon, I got stuck behind a car that had stopped smack in the middle of the road. Thankfully there was no sidewalk, and it was a residential area, so I was able to go around by driving partly on the grass. (Sorry, neighbor person!) As I was passing the car, I looked to see why it was stopped. The driver was texting. Now, I’m glad she stopped. It’s dangerous to text while driving, and it’s against the law to do so. So that part was good. The middle of the street part, not so much. PULL OVER, LADY.
After the Rain
After the Rain
Harriet went to the vet today, for her rabies shot and an exam. They took blood and urine, to rule our any issues before starting her on PPA. Hopefully the results of the blood work will be in on Monday, and I can pick up a prescription then. Leaky old dog is LEAKY, and we are both getting tired of it. Other than that, she is in really good condition, especially considering her age and breed. Boxers just don’t tend to live this long, so we’re very lucky.
Also, if you are sitting in the vet’s waiting room with your dog, please don’t repeatedly yell, “SIT! SIT! SIT!” at her. If she doesn’t know the command, then raising your voice is like yelling at someone who doesn’t speak English. It’s unhelpful and rude. If she does know the command, then repeating it is ineffective and will undermine her training. Worse, smacking her for not obeying will out you as an abusive asshole. It might also freak out the other dogs in the room who are behaving themselves.
I swear, I hate people sometimes. I had to turn Harriet around and stuff dog food in her face to calm her down after that. And really, the other dog wasn’t even behaving badly. She was clearly stressed out, but she was just standing there and minding her own business. There was no need to micro-manage her and make her feel more insecure. In that sort of situation, your dog is looking to you for cues on how to behave. If you’re telling her that there’s something to be afraid of, she’ll believe you. And if you are the thing she’s being told to fear, then you are also betraying her trust.
The Cat Police
Remember, cats are made of eeevil, so you should NEVER take your eyes off them. Even if that means stomping on people’s feet to get a better vantage point.
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