Pickles just waltzed up to me with a big, empty Ziploc bag. Not a big deal, except that the bag previously contained bones from the fried chicken I ate for dinner. A speedy investigation revealed that Ty opened the trashcan, removed the bag of bones, ate them, and gave Pickles the bag to lick. Enter panic! I called Ty’s foster… Read more »
We broke down and purchased a Wii system after about 2 weeks of lusting after our friends’ system. It’s the most fun EVER, seriously. But it freaks the dogs out to no end. When we play Wii bowling, every time we knock the pins down, Ty jumps up and starts barking. Just as he calms down, we knock down more… Read more »
Every time we go to the dog park, the other pet moms and dads are blown away by how friendly, nonaggressive, and well socialized Pickles, Ty, and Murphy are. “They listen to you so well!” “They’re so big, but they’re so calm!” “How do you make them listen like that?” The answer? I expect them to do what I tell… Read more »
Ordinarily, we don’t give our dogs any people food, except what falls from the counter while we’re cooking, for instance, but only if we’re slow on the pick-up. But today, we made an exception. Today, we let them lick the serving dish that held all of the turkey, and we poured the leftover gravy over their regular dry food. The… Read more »
(www.meowbarkblog.com) — We’ve opened a new chapter in our ongoing discussion of what my English mastiff puppy, Murphy has ruined. Several weeks ago, he appropriated the cordless phone, which Jesse had left on the coffee table. After hearing crunching sounds, Jesse raced in to find the slobbery phone cracked and chewed, but still functional. He placed it out of Murphy’s… Read more »