“Hey, Zelda! Dog cookies!” pic.twitter.com/1T8wo42gHZ
— Maureen Johnson (@maureenjohnson) February 8, 2018
So, first there was this – “The maple kind?”.
Now there’s this – “Dog wants a kitten.”
Took Bear to our vet yesterday. He weighs 47 pounds. When he’s filled out like he should be, he should be well over 60 – he’s very, very ribly at the moment – it’s hard to see with his coat. The only thing is that he never completely finishes his food. Plus, he’s on meds right now. Once he’s done eating, I have to look through his bowl, pull out missed meds and give them to him in a glob of peanut butter. Fun. Morgan doesn’t mind as she gets PB as well. She really wishes that I’d let her finish all his meals though.
We picked Bear up at the vet yesterday. He needed to be fixed before he could come home with us. They said he’d be a little bit out of it from anesthesia. He and Morgan met and got along well. She wanted to play with him but he’s not supposed to jump around yet due to stitches.
He was wearing the cone of shame this morning and was crashing into everything as he meandered through the house. He’s also just realized that not only is Morgan a fun dog, but she’s a fun girl dog. He has turned into a hump monster. She takes it as playing though and spins out of his lecherous grasp every time. He’s on pain meds so I’m keeping him in his kennel when he’s not outside doing stuff.
As the cone of shame was too destructo – he kept bouncing into everything, we have gotten him a collar of jauntiness. It amuses me.
*Updated – and in the end, the collar of jauntiness does not work on long limbed dogs. Back to Petsmart it will go.
We adopted Morgan a year ago – a year ago exactly, actually. She’s a Lab Dalmation mix – I like to call her a Labmation – and, at 40 pounds, considers herself to be a lapdog. She’s wonderful and a perfect dog for us.
We brought a rescue kitten home on Saturday. She is adorable. As mentioned in the post just below this one, our dog was not appreciative of the new critter in the house. Morgan, who we had previously decided is part feline, due to her love of leaping onto narrow railings, looked like she was possessed whenever presented with the cat. You know how they always show demons on TVs and movies – with their eyes all black and unblinking? That was Morgan. It was kinda scary. (I’d read how there are some dogs who are too prey driven to deal with cats – that would be Morgan apparently.) Kitten is being returned to the rescue group today. She’s 9 weeks old and so freaking cute she’ll be in a new home before the week is out.
So, basically, I rented a cat for the weekend.
We adopted a shelter dog in September. She’s wonderful and we felt that she should have a friend. Decided to try a kitten. Hah. Morgan is a whiny crying mess. If I’m in a room with the kitten, she’s at the door, sounding like the most pitiful creature ever. If I hold the kitten, Morgan sniffs and licks the cat ferociously. I can’t tell if it’s a grooming thing or if she trying to moisten Boo up so she’s easier to eat.
Please let this craziness pass soon.