I think our pug is stressed. Why? It all started a few months back when I discovered my Alberta Mental Health Board stress cow was missing a portion of its head. That tipped me off to the fact that Sasha may have some issues beyond teething. She left more subtle hints like gnawed off corners on the baseboards, rounded edges on the coffee table and neat little nip marks on cross bars of our dining room chairs. Is there something wrong with Sasha? Is she suffering from some mental anguish of which she is trying to tell us? As I observe her rotund form stretched out on the couch, her wide chest rising and lowering in sync with thunderous snores, I come to the realization that Sasha is just a dog, in the adolescent, rebellious phase that the 2 leggers in our family are going through, and she is likely bored. Time for more exercise!
So, out to the park we go with Daig in the lead, Sasha in the centre, and Lucy in the jacket (she makes it about 50' when it's -15C), to have fun romping and playing in the snow. This is something we do often, although never often enough for the two bigger pups. When we're through, it's home to a drink and a crash on the couch until the next round of fun. In this case, the wee hours of Sunday morning. I must regress to tell Tilly's tale first.
Some of you will remember me talking about my friend and coworker, Cody. Cody was a young buck when I first met him and we hit it off right away, once we established who parked where in front of our office. Oh the discussions (ahem) we had. Anyway, Cody shared an English Bulldog with a young lady, her name being Tilly, the hound not the 'ho. Cody filled our coffee breaks with many the story of Tilly's adventures. One of these began with Cody arriving at work on Monday looking extremely fatigued. Now this wasn't anything new for the young man, as he spent many a night with his friends and family, imbibing things of a various nature that usually ended with him worshipping the porcelain god, so we couldn't wait to ear what the story would be this time. Well, it seems Miss Tilly got into a bottle of Castor oil during the night and Cody awoke to a god awful mess. There was crap from one end of the little house to the other (which was probably only 20' or so) and the smell, well, one whiff of that and Cody was down on his knees begging forgiveness from his god to end the suffering. Thankfully for Cody, his partner cleaned the mess and he escaped for some dirt biking or snowmobiling or to some other adventure he used to partake in.
Back to the present ... Upon waking this morning, it would appear that our puggy got herself into the same kind of pickle as Tilly. We found an empty bottle of Natural Massage Oil, the dog bed was covered in some substance and Lucy kept returning to the same spot on the floor to lick and clean. There was a squirt deposited neatly on the puppy pad, and thankfully nothing inside since. Hopefully it's over and done with, although one can never be sure with a pug or teens in the house. LOL
Watched a couple of very interesting movies this weekend: The Final Cut with Robin Williams and the Woodsman with Kevin Bacon. Both very thought provoking movies that I would recommend watching.
Toodles for now!
So, out to the park we go with Daig in the lead, Sasha in the centre, and Lucy in the jacket (she makes it about 50' when it's -15C), to have fun romping and playing in the snow. This is something we do often, although never often enough for the two bigger pups. When we're through, it's home to a drink and a crash on the couch until the next round of fun. In this case, the wee hours of Sunday morning. I must regress to tell Tilly's tale first.
Some of you will remember me talking about my friend and coworker, Cody. Cody was a young buck when I first met him and we hit it off right away, once we established who parked where in front of our office. Oh the discussions (ahem) we had. Anyway, Cody shared an English Bulldog with a young lady, her name being Tilly, the hound not the 'ho. Cody filled our coffee breaks with many the story of Tilly's adventures. One of these began with Cody arriving at work on Monday looking extremely fatigued. Now this wasn't anything new for the young man, as he spent many a night with his friends and family, imbibing things of a various nature that usually ended with him worshipping the porcelain god, so we couldn't wait to ear what the story would be this time. Well, it seems Miss Tilly got into a bottle of Castor oil during the night and Cody awoke to a god awful mess. There was crap from one end of the little house to the other (which was probably only 20' or so) and the smell, well, one whiff of that and Cody was down on his knees begging forgiveness from his god to end the suffering. Thankfully for Cody, his partner cleaned the mess and he escaped for some dirt biking or snowmobiling or to some other adventure he used to partake in.
Back to the present ... Upon waking this morning, it would appear that our puggy got herself into the same kind of pickle as Tilly. We found an empty bottle of Natural Massage Oil, the dog bed was covered in some substance and Lucy kept returning to the same spot on the floor to lick and clean. There was a squirt deposited neatly on the puppy pad, and thankfully nothing inside since. Hopefully it's over and done with, although one can never be sure with a pug or teens in the house. LOL
Watched a couple of very interesting movies this weekend: The Final Cut with Robin Williams and the Woodsman with Kevin Bacon. Both very thought provoking movies that I would recommend watching.
Toodles for now!
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