Forgot to introduce Ms. Bella. She's a 13-inch Beagle who will be 6 years old on August 11.
Bella came to us from friends in Colorado. Bella behaved like a lot of other beagles, and decided she didn't care for the new baby. Well, the baby is now 3, and Bella was still alternating between being nice and attacking. When she deliberately attacked and bit the baby, Bella had to go.
Have no fear - here is where Bella will stay. My youngest is 27.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Weird things...
...that the dogs do. Yes, my dogs, even the long-term fosters, are strange. Or as my vet put it, my dogs come from shelters, so you can figure there's already something wrong with them.
Bella has her own kennel in the living room. Why not? Sally has her's, and Bella is even smaller. Since Bella is so short (or vertically challenged), I put a small (ie, holds *maybe* two cups) water bowl in her kennel, just in case she can't reach the 5-gallon bucket the big dogs use. So who drinks the water in the small bowl? The Saint Bernard. Two slurps and it's gone and Harley is mournful, depressed and still thirsty. And now Miranda has joined in with the "two slurps and it's gone" water bowl draining.
Bella again. She's gotten used to the big dogs - as in, she no longer hides behind the couch cushions, but instead goes in and out with them. Well, she's learned her lesson about letting off a warning bark in front of the dog door. Three giant monsters come barreling out the door, wanting to know just what had the nerve to invade their territory, and Bella is flattened against the recycling bin.
Bark likes to sleep outside on the back stoop. In the rain.
Miranda will not go to sleep until she gets a (used) snotrag.
Two years she's been here, and Miranda still can not climb a set of stairs.
All the dogs, as a treat, get canned dog food one night a week. It takes Sally three days to stop sulking that her every meal isn't sirloin bits in gravy.
I don't want to know how he does it, but virtually every morning Bark comes in soaking wet. Yes, even when it's not raining.
Local wildlife: 0 The pack: 4+ 1 opossum, 2 birds, 1 snake and countless mice.
Sally firmly believes that she's invisible when she's in her kennel. And she will bitch you out if you disrupt her fantasy.
When scared, Miranda used to hide under the bed. I say used to, because she eventually broke the slats holding the mattress up and brought the bed down on her head. Bed is now on the floor, Miranda has a kennel to hide in.
Harley likes to play a trick on all the other dogs. He lays in the doorways, blocking them entirely. Then he pretends to fall asleep. The other dogs know that, if they step over Harley, he'll get up in their face yelling, so they spend up to 30 minutes trying to figure out how to get past the furry barrier. Meanwhile Harley is watching with one eye open and laughing at them.
Bella has her own kennel in the living room. Why not? Sally has her's, and Bella is even smaller. Since Bella is so short (or vertically challenged), I put a small (ie, holds *maybe* two cups) water bowl in her kennel, just in case she can't reach the 5-gallon bucket the big dogs use. So who drinks the water in the small bowl? The Saint Bernard. Two slurps and it's gone and Harley is mournful, depressed and still thirsty. And now Miranda has joined in with the "two slurps and it's gone" water bowl draining.
Bella again. She's gotten used to the big dogs - as in, she no longer hides behind the couch cushions, but instead goes in and out with them. Well, she's learned her lesson about letting off a warning bark in front of the dog door. Three giant monsters come barreling out the door, wanting to know just what had the nerve to invade their territory, and Bella is flattened against the recycling bin.
Bark likes to sleep outside on the back stoop. In the rain.
Miranda will not go to sleep until she gets a (used) snotrag.
Two years she's been here, and Miranda still can not climb a set of stairs.
All the dogs, as a treat, get canned dog food one night a week. It takes Sally three days to stop sulking that her every meal isn't sirloin bits in gravy.
I don't want to know how he does it, but virtually every morning Bark comes in soaking wet. Yes, even when it's not raining.
Local wildlife: 0 The pack: 4+ 1 opossum, 2 birds, 1 snake and countless mice.
Sally firmly believes that she's invisible when she's in her kennel. And she will bitch you out if you disrupt her fantasy.
When scared, Miranda used to hide under the bed. I say used to, because she eventually broke the slats holding the mattress up and brought the bed down on her head. Bed is now on the floor, Miranda has a kennel to hide in.
Harley likes to play a trick on all the other dogs. He lays in the doorways, blocking them entirely. Then he pretends to fall asleep. The other dogs know that, if they step over Harley, he'll get up in their face yelling, so they spend up to 30 minutes trying to figure out how to get past the furry barrier. Meanwhile Harley is watching with one eye open and laughing at them.
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