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Blogging About BABY
Page Nine
Page Nine
30. Friday, January 2, 2009
Well, it is total love. Baby loves my Muslim hosted granddaughter.
As we wrapped dishes in newspaper, Baby kept handing her toys to my
granddaughter for wrapping. She dropped her monkey into the boxes that we
were filling to ship out and handed her chewed up teddy bear to her over 20
times.
She has this habit of handing you a toy by pressing it against your leg while she
still nibbles on it, thus nibbling on your leg at the same time. Her idea of tiny little
love bites, but not enjoyed by young ladies of sensitive nerves.
I had to lock Baby in the house if we were to get anything done. She sat on the
other side of the door crying, but that was less of a problem. She gave up and
left to nap.
This young lady says that all animals love her. What a lovely thing to know about
yourself. But, this is her first Rottweiller/Aussie Cattle Dog mix and she is a bit
overwhelmed. The other dogs left her alone today.
We are two boxes away from finishing our main task. 100 pounds more of
packed items and we are done.
31. Friday, January 16, 2009
I was just about to go to bed when I found a dead monkey on my knee.
My dogs try to communicate with me in funny ways. Today we were all a bit
touchy.
About an hour ago, I remember Baby coming over to me and then I turned away.
I have been sitting here at the computer with her monkey toy on my knee for an
hour.
She gives me her monkey periodically and I'm not sure why.
It is just a really nice gesture and made me smile from ear to ear just now.
I heard her heave a big sigh from over on her futon.
Bedtime for everyone. 'Nite.
Well, it is total love. Baby loves my Muslim hosted granddaughter.
As we wrapped dishes in newspaper, Baby kept handing her toys to my
granddaughter for wrapping. She dropped her monkey into the boxes that we
were filling to ship out and handed her chewed up teddy bear to her over 20
times.
She has this habit of handing you a toy by pressing it against your leg while she
still nibbles on it, thus nibbling on your leg at the same time. Her idea of tiny little
love bites, but not enjoyed by young ladies of sensitive nerves.
I had to lock Baby in the house if we were to get anything done. She sat on the
other side of the door crying, but that was less of a problem. She gave up and
left to nap.
This young lady says that all animals love her. What a lovely thing to know about
yourself. But, this is her first Rottweiller/Aussie Cattle Dog mix and she is a bit
overwhelmed. The other dogs left her alone today.
We are two boxes away from finishing our main task. 100 pounds more of
packed items and we are done.
31. Friday, January 16, 2009
I was just about to go to bed when I found a dead monkey on my knee.
My dogs try to communicate with me in funny ways. Today we were all a bit
touchy.
About an hour ago, I remember Baby coming over to me and then I turned away.
I have been sitting here at the computer with her monkey toy on my knee for an
hour.
She gives me her monkey periodically and I'm not sure why.
It is just a really nice gesture and made me smile from ear to ear just now.
I heard her heave a big sigh from over on her futon.
Bedtime for everyone. 'Nite.
32. Fry's food market had a large container of bone slices with marrow and I bought it and gave each one a
small bone to chew out. However, only Autumn held on longest to her bone. Baby took her own bone to her futon
and chewed awhile and then remembered other bones being passed out, went outside and took Mosinha's and
came back inside.
Her head went up when she recalled Autumn, her dog toy, and went outside to take that one, too. Autumn had
already done a good job on it, however.
Baby is now on the futon with all bones. Next time, I shall put Autumn in the bathroom and Mosinha in the
bedroom, to let them get more of the marrow first.
33. Monday, February 16, 2009
Babysitting a pampered sweet Pomapoo 5 mo. old pup, OMG!
The doggie road to friendship is a rocky one and it gets nippy on it, upon occasion.
Baby was so jealous of little baby Max that she kept her fur up on her shoulders or ‘gave him the crazy dog eye’
when he looked at her. She stood in front of the chair where he rested on his little bed next to me when I was on
the computer and just poked him with one paw, delicately stretching it out to just tap his nose and send him over
the edge, snapping at her.
She stood back each time, a funny look on her face, head tipped to one side, while little Max ranted from the
chair and then when he had settled back on it and heaved a sigh, closing his baby eyes and trying to nap again,
she would quietly walk over, hesitantly lift her paw towards him, pulling it back a few times, remembering the
snaps that came before and were about to come again, and then TAPPED him again on the nose. This went on
until locked Baby in the back garden.
Periodically, I threw little Max to the wolves as they would have to work it out sometime. I stood by and he hid
between my legs often in the beginning. I decided to kick Baby’s soccer ball to her to distract her from standing
over Max like a bad Godzilla movie. She cannot resist the BALL.
Soon, Max was running next to her as Mosinha always does. All three ran after the ball and then ran back as
Baby carried it in her mouth and dropped it at my feet. Max learned to step back and anticipate the kick and then
race away with the pack.
One time he made his own macho grab for the ball before Baby got it. Max’s teeth stuck to it and he rolled over
and over as the ball continued on its path, a white furry thing stuck to it. I had to laugh out loud.
On a later mad dash over the brick porch, after the ball, he launched himself off the porch’s edge and flew a few
feet before hitting the ground again and continuing after the ball. An athletic dog was born.
Not much later he was nipping at the ball trying to get it again before Baby did, so she stuck her paw out as she
ran, tripped him and sent him rolling off to the side.
Another time, having captured the ball, Baby stood still before running back to me, ball in mouth, looked down at
panting Max below her and dropped the ball on his head, making him yelp and jump back.
He also refused to eat his own puppy food, awaited his spoonfuls of Pedigree from the can each a.m. that my
dogs waited for, taking his place in the spooning line. I kept putting their bowl away to keep him out of it and
locked him into the bathroom with his own food and water, but he just took naps in there, freed from Baby’s
attentions.
I gave my DIL a very dirty dog back, but one who now knows his place in the pack and who did a good job of
standing up to naughty Baby. Max the fluffy white, five month old Pomapoo is The Man.
34. Thursday, October 22, 2009
Baby is eating my new leather sofa and she still lives, amazing...
I have an idea of how to stop it and fix it and make it almost okay for public viewing,
but that all depends upon future money, so for now, I turned the darned thing to the wall,
covered it with a thick quilt and put a coffee table onto the seating area, gosh darn it.
I am now googling dog poisons online, NOT........but maybe dentistry.
I could pull all of her teeth, yeah.......or super glue.......her cute lips shut.
Visualize me running screaming down the lane, screaming,
" leather sofas are too tasty !!!"
small bone to chew out. However, only Autumn held on longest to her bone. Baby took her own bone to her futon
and chewed awhile and then remembered other bones being passed out, went outside and took Mosinha's and
came back inside.
Her head went up when she recalled Autumn, her dog toy, and went outside to take that one, too. Autumn had
already done a good job on it, however.
Baby is now on the futon with all bones. Next time, I shall put Autumn in the bathroom and Mosinha in the
bedroom, to let them get more of the marrow first.
33. Monday, February 16, 2009
Babysitting a pampered sweet Pomapoo 5 mo. old pup, OMG!
The doggie road to friendship is a rocky one and it gets nippy on it, upon occasion.
Baby was so jealous of little baby Max that she kept her fur up on her shoulders or ‘gave him the crazy dog eye’
when he looked at her. She stood in front of the chair where he rested on his little bed next to me when I was on
the computer and just poked him with one paw, delicately stretching it out to just tap his nose and send him over
the edge, snapping at her.
She stood back each time, a funny look on her face, head tipped to one side, while little Max ranted from the
chair and then when he had settled back on it and heaved a sigh, closing his baby eyes and trying to nap again,
she would quietly walk over, hesitantly lift her paw towards him, pulling it back a few times, remembering the
snaps that came before and were about to come again, and then TAPPED him again on the nose. This went on
until locked Baby in the back garden.
Periodically, I threw little Max to the wolves as they would have to work it out sometime. I stood by and he hid
between my legs often in the beginning. I decided to kick Baby’s soccer ball to her to distract her from standing
over Max like a bad Godzilla movie. She cannot resist the BALL.
Soon, Max was running next to her as Mosinha always does. All three ran after the ball and then ran back as
Baby carried it in her mouth and dropped it at my feet. Max learned to step back and anticipate the kick and then
race away with the pack.
One time he made his own macho grab for the ball before Baby got it. Max’s teeth stuck to it and he rolled over
and over as the ball continued on its path, a white furry thing stuck to it. I had to laugh out loud.
On a later mad dash over the brick porch, after the ball, he launched himself off the porch’s edge and flew a few
feet before hitting the ground again and continuing after the ball. An athletic dog was born.
Not much later he was nipping at the ball trying to get it again before Baby did, so she stuck her paw out as she
ran, tripped him and sent him rolling off to the side.
Another time, having captured the ball, Baby stood still before running back to me, ball in mouth, looked down at
panting Max below her and dropped the ball on his head, making him yelp and jump back.
He also refused to eat his own puppy food, awaited his spoonfuls of Pedigree from the can each a.m. that my
dogs waited for, taking his place in the spooning line. I kept putting their bowl away to keep him out of it and
locked him into the bathroom with his own food and water, but he just took naps in there, freed from Baby’s
attentions.
I gave my DIL a very dirty dog back, but one who now knows his place in the pack and who did a good job of
standing up to naughty Baby. Max the fluffy white, five month old Pomapoo is The Man.
34. Thursday, October 22, 2009
Baby is eating my new leather sofa and she still lives, amazing...
I have an idea of how to stop it and fix it and make it almost okay for public viewing,
but that all depends upon future money, so for now, I turned the darned thing to the wall,
covered it with a thick quilt and put a coffee table onto the seating area, gosh darn it.
I am now googling dog poisons online, NOT........but maybe dentistry.
I could pull all of her teeth, yeah.......or super glue.......her cute lips shut.
Visualize me running screaming down the lane, screaming,
" leather sofas are too tasty !!!"
35. Thursday, February 25, 2010
I pity the doggies. I have been so ill that I am no longer any fun.
I hurt too much to kick the darned soccer ball much anymore with Baby. I can't get them all to the Dog Park
anymore, so I just don't go. Not a good choice, I know. One at a time, I should do.
Baby is her usual self and Mosinha has gone postal about taking over most things.
The neighbor's dog, Cotton, a Llhasa Apso (?), in the guest house, has caused my two virgin girls to go into heat,
at the same time. Life is crazy, they are true bad girls now, biting and fighting and BS.
I have purchased a $16 velcro'd on diaper belt for Cotton and that pretty much stops his marking my furniture and
jumping my girls, though they stand two stories above him. He growls when he comes in, I stop him, and belt him,
but then he trots off happily, glad to be allowed inside again.
I read about free spaying at the Humane Society. Be there at 7 a.m. to stand in line.
Well, I went at 5 a.m. and the line went all the way down the block. They were only accepting 30 dogs, so I
U-turned and laughed my way out of there. I bought Mosinha a hot dog, as she had eaten nothing since the day
before. I know she wondered what the heck we were doing. She barked out the window at all the dogs.
Autumn and Cotton have taken a cotton to the front garden. I Like them out there, too. No worries. No doggie
conflicts, Autumn is spayed and amused by Cotton, but short tempered with him as she is about 6 and he is 1. So,
he gives up irritating and life is good.
So much doggie paper work to do before leaving for Mexico.
Two maestros from Mexico came over and Baby kept bringing them her ball, so she liked that. They were amused
that American dogs play soccer.
I pity the doggies. I have been so ill that I am no longer any fun.
I hurt too much to kick the darned soccer ball much anymore with Baby. I can't get them all to the Dog Park
anymore, so I just don't go. Not a good choice, I know. One at a time, I should do.
Baby is her usual self and Mosinha has gone postal about taking over most things.
The neighbor's dog, Cotton, a Llhasa Apso (?), in the guest house, has caused my two virgin girls to go into heat,
at the same time. Life is crazy, they are true bad girls now, biting and fighting and BS.
I have purchased a $16 velcro'd on diaper belt for Cotton and that pretty much stops his marking my furniture and
jumping my girls, though they stand two stories above him. He growls when he comes in, I stop him, and belt him,
but then he trots off happily, glad to be allowed inside again.
I read about free spaying at the Humane Society. Be there at 7 a.m. to stand in line.
Well, I went at 5 a.m. and the line went all the way down the block. They were only accepting 30 dogs, so I
U-turned and laughed my way out of there. I bought Mosinha a hot dog, as she had eaten nothing since the day
before. I know she wondered what the heck we were doing. She barked out the window at all the dogs.
Autumn and Cotton have taken a cotton to the front garden. I Like them out there, too. No worries. No doggie
conflicts, Autumn is spayed and amused by Cotton, but short tempered with him as she is about 6 and he is 1. So,
he gives up irritating and life is good.
So much doggie paper work to do before leaving for Mexico.
Two maestros from Mexico came over and Baby kept bringing them her ball, so she liked that. They were amused
that American dogs play soccer.
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