Cats, Cats, Cats

Well, it has been a long time in between writing. So many things have happened in my life. Today my Mum just happened to mention cats and I stopped dead in my tracks. I could hardly contain myself. My Mum said my eyes got really big. I would really like to have one to play with, but Mummy is very allergic to them (whatever that means). I think she gets very sick when around them.

Why am I fascinated? Well, first of all they give off a really nice odor. I can smell them a mile away. I can tell if they come on my porch and sniff the steps every morning to find the tell tale signs of them. Also, they run free and don't wear a leash. And they look at me as if to say catch me if you can. I am at a disadvantage, because I can't get out of my yard.  I cornered a cat in my yard one time but I didn't know what to do. Daddy came and took me away.  All I want to do is play with them.

When I go on 36th street in Baltimore there is this one particular cat that sits and lies down in a shop window. When I go on a walk with my parents I look for him. I can hear him hissing through the window. I always have to race to get to see him. I wonder what he would do if I managed to touch him.

I have not been brought up with cats so I suppose I will not get too near to them, but I can look and feel the rush of spotting one each day.

 

Cat in window on 36th Street. Jeesh!!!!

 

 

This is what I do when I do some cat watching.

 

Tale 14 - The Snip

Hello Everybody!!! It's been a long time since my last tale. I have been very busy as only a standard poodle would be. This tale is a difficult part of my life, because I was very unhappy and in pain so I will try and relate my story.

One day in October, my parents took me to my doctor or vet as they called it. The vet took me in their back room without my parents. I was okay about this, but I felt a bit strange without them there. They took some blood from me. And then I just waited. Before I knew it my parents were there.

I was told later by my parents that I had a high liver count and that was why I went home so quickly. My Mom had been feeding me duck tenderloins as treats and she thought that was why I had problems with my liver. I absolutely LOVED them, but I could not have them any longer. Also Mum found out that they were from China which of course I knew nothing about. I only knew my home in upstate New York. My Dad who was good at baking started making me liver treats and I was very happy to have them. I soon forgot about the duck tenderloins.

Before I knew it I was back at the vets. I had some blood taken from me again. Everything was alright.  Then suddenly I felt a little prick and then I don't remember anything that happened. When I woke up, I felt tired, a little lighter on the back end with a little pain. I was walking but not so straight. The vet put on this thing on my neck.  Boy did I hate it!

My parents did not think that the collar was working very well so they put some fabric on my butt. If I could get to it I would chew it all up, because I LOVE fabric. They also sprayed the underpants with bitter apple which I DETEST. I had to wear these underpants for two weeks and my parents were always laughing every time they saw me.

I am so glad that I don't have to wear the underpants anymore. I can feel the wind between my legs. I still like to sniff doggies' butts,  and sit in the sun with my willy out.  After all that's said and done I still like a good bitch.

P.S. My Mummy thinks this is a little bit coarse, but what the _ _ _ _

This is me after the snip.

This is me on the catwalk

 

 

 

 

 

 

I must say I like a bit of trash

 

 

 



Tale 13 - No Picnic for Lichen (continued)

To continue from last week, I couldn't run for three weeks. I could only go out for potty breaks. What was I to do for all that time. For me, it was all the same  to continue playing and running. I would just hurt a lot. Because of the pain, I had trouble keeping my head up, but to give up play and running was not on my agenda. You see I was still a young thing and that is what young things do.

My parents had other plans however. They watched me continually. First of all, from the previous tale I told you that they took me on trips in the car down to Ithaca. I liked that very  much. One day they gave me a large box and I could tear it apart on the porch. I LOVED that. The box kept me occupied for a long time. I really took pleasure in tasting the cardboard in my mouth and seeing the box become smaller and smaller. It brought a smile to my face and I forgot about my pain.

My parents gave me bully sticks. My mouth waters every time I think of them. They also taught me lots of tricks like high five, paw, roll over, stay, back, leave it etc. in a training session every evening. I caught on very quickly especially since I got a treat after each trick. I LOVE those treats.

Also my parents started playing a game called Find Cheese. I had to sit outside the mud room and wait for either my Mum and Dad to hide the cheese. I then had to find it by my nose.

Before I knew it, I was better. I don't want to go through that again.

Here I am tearing apart the box.

 

 

 

 Here is a photo of me looking for bugs which is a favorite pastime of mine

 

 

 

Another of me with a bully stick

 

 

 

A video of me finding tasty cheese.

 

 

 

Here I am rolling over for Mum. I got tired of that.

 

 

And the last video is of me Turning on a Box.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOHlVg2rT-8

 

 

 

Tale 12 - No Picnic for Lichen

Happy New Year everybody! I don't know what that means, but I heard Mummy and Daddy saying it to each other.

Well, I  have been avoiding telling this story, because just the thought of it brings back pain to me.  I LOVED the dog park so much, particularly the chase of all sorts of dogs. One day in early summer, I was having so much fun running at the dog park. There were so many dogs. I was having difficulty deciding which dog to play and run. I was flitting from one dog to the next. This dog park was especially big so I could really pick up speed. I was running around the trees which were in the shade. One very little dog caught my eye and I started running after him. We were running circles around the picnic table and kicking up dust. I only had eyes for this dog and all of a sudden WHAM I hit the broken side of the picnic table. I don't remember much but the pain was so bad. I screamed and screamed and suddenly Daddy was there holding me. I was in so much pain. My parents said the sound I was making was so horrible.

My shoulder was in such pain, but I managed to get up. Daddy and mummy were so concerned and they took me to what they call a hospital. Several people with white coats came to look at me. I was still hurting but I didn't want to show it. These people felt me all over and I was made to walk several times. I tried my best because I liked these new people.

My parents told me that I had to rest and couldn't play ball which I very much wanted to do. All I could do was go out to do my business, sleep and eat. BORING!!!! Even though I must admit eating is fun.

I then visited my vet the next day and she told my parents that I must rest for THREE WEEKS. One day is too long for me. I don't know what three weeks is but I think it is a lot of one days. The vet said I had a shoulder soft tissue injury. I said to myself I am going to be more careful next time if I ever get to run again. I think I have learned my lesson.  I have to take note of things like picnic tables while running.

My parents told me they were going to start a new program for me so that life would be more interesting without running and playing. The first thing they did was start taking me on round trips in the car down to Ithaca and the harbor. There were other things which they started doing which will take another story. So stay tuned. TO BE CONTINUED.

Here I am in the car with the windows open:

 

 

Here I am at the harbor after the ride. I couldn't take walks, runs etc. but I could look at the boats and the beautiful water.

 

 

Here I am under house rest. Hard to keep me down. I feel sorry just a little bit for my parents.

 

 

 

Here is a taste of what will happen next. Try to guess!!!