Category Archives: Dog related
Cherry candy…must be shared.
We heard you have cherry candies.
Want.
OOOO mine?
What you mean his?
This has to be mine!
Am I right? This one is mine? Back off buster! This one is mine.
A peek into the dogs’ life at Casa Doggonedmysteries
We had rain and with the rain came a lovely change in temperature. We are once again on the cool side and loving it.
Patty, as I’ve said before, doesn’t like rain. She’s afraid she will melt or something. Gavin doesn’t mind it one bit. It is fun to watch their differences when you take them out.
Patty will dash out under the shelter of the magnolia tree to do her business. Gavin doesn’t vary his routine no matter what the weather. Gavin is very set into his routines. One could almost say the dog has OCD.
If he’s not in his crate napping before 2 in the afternoon he is barking at me to make it so. The same thing with meals at the right time and bed time. Do not deviate from his routine. If you do you suffer his scolding. He’s a hoot.
You all have a good one!
Close encounters of the Bull Terrier kind
This is for Linda.
Over the years, my body has taken great punishment from our bull terriers. Cement block noggins to nose or face are common. Heads rammed into shins and other tender places too.
One time Malcolm stepped directly in front of me at the top of the back porch steps while I was carrying a tray of hot dogs outside to put on the grill. I didn’t see it coming, he never crossed in front of me like that before. Need I say the hot dogs never made it to the grill? I fell over my knee-high road block, flew far enough forward to land half on the lawn and half on the concrete sidewalk without knocking myself unconscious.
My hip slammed into the concrete so hard that I had a hip to knee sized blackened bruise the likes I’d never seen before and hope I never see again.
The Curmudgeon was on the second floor roof and didn’t hear my cries for help. Malcolm did, but he was too busy snarfing down hot dogs to care. Thank goodness my next door neighbor heard me and came to my rescue and helped me to my feet while I took inventory to see what body parts sustained damages. As luck would have it, I didn’t break anything.
The culprit.
Shhhhhhh….
Poor Patty, all worn out from a busy day of barking at the UPS man, snoozing in her crate, and snoozing in Daddy’s chair.
Meanwhile, by seven p.m. Gavin is waiting for someone to tuck him in.
Gated at last.
The gate for the stairs arrived yesterday. Once I got it installed, I stood back, looked at it, and shook my head wondering why the hell I hadn’t bought one a long time ago. It just needs a little more tightening to get the gap out.
It is easy for The Curmudgeon to open and impossible for Gavin or Patty to get through when closed. They are allowed upstairs by invitation only. They don’t mind, they have the couch, The Curmudgeon’s chair, and their crates to snooze on/in. The perfect burglar alarms, they have free run of the entire downstairs.
Gavin likes his crate covered. LOL! It’s the funniest thing to see when he piles out of the crate from under his blanket drape. Patty prefers The Curmudgeon’s chair for most of the night but eventually she heads to her crate.
Next project for me to tackle? Who knows.
You all have a good one!
Mr Doofus cracks me up
Whenever we sit down to our dinner, the pups are in their crates. They’ve done this since they first arrived in our home. (I have enough chaos to contend with all the time, I want my meals chaos free.) Below is what Gavin does as soon as I sit down with my dinner.
Patty just flops down and stares at us. If her Daddy takes too long (I always finish first) Patty will begin a moaning campaign to speed him along. It’s a hoot.
Some days, when I haven’t had a single thing to laugh at, these two pups will find a way to make me giggle.
You all have a good one!
Picture day.
My big brother is an idiot.
What are you waiting for? It’s nap time.
It’s nap time. Close door.
Ahem, I said it’s nap time.
He has no idea that his big butt is in the way.
You all have a good one!
Brat competition
Daddy attention! Fun!!!
Yay! Bully Bongos!
Don’t stop.
Excuse me! He’s mine!!! I want to play bully bongos too!
Ha!
Loving it!
My turn again?
Nope.
Still mine!
Daddy is mine all mine!
Living with Bull Terriers, an owner’s survival guide.
First thing you must do to survive life with a bull terrier is hang on to your sense of humor. If you can’t laugh, then you most certainly will not survive.
Buy cheap furniture so you don’t develop an attachment. Bully owners lose more furniture to their dogs. Yes, I have lost a bent wood rocker, a few sofas, and several chairs to ours over the last 33 years.
If you really love the item, it will have a short life span. They will chew, knock over, break, smash, crunch, maim, anything you think you treasure. Buy replaceable items, do not waste your money on anything that is not mass-produced.
Never say never. “My dog never……..” They will make a liar out of you every time.
When least expected, they will trip you, knock you down, or in some way injure you. Always keep ace bandages and crutches on hand.
Do not believe anything that tells you a toy is indestructible. They will find a way.
That innocent look does not mean they are innocent, start looking for what they’ve destroyed.
Anyone else have some survival tips? You all have a good one!
Heat? What heat? Oh, you mean outside!
Go outside? In this heat? No Mommy we’d rather take up the entire couch and soak up the air conditioning.
When we’re not taking up the couch, we are wrestling with each other…inside. We still don’t want to go out unless we have to go.
All that play makes for tired pups.
No, we don’t want to go out. We’re fine snoozing under the AC.
No, that’s not dirt on my feet, it’s bruises.
I swear I have targets painted on my feet lately. Not a day goes by without Gavin or Patty tramping on them.
Yesterday Gavin jumped up the couch to sit with me and somehow landed on my foot, twisting three toes almost to the breaking point. OUCH! An hour later Patty stomped on the top of the same foot.
You would think that was the end of it, right? You would be wrong. Gavin got me three more times on the same foot. Patty got me twice more on the other one! I think they aim for my feet. I can almost hear them keeping score.
Yet, I still wear my flip-flops because I can’t stand wearing shoes for more than a couple of hours.
You all have a good one.
English: Grown male right foot (angle 1) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Not a dog for everyone
My doctor has his own emergency clinics. This is a good thing because they take you as a walk in any time during the day and up until eleven at night at the one we tend to go to when we need urgent care. When I show up there, they will ask us what the dogs did this time…
As Bull Terrier owners the need for urgent care comes up often. You never know when one will knock you over and cause you a sprained something or other. When they wham you with their cement block heads a broken nose, a black eye, or even a concussion is not out of the realm of possibility.
My dogs have managed to sprain my ankles, wrists, and shoulders. I have skinned knees, fallen ass over tin cups, and I am covered with bruises from them on a daily basis.
These dogs are not for the faint of heart. They are definitely not for everyone. Don’t let their looks and company manners fool you, they are an army of Ninjas out to wreak havoc on humans.
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