Furry Antics-Tuesday, October 31, 2006-1:48AM
After a full night of social adventures I slept most of the day away. I got in bed at 8am Monday morning and got up various times during the day to take care of the Three Stooges Captain, Gracie and Bella. Bella and Captain have come to an understanding of sorts. If he leaves something in the bowl she can have it. Never walk under him from tale to head expecting to steal food without the possibility of being barked at and chased away. Since Captain never leaves anything in his bowl she skips right to just staying away. Right now she’s sitting at his empty bowl longingly, wondering why it is that her patience was not rewarded with a crumb. She looks at him, looks at the bowl then back at him with pure disappointment in her eyes. She wanted meatloaf too. Poor baby. After reading about Velvet Sacks’ close call with her meatloaf I started craving meatloaf so I had to make one. It was okay I guess. Cap didn’t complain and neither did the company who scarfed it like they had never eaten a meal before in their lives. The first night all Cap got was the bread I put at the bottom of the pan to soak up any grease. He enjoyed it though. It was gone in no time flat.
Cap is my breathing vacuum cleaner. If I drop food on the floor I let him do the enhaling thing. No worries that I dropped carrots and peas on the floor, Cap will get it. No worries that I spilled a spoon of sugar on the floor, Cap’ll get it. I don’t even have to replace vacuum bags. I give a simple “good boy” and go about my business. That’s what I call cleaning these days, Cap’ll get it. He takes care of the crumbs that I leave in the bed when I do my night time eating. That’s my boy, always willing to help out.
When I start the sweeper the only one that didn’t run was Bella. I think she and Grace had a talk and now Bella runs when I turn on the sweeper. I think Gracie taught her to be afraid of it because at first Bella wasn’t even fazed by the vacuum cleaner. Well, the other day when I was running the monster machine I decided to also sweep Bella’s toy bear rug teddy bear. It’s kinda big and it lays flat on its belly like a bear rug. She gets on it and does the kneading thing then falls asleep right on the bears head. I figured it was about time I vacuumed that thing just in case dander was trying to live in it or something. When I detached the hose and put it on the bears head she looked like she was going to fall over dead. NO, NOT MY BEAR! Ai, caramba! Bell was a bit upset with me for the rest of the day because I swept her security bear. I think she thought I might go as far as to put water and soap on it. Had I done that she would have packed her cat nip and run away from home.
She gets bored easily so I have to keep her busy. Sometimes when I’ve tried to entertain her but she just has too much energy and I’ve got too much stuff to do around the house I come up with alternative play. I take a laundry rope/string/whachamacallit and let it hang from my back pocket. While I work around the house it drags across the floor so she follows it and attacks it. She’s not trying to climb my fake trees. She’s not trying to get on the table to see if I left any food up there by chance. She’s not pulling the hair out of Captain’s tail or driving Gracie crazy to the point of Gracie swatting at her. Poor Bell needs a lot of attention. I just put that pink and white twisted rope in the back pocket and give the other 2/3 rds of the Three Stooges a break. She’s six months old now. On the 2nd of November she goes in to get spayed. As much as this girl talks while not in heat I can’t imagine going through her meowing and bitch goddess attitude that Gracie got when she was in heat. Man Grace got mean! So, Bell will be getting cut the second of November. I hope she doesn’t calm down because she is fun most of the time. It’s only when she has excess energy that she starts bothering the rest of the stooges. She keeps the others on their toes. Heck Keepers dog Shakespeare lived to be 18 years old because of her two cats Owen and Max. They are so pretty too, gorgeous cats.
I gotta write down my latest cat dream. I need to get ready to see the chiropracter first.
Austin
I say that there is a reason that the words “dog” and “hog” rhyme. When there is “people food” that would otherwise be thrown out, the dogs get it and it is gone in one gulp!
Ah.
I love pets.
My cats are deathly afraid of the vacuum cleaner. Although, once in a while, instead of running from it, they attack it.
Your pets are funny, Austin. My Butch does the “vacuuming” thing like Cap. When I finish eating and take my dishes to the sink, he sniffs every inch of the spot I just left to see if he can find crumbs.
Good luck with Bella tomorrow.
Shakes would love our food but he always ate slowly and never gulped it. We had a dog named heather before him and we gave her a hot dog once expecting her to eat it “normally”…she never even bit it, she just swallowed it whole!! she always wolfed her food but there was no competition for her so we never knew why. We know Cap and Shakes would yhave loved each other!!
peace and gentle hugs
keepers
When I acquired Squeaky, he was really scrawny and pitiful looking, with an appetite that wouldn’t quit. Bittle had been around for seven years but had always been submissive to Boomer. Problems came when the good food came out. Squeaky wanted it all and Bittle didn’t know how to push his way in, even he was three times Squeaky’s weight. This problem was finally solved by making both feel special. I serve Squeaky in his bowl first, then, while he is eating, I spoon feed Bittle the other half. Both seem to feel like they are getting royal treatment and are OK with it.
Re: Teeth. The Geneva Conventions would certainly forbid it but if a dentist does it you go to an office willingly and pay a large sum of money to have it done to you. Kinky, huh?
Peace, Doc
Awwww my dogs have the same problem. Hershey is a big bully chow hound and Godiva has to grab a mouthful of food and deposit it elsewhere in the house to nibble on. Having 2 bowls alleviates the problem somewhat.