Saturday, March 30, 2013

Big Ugly Couch

We have a huge sectional sofa that dominates most of the living room.  It's ugly as sin, but it comfortably fits all family members. It's a taupe-colored microfiber monstrosity.  My husband picked it out when we moved here, despite my protests that microfiber is about the worst material you can have if you allow dogs on the furniture.  He refused to believe me, so eventually I got tired of arguing and let him buy the damn thing.  (For the record, I wanted leather.)

We need to keep it covered, but there isn't a slipcover in existence that'll fit it. We've tried just about everything - quilts, blankets, sheets, etc.

This evening - after more than four years of ugly-sofa ownership, I figured our the idea way to protect the cushions.  SLEEPING BAGS.  I simply shoved the cushions into sleeping bags, zipped them up, done.

I can't believe it took me this long to figure out.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Bathroom Soap War

About a week ago, we ran out of soap in the bathroom.  I haven't really had the time or motivation to buy new soap. It's not really a big deal, because there happens to be ample quantities of dog shampoo in there so I've been using that to wash my hands.  My husband is not as inventive, and asked me a few days ago if the lack of soap was some sort of social experiment to see how long we could go without bathroom soap until he had to buy some himself.

I told him the lack of bathroom soap wasn't nearly as nefarious as he thought - I'd just forgotten to buy new soap. However, since he brought it up, then yes - I would turn it into a social experiment to see how long we could go without until he bought some.  (Usually I'm the one who buys hand soap, but this time I wanted to see what he would do.)

Now, I knew that this would pose some kind of risk.  The last time I asked him to buy hand soap, he came home with a bottle of revoltingly chemical-laden dishsoap that had been infused with slimy Olay moisturizer.  "It said hands on the label! I assumed it was hand soap!"   Man logic, sigh.

Steve finally bought soap a few days ago.  He somehow found the most ridiculous hand soap in existence.  It plays music, lights up, and smells like strawberry shortcake.  It's pink.

The result of this social experiment?  Awesome, but smells like sugary death.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Happy Birthday Crayons!

The Crayons are two years old!

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Saturday, March 23, 2013

Weekend Hike: Chichaqua Greenbelt

We took Poison on her first off-leash hike this morning. We hiked for two miles - the first mile was mowed, but the second mile was heavy prairie and dried-up marshland. Once Poison figured out how to jump her way through the prairie, she was fine! Rocket flushed about a dozen marsh hawks and both adult dobes took off in pursuit. How they thought they were going to catch them, I'm not sure... but they both came back when called/toned.

I downloaded a new trek-mapping app called Trails that ended up working very well. As an added bonus, it generates a Google Earth file for each recorded hike.  Here's a screenshot of our hike today:

I know, I know, I'm way too excited about this.  Too bad!  I plan on mapping all of our hikes from now on. You all will just have to suffer through it.  ;)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Yet another account of my strange dreams

Many of my readers are already aware of my dream from two nights ago, but I'll share it again for archiving's sake.  Basically, I was arguing with my friend Dana about Dobermans.  She insisted that they were called Doberman Repeaters, not Doberman Pinschers.  We were on a front porch, and in the middle of our Doberman argument a snake slithered up to the house. It was a ball python, but Dana insisted that it was a "Carrot Snake." Again, I tried to argue, but Dana said that she had a friend on Facebook who knew much more about Doberman Repeaters and Carrot Snakes than I did, so she was choosing to believe her over me. It was very frustrating.

Last night I had an equally frustrating dream. Oddly enough, it also involved ball pythons.  I found myself at Petco.  In this dream, my friend Lori worked at Petco. I was looking at the ball python display, and saw that Spider Ball Pythons were on sale for $8.00.  I was very excited, so I asked Lori if Petco would actually sell me a spider ball for $8.  With a sly grin, Lori packaged up a spider ball for me.  I wandered off to find another 20L tank, and contemplated how I was going to explain to my husband why I bought another snake.  By the time I had the tank picked out, Petco was closing.  In a moment of insanity, I decided to apply to work at Petco.  The manager decided to interview me on the spot. The first part of the interview involved me going to the break room and watching all the employees give each other haircuts and listen to ABBA.  I put up with it, only because I thought it was a test to see how patient I could be in totally ridiculous situations. Eventually the manager brought me to the cash registers where he continued the interview. I remember the conversation vividly:

Manager: "What do you think would be your favorite part about working at Petco?"
Me: "I think it would be the opportunity to help people find appropriate products for their pets, so they can be better pet owners and the pets will be happier."
Manager: "WRONG."
Me: "........ wrong?"
Manager: "Yes, you need to be more worried about self preservation. Would you be willing to shoot someone in the head?"

At this point, I was speechless.  I had no idea what he meant, but I got the feeling he didn't want to hire me. He was sitting there, with this smarmy little grin, and I realized that it was 11pm and I had wasted my time. So I decided to speak my mind.

"Look, you obviously don't want to hire me. I'm sorry I'm not the type of employee who can waste time cutting hair and listening to music in the break room while actual work needs to be done. I don't understand how the employees I met just now somehow passed your interview process, because they know nothing about animals and are terrible workers.  In fact, I should inform you that I bought an $800 snake from this store today for $8, because your employees didn't have enough attention to detail to ensure one of the most expensive animals in your store was priced correctly.  That's right, you lost $792 due to the ineptitude of your current employees. Also, your employees clearly don't know anything about ball python husbandry because there is a dead snake in the enclosure over there, and no one noticed.  And another thing - I've worked at Petco before. I worked for Petco for six years before I left for college.  In fact, when I came home from college, I walked into Petco and was rehired on the spot.  I'm not joking... I walked in, asked if I could have my job back, and 15 minutes later I was grooming a dog and taking appointments.  They loved me at the Cedar Rapids Petco.  You have made a huge mistake.  Now, I have wasted enough time here... I am going to go home now, and take care of my animals.  Thank you for wasting my time, jackass!"

The funny thing is, I actually did work at the Cedar Rapids Petco for six years, and I actually was rehired on the spot when I came back over summer break. My entire Cedar Rapids Petco monologue in my dream is true. It was an epic dream.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Crazy Dog Person

A friend of mine recently added a third dog to her family, and jokingly announced that she and her significant other are now officially a "crazy dog people."

That got me thinking... when did I turn into a crazy dog person?

If I'm really honest with myself, I became a crazy dog person once I got on the waiting list for my first dog.  I went freaking crazy, you guys.  I had a binder with all my email communications with the breeder, I traced back my puppy's pedigree all the way to the beginning of the breed, I made lists of supplies I needed to buy. By the time Ilsa was born, I already had all of her toys waiting for her. I ate, drank, and breathed Dobermans.

I'm pretty sure I lost a lot of friends that year. People got sick of hearing me talk about dogs, so they removed themselves from my life.  That's okay - those friends would have been the ones I would have lost touch with anyway, and the "dog world" has given me so many more friends than I initially lost.

And this silly goose started it all.  Thanks, Ilsa.  :)

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Postless Poison

"Mommy wow, I'm a big dobe now!"

Poison is 13 weeks old and her ears are already off to a great start. They stood for nearly 12 hours yesterday! Her left ear does have a tendency to fall over her head, but there isn't a pocket forming so I think it's just her one "trouble" ear.

I'm using a different posting method this time.  It appears as if Poison is somewhat sensitive to the tape I use, so I've been substituting tape for vet wrap. I do not recommend doing this if you are inexperienced with posting ears. Vet wrap can easily be stretched too tight, which can cause the ears to become necrotic and fall off.

I'm making my posts the same as I always have, out of blue paper shop towels - tightly rolled and coated in tape. I'm taping the base normally, but I'm leaving the middle section of the ear exposed and putting a strip of 2" vet wrap on the top part of the ear. I'm using a very small piece, so the ear is only covered in one layer of vet wrap.  I'm laying it flat over the ear tip and then squeezing gently, so there is some "give" if need be.

My friend Lori has made sure I have several fun colors of vet wrap.  So far I have pink camo, blue camo, tiger print, giraffe print, and green bones on yellow. It's fun to be able to switch out her ear "wardrobe" every week! (This week she's sporting tiger print.)

This serves as a reminder to all my local friends - if you need help posting ears, please contact me. I am always willing to help, and actually enjoy posting ears.  And as always, I provide this service free of charge as long as you buy your own supplies and don't live too far away.  If you're a vet or a vet tech and wants to learn how to post ears, I'd be happy to teach you - this is one of the safest, cheapest, and lowest-maintenance ear posting methods out there.

(And on a totally unrelated note... I love my girls!)

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Happy Birthday Jayne!

Happy 3rd birthday to my bugaboo!

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And since I co-own his sister too... Happy 3rd birthday, cupcake!

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