Posts Tagged ‘pets’

Flame on, Donnie!

March 10th, 2009

For the past week or so, Donnie has been scratching under his right arm straight in the arm pit itself. I’ve checked to see if he was injured there, if there is a bug bite, and if there is anything to warrant his persisent scratching yet I have found nothing.

Chris and I have kept a close eye on it to make sure it doesn’t get worse or need medical attention. These past few days he has been fine until yesterday. Out of nowhere he just started going at it and we couldn’t get him to stop no matter how much we yelled at him, tapped him, clapped our hands… nothing. If there was a way to try and stop him we did it.

Some of you would say to spank him or whatever but we don’t believe in hitting animals no matter what. For us, it isn’t even an option.

Back in December when we unpacked, we came across some of Chris’s old boxers that had no elasticity left in the waistband. He was ready to toss them out but I stopped him because they could be used as dust rags (It’s something I picked up from my Grandma. She used my deceased Grandfathers old undies as dust rags and I guess it rubbed off on me lol).

Last night Chris brought up how we should try and get him to stop or restrict his access to that area and the first thing that popped in my head was to bandage it. Since we lack any form of wrapping bandage, mainly due to the part that we rarely get injured like that, my mind went straight to the old boxers - they are clean by the way so don’t think that I am putting dirty drawers on the dog!

I went into our bedroom, grabbed all 3 of them, and brought them to the couch where Chris and Donnie were. All of them had different patterns so I asked Chris which one we should use on Donnie. One was charcoal grey with red tribal dragons (I know, tragic), another was black with this blue hawaiian skull pattern (again, tragic), and the last were faded black with flames coming up from where the thighs would be.

Obviously the fashionable choice would be the flames so that is exactly what we did. I busted out the scissors and started cutting. I cut some to wrap around his leg and then thinner strips to tie and secure.  Chris, being the genius that he is, suggested that I should make something that would wrap around Donnie so that he can’t take it off. We came up with the idea to make a vest like creation. It started off with a hole for his right foot/arm. Then we draped it over his back and then put his left foot/arm into the other side like how a vest would.

After everything was put on Donnie I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. He looked so ridiculous and I was laughing so hard that I started crying. Chris, again being the genius, told me to grab the camera and take pictures of him so that we could share it with you guys, so I did.

Very hardcore Donnie...

The kicker was when he reminded me about taking Donnie on his walks today and how people would see him in all his glory. Luckily for Donnie, and his pride, there were few people roaming about when we were on our walks. One can only imagine the irreparable damage that would have been done to his doggie self esteem.

Thanks for the laughs Donnie,

- She Who Has The Last Word

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R.I.P. Kitty

March 9th, 2009

I got a call from my dad yesterday.  He lives in Oklahoma City, where I was born and raised.  When I was a kid, we got a pet cat that I creatively named Kitty.  I must have been in third grade, at the oldest.  She was a beautiful calico cat.  She turned 21 years old this year, and he called to say that she died last Monday.  I remember thinking when I was a kid of how I would react to this very news.  I imagined that I would be very destructive, throwing vases around, etc, but it was nothing like that.  I was just very sad, and I still am.  Kitty was my first pet, and was a part of my life for almost 20 years.  I miss you, Kitty.

I’ll put up some pictures here when I get home and find them.

-Because I said so

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Super Poopy Duper!

March 2nd, 2009

Around 2 PM today I took Donnie out for a walk so that he could do his business. To the right of our apartment door there is a nice grassy area that goes the entire length of the complex. I typically take him around that area instead of through gravel or on pavement.

I noticed that he kept wanting to go towards the parking lot but there really is no grass in that area except for what is in front of our bastard neighbors. After him only going pee I decided to let him roam around the area he kept tugging me to.

He started to go around their front door and immediately the first thought in my head was, “Oh no, watch him totally take a dump on their doorstep.” I don’t care for the neighbors and would have gotten a laugh out of it. Instead he started pacing around their grass and totally dropped a fat one.

Even though I despise the guy living next to me I did the right thing by picking it up and throwing it away (not with my bare hands you sickos, but with the little doggie baggy thing we have attached to his leash).

Thank you Donnie for taking a much needed shit on our neighbors. You truly are a badass dog!

- She Who Has The Last Word

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Donnie vs. Sliding Glass Door

February 28th, 2009

Our dog Donnie finally came here with us earlier this week on Tuesday. The transition from him being solely outside to the apartment has been very smooth, and expensive.

Right around the time we got him last year we purchased a squeaky toy that looks just like a squirrel. Ty, the beanie baby company, makes them and has about 9 different ones to choose from - not all squirrels though.

The original one ended up getting abused so much that it’s ass got tore open exposing white cottony fluff everywhere. Obviously the toy was no longer safe and I didn’t have any needles or thread to stitch it back up. Instead, for months, Donnie had to make due with his other toys.

Tuesday night we went to PetSmart. We needed to purchase a kennel for him because he isn’t house trained. Last thing I want to do is wake up to shit and piss all over the carpet. That can’t make for a good morning. We also got him new water and food bowls, a separate doggy bed that he has yet to even touch, food, snackies, and I gave him the return of his squirly!

On Thursday I had the sliding glass door open along with the screen so that he could go in and out onto the patio as he pleased. At one point I tossed out Squirly because he loves to go and fetch him. For some reason Donnie didn’t recognize the difference between glass and the actual opening and ran full charge into the sliding door.

All I heard was BAM!!

The look on his face was priceless and he was obviously stunned. I couldn’t help but chuckle a litttle but I felt bad for him because I know that had to have hurt.

Friday morning I woke up and let him out of his kennel. I took him for his walk so that he could get out, get some fresh air, and the most important thing - do his potty business.

After that was all said and done I went to go and open up the blinds to let in the natural light and fresh air. I forgot that Squirly was still out on the patio and that was the first thing that Donnie saw. I’m pretty sure you all can guess what happened next…..

He bolted straight for him and SLAM! right into the door …. again.

Hopefully over the next few days we can get him to realize that door = bad.

Until then, I just hope that the poor little guy doesn’t knock his doggie brains out!

- She Who Has The Last Word

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Donnie the Dog

February 25th, 2009

We brought our dog Donnie over to the apartment last night.  We paid our pet deposit, picked up a lot of crap for the apartment, and brought him home.  He has to sleep in an enclosure, because otherwise he’d piss and crap all over the apartment (bye bye, $450), because he is a crap factory.  He isn’t particularly happy about that part quite yet, but he’ll get used to it.  It’s nice having him around again.  Hopefully he doesn’t start barking all night long like he did at the house.  If he does, we can’t keep him.  We’ll cross that bridge when, or if, we come to it.  Not much else to say, really.  I’m kind of tired, and not really in the right frame of mind to be particularly creative or interesting for various reasons, but I’ll be damned if I let that stand in the way of at least one post per day.


-Because I said so

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Donnie the Dog

January 26th, 2009

Lindsey and I have a dog named Donnie.  We did not name him.  We adopted him in May of 2008, at the ripe old age of 4 years, and the name came with him.  I like to think it’s short for something cool, like Donatello.  More likely, it’s an homage to Donnie from the New Kids on the Block.

Such is life.

Anyway, we come to the point of our rambling.  We have not paid a pet deposit to our new apartment complex, so he can not be with us quite yet.  He is currently residing at my mother’s house.  While there is a lot of room for him to play (and crap all over, the little shit machine), he does not receive a great deal of attention.  With my schedule the way it was last week, I wasn’t able to make it over to see him, which means he hasn’t seen me in almost (but not quite) two weeks.  As I entered the garage this afternoon and called to him, he bolted for me, almost sliding into the wall (he has a hard time slowing down on cement, it makes him slide in a silly way).  Before I was able to kneel down to start petting him, he ran up and started licking the closest thing he could reach: my jeans, a little less than knee high (he’s a terrier-chihuahua mix, very short little shitter).  He missed me very much, and made quite the fool of himself when he saw me (the little shit factory that he is).

He shit on the carpet once.  A very nice, very expensive Persian hand-woven rug.  He also shit on the garage welcome mat, but I didn’t notice that one until I had ruined my favorite flip-flops in it.  You’ll just have to pardon me for holding his fascination with shitting all over creation against him.

-Because I said so

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