Showing posts with label cracker dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cracker dogs. Show all posts

Sunday, February 13, 2011

The Training of a Cracker Dog....

First, ginormous thanks to the MangoMomma for helping Mango host yet another wildly successful MangoMinster!!! We had a ball!!!


Now, I have a bit of a confession to make. In hindsight, my lunk-headed darling sister may not be a true Bad Sport. Sure, she's got the whole demonic possession thing going,


and she's not above throwing her weight around...


But, truly, I don't think she's evil. She's just nuts. Which means.... She's a Cracker Dog!!! The competition in this class was REALLY TOUGH this year, so Abby's decided that she's going to start training Right Now for next year.

Oy. This could be a long year....

A very long year...

I pray to the Great Dog Above for guidance and patience during this trying time. Maybe I need reinforcements.... *grin*


*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Cracker Hippobottomus

PeeEss: Sorry I've been a bit behind on bloggies - Mom's been having some sinus issues and has been a little tired and cranky as of late....

Friday, February 26, 2010

My Cracker Dog Sister, and an Update

The Little Monster My darling little sister Abby is a cracker dog. Mango warned me, but I couldn't get Mom to listen, so now I've got this crazy cracker dog little sister.

I know this picture is out of focus, but I think it pretty much says it all.

If that's not a cracker dog, I don't know what is.

And another thing about this little monster. She totally works the whole "cute puppy" angle. I mean, she's got our (it should be mine, but since we play tug-of-war with it, I'll call it ours, to be generous) rope toy, and is trying convince me that I don't want it.

Like I would be a bully if I took it away from her or something. *sheesh*

So she's all innocent-looking, and yet, she does this:

If you can't tell, her hind feet are in the air, and she is in mid-pounce on my poor unsuspecting self. I'm telling you, she's crazy.

Do you need more proof? Look at this:

Cracker dog. I'm telling ya!

And the worst part about this cracker dog I've been saddled with? Mom and Dad are so easily suckered by this:

And this:

*sigh*

At least she's good at tugging.

I guess I'll keep her for now.

*kissey face*
-Fiona, the Plagued.

Oh, yeah. Mom wants to add something.


Thanks for all the comments regarding TaiChi. TaiChi was spitting out every food option I was giving her, and so I had resorted to the peanut butter because it was the only thing I could think of that she couldn't spit out. I know that heavy protein isn't optimal for kidney disease, but I figured that too much protein was a better alternative than her not getting any calories. As soon as Twinkie's Mom told me (and others followed up) about Nutri-Cal, I tracked some down, and started to give it to TaiChi today. It is perfect because she can't spit it out, and is certainly better for her than peanut butter. She's not "actively" eating it (i.e. licking it off my finger when it is in front of her nose), but she'll eat it when I put it in her mouth. Knowing that she's getting "good" calories is a huge relief for me. I know it won't cure her long-term issues, but I feel better knowing that she's not starving. Thanks for all the comments and suggestions, and thank you for helping me find something that works. And thank you for the support; TaiChi was my husband's dog long before I met him, but (I joke - mostly!) I married him for his dogs, and TaiChi adopted me very quickly and has been my "little girl" ever since. She was even my de facto bride's maid.




She has taken very good care of me over the years, and the least I can do is take the best care of her that I can.

Again, thanks for all the advice and support.

-Dr. Liz