Just when we had a few really good days, we go and have a really bad day.
Jane Pawsten has continued to fall into line in our house by the day. She now recognizes she is not the pack leader, but that I am in charge of where we walk, when we walk, and when she is to listen to my commands. However, this has created a new problem. As a dog who was leader of her pack of one for over 3 years, she now seeks to find a pack to be leader of… enter, the cats.
While a majority of our cats largely ignore and/ or smack all attempts at bossing them around, she has started to nip at them as they pass by, or even chasing them from behind. Last night she had to be muzzled and this morning, she went after one cat so badly, he harmed himself in order to get away and was backed into a corner.
I fear Jane may be more suited for a family without cats.
OMG you guys, this dog…
While cleaning out Clockwork Couture’s side alley, I came across this pet bed I’d purchased for one of the larger cats. Jane knew the minute it hit the floor it was meant for her.
posting from the vets office, where we find ourselves at the end (hopefully) of our ass problems.
Apparently her anal glands were full. Because her food was too fatty. I really should stop listening to the advice of my local pet store for food. They keep suggesting super rich foods that cause situations.
If you had told me even a month ago that I’d spend a vast majority of my day thinking about what comes out of a dog’s ass, I’d call you disturbed. And psychic. Disturbingly physic. Especially since I don’t actually believe in the powers of mind-reading so it’d be SUPER disturbing if you had guessed correctly about my dog-ass problems.
Anyway, so my dog won’t doodoo. I’m not certain how we got to this point, but I am actively googling how to help my hound drop a pound. She runs to the door, begging to be let out, circles the magnetic field area until she senses she’s pointing North to South, and then squats to take a dump, only to have her eyebrows flutter in concern, and then stand up and walk off like nothing happened. Well, nothing DID happen. And so far, nothing HAS happened. My dog has a broken booty.
I am now feeding my dog pumpkin puree and praying for poo.
10 years ago I was dancing on a box in a nightclub with electrical tape in x’s over my bewbs, and now this. I’m just gonna go ahead and call it done.
I regret nothing
Edit: she shat!
She continues to chew gaping wounds in her ass region. We have found only one, true solution.
finally it seems we are finding a balance in our relationship. at best with a cat, if he is very, very awesome, you might be considered an equal. With a dog, you are immediately a god to a smelly follower who questions their religion on every walk.
we often said that we already had a dog in our cat, Fizgig. He plays fetch, growls when someone approaches the house and plays with his mouth instead of his paws. Since the arrival of a legitimate dog, Fizgig has determined to remind us that we do not need a dog.