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Does This Tongue Make Me Look Wierd?

The Humunga Tongue is the funniest dog toy ever, and dogs seem to love it. It’s a strong rubber ball with a long rubber tongue on it.

I think of it as a good way to get even with your dog for all the silly stuff it does. You know, the tracking of the mud into the house, rolling in wet grass, flinging dog food all over the place… It’s a good chance for your dog to look like the silly dog it is.

When my retriever went to visit her friend Zoey, Zoey had this toy. It was hilarious to see them walking around with it in their mouths.

You can get one for your goofy dog at DogToys.com
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The Dog Park

Omaha has a new dog park called Hefflinger Park. It’s divided into two sections: one for small dogs and one for everyone else. If you ever thought a dog park would be a waste of space, like I admittedly did, the dogs LOVE it so much.

It’s a good time to socialize and just RUN LIKE CRAZY.

Frontline Top Spot

I was at the vet buying heartworm protection, so I figured I’d try the recommended liquid flea/tick protection instead of the nasty flea collar this time. I bought Frontline Top Spot. For a vial, it was around $13 for an 80+ pound dog.

The test was being able to locate the skin of my dog. If you’ve ever touched a golden retriever, well.. they’ve got a lot of fur. The goal is to apply all the liquid in a spot on the skin. Good luck. I mean, most of it got on her skin, but some of it is just on her fur.

I’ve never had a problem with the flea collar, really. But who knows how much my daughter is touching it.

Anyone else with a dog who’s preventing fleas or ticks? What do you use?

LOL Cats

Thanks, Dave, for the tip 🙂

Dog Psychology

On Sunday, our golden retriever took a ride to Glenwood, Iowa for a playdate with our friends’ golden. For me, it was an experiment (after trying to adopt Roscoe) to determine if our dog was neurotic enough to be spooked by all dogs, or if she would accept “one of her own kind”.

Ginger met Zoey’s owner with great enthusiasm. Nothing different there. She met Zoey and they ran around the backyard like crazy (yet happy) erm.. people.

Ginger decided to hog all of Zoey’s toys. She especially liked the stuffed alligator. Zoey submitted. She would even walk up to Ginger occasionally and lick her on the face.

Ginger has only been the alpha dog in our house; being the only dog. She has never been able to lead any other dog. I wondered if she just preferred to be alone; like we were enough of a pack to her. But the truth is that she is happy only with the companionship of another golden retriever. I suspect a younger one that will allow her to let her be bossy.

Dog psychology mystery solved.

Oh, and we’ll be seeing Zoey again. I hope to have her over when her owners go on vacation.

A Special Guy

Allow me to introduce you to Roscoe. He is a German Shepherd Dog mix.

Roscoe had spent much of the first 6 months of his life at a dog pound in Kansas. A rescue worker in Omaha spotted his picture on the Internet and decided to go get him. When she got home with him, she called us, because we’d been looking for a german shepherd. We went to the rescue worker’s house and picked him up.

Roscoe was a sweet boy, but he loved to torment our Golden Retriever. He would grab her by the neck, pull out bits of her tail fur and generally turned her into a psychotic heap by the end of day 1.

We kept telling ourselves that things would get better. In fact, sometimes they did play, but then Roscoe would end up with all the toys and Ginger would be behind the chair before too long. When they slept, he would be on one side of the room and she would be on the other. It was a sad situation, always having to run behind Roscoe and tell him to leave Ginger alone.

We tried the Dog Whisperer trick of laying Roscoe on his side and telling him to behave, but you know what? It wasn’t that Roscoe wasn’t behaving, really. It was that Ginger didn’t know how to draw the line. She was afraid to, really. (Well, ok, the tail-eating thing wasn’t that nice!)

After 3 weeks, my husband decided Roscoe needed to find a home without an overly submissive dog to interact with. So, on Monday, he was returned to the rescue home and on Thursday, he was adopted to a man who had wanted to see him the same day we picked him up. He was excited to have the chance to have Roscoe.

I talked to the rescue lady today because she wanted to give our adoption fee back. We refused. We told her to use it for the dogs.

The rescue lady said that Roscoe had been doing really well with her 3 dogs, who let him know when he had crossed the line with them. He was even taking manners lessons from a Jack Russell Terrier.

My response was that our Golden must be neurotic, then, because she would cower behind my husband’s chair and wouldn’t come out even to go to the bathroom.

By himself, he was so sweet, and sat on my lap several times while he played with his toys.

I miss his fuzzy face, but he’s where he’s supposed to be.

Oh, and Ginger is back to her normal, bouncy self.

The Dog Whisperer

Yesterday, while searching for some dog training tips, I happened upon the website for Cesar Millan, who starts in “The Dog Whisperer” series.

If you’re a dog person at all, you have to see his show, which is on the National Geographic Channel. If you’re not having any trouble with your pet, or you don’t even own a pet, you have to see it.

This man can take the most evil-acting dog and make it lovable!

Last night’s show had a little dog that HATED to go to the groomer. You should have seen the TEETH this little dog had and the expression on the dog’s face. Within a few minutes (in tv show time, anyway), he had this dog all calm and happy and willing to be groomed.

He had a pit bull laying by a bunny, which just beforehand would have been happy to tear any rabbit or small animal into pieces.

Watching some of these interactions made some of the dogs I know not seem so much of a handfull.

The Strange Coincidence Between No Internet Connection and the Missing Hamster

So the Cox Communication guy comes over to look at our Internet connection. We only have a few lights lit up on our cable modem, an IP address that’s not getting us anywhere and no Internet.

He started tracing the line from the source to the modem. I went to clear the way in The Little Kid’s closet, because it’s packed with toys. When I pulled the cable up, it was obviously chewed for a good foot, through the insulation, down to the actual wire.

I said, “So at least we know where the hamster was for 2 days”. Thankfully, we have the wiring assurance plan, so no charge for the visit.

I’m surprised the hamster is still coherent. Poor thing.

Ok, This is Just Not Nice

You snooze, you lose

After a long day of thought and figuring, we decided to ditch dinner as it was being cooked and head off to the Humane Society to see this dog. When we got there, there was another family in with the dog we had our sights on. We left, thinking that not all dogs who go into the adoption rooms are adopted.

Case in point: The Great Pyrenees from yesterday.

The Humane Society lady said to check the website to see whether the dog was still available, cause it’s updated every 2 hours.

The dog we wanted was adopted.

In retrospect, it was a good deal; a chow mix that looked almost like our Ted who died 2 years ago… microchipped and neutered… and a puppy, at that. It was sad, but we have our email address entered at the site to receive any updates should another chow mix arrive at the kennel.

Dab it.