Duncan Doin’s

October 21, 2012

It was so nice out that after we watched the Vikings win and Bucs lose, J and I did some yard work.  Duncan decided to help.  Here’s his method of helping us with the weed eater.

Not seen? Duncan deciding the shovel is a play toy, especially as J was trying to use it.  And the pick ax was some to bite at.  And bark at.


Hi, remember me?

October 13, 2012

I know, it’s been awhile since I’ve been here.  Not a whole lot has been going on. Since I last blogged I had a trip to Minnesota and the ever so yummy State Fair. I got to have deep fried cheese curds and if you don’t know what those are, you are totally missing out. The trip was nice, but it no longer felt like home.  Although there is still food that I really miss.  Like the cheese curds 🙂

On the way home Mom and Dad picked up the two newest members of their household. They became the home for two Samoyeds in need of a new home. Cody and Callie are two year old litter mates, so they couldn’t be separated.  Here they are:  Callie has a floppy ear.  And this is Cody with their other dog, Lacey.

Ciera, Duncan, Cody and Callie are still adjusting.  They’ve only seen each other twice and the second time it took awhile for them to start playing together. But they did.

Today I did my third 5k. It was the 18th Annual Tampa Police Memorial Run.  I ran it with my co-worker and gym buddy.  Neither one of us had done anything since July and we’ve become more regimented about running two days a week during lunch.  So our run today was done in intervals. We did 45 seconds of running, 1 minute of walking.  Our overall time was longer than I’ve been doing, but our splits were pretty decent and I’m pretty happy with our overall pace.  Mile 1 was 11:53, mile 2 was 13:27 and mile 3 was 14:14 with a 13:20 overall pace, according to my GPS.  My chip time was 43:57, I was 78th out of 90 in my age group for women and 885 out of 1043 overall.  Not bad.  I have another one in two weeks and I’m hoping to up my interval time to 1:1 by that time.


I got beat up

May 31, 2012

By my dog! 

It was raining here on Tuesday which means drying off the puppies paws after they’ve been outside. Duncan came in first and I got his dried. Then Ciera came in. While I was trying to dry hers she decided to roll over on her back; to make it easier for me? Danged if I know. But Duncan thought “Hey! Play time!”; although in fairness he pretty much thinks it’s always play time, especially if Ciera is accessible. I was bent over and Duncan tried to play with Ciera. Which involved jumping up, front legs only. And the top of his hard head smacked right into my mouth. I was afraid he had knocked some teeth loose; thankfully he didn’t.

As soon as he hit me, and I obviously yelled in pain, he took off outside. He stopped while he was still in the porch and looked at me. I couldn’t stay mad at him, he had the most pathetic look of guilt on his face. The poor pup. So now I have a very bruised lip, although the swelling has gone away.


Where’s Duncan?

May 14, 2012

There’s Duncan!

image

Normally this room is blocked off. In fact this room, the office and the second bath are all blocked from the dogs.

image

The baby gate is usually further forward to give the cats a Duncan free zone. But Mom spent the night last Friday. And instead of making my short and still occasionally sore from surgery mom climb over it, I moved it to the office doorway.

I was sitting watching tv and got up to go to the kitchen. Duncan wasn’t in his usual spot on the living room floor; he wasn’t in his bed or kennel in the kitchen; he wasn’t in our bed. I knew he wasn’t outside; then it occurred to me to check the guest room. And what do you know, there’s Duncan. I guess he found a new bed.


Sunday Sleepies

May 6, 2012

Even Duncan is suffering from them today. Normally he’d be asking to go outside so he can chase squirrels. But not today.

image


Space Bags

April 26, 2012

Now available for storing your cat.

image


Arrgghh!!

March 20, 2012

I have to preface this by saying that J and I like our neighbors, we really do. They’re all nice, friendly, quiet. We help each other out, we chat, it’s suburbia at it’s idealist. This morning, however, one of them really frustrated me.

J and I have been experimenting with letting Duncan sleep in places other than the kitchen. He’s done well the last couple of nights, he hasn’t tried to get into bed with us (there’d be no room for us!), he hasn’t chewed anything up, he hasn’t chased the cats or tried to play with Ciera. Last night and this morning he decided to bark. Now, he’s done this before when confined to the kitchen/dining room. There’s a house kind of behind us that has had people outside doing lord only knows what in the middle of the night. And Duncan would bark at them when he sees/hears them. But thankfully it’s not a frequent occurrence. Last night he decided to bark, and this morning he decided to bark. I gave up yelling at him to be quiet at 6 and got up for the day. While I was sitting and watching the news he hopped onto the chair and started looking outside.

I was afraid he was going to start barking again, so I got the squirt bottle, ready to spray him and tell him to be quiet if needed. That’s when I noticed the police out in front of our house talking to the neighbor. I was afraid that maybe Duncan was barking at someone attempting to do bad, after all, J has had his truck broken into once before (ok, it was unlocked and he had forgotten his wallet in there, out in the open). So I went outside, because if it was someone doing bad I had a general idea of the time.

Nope, it wasn’t anyone doing bad. Neighbor guy had called the police because when he took his garbage outside for pick up around 6am he heard a dog barking at him from behind some bushes. He has two young kids and he was concerned that it was a stray dog. A valid concern, however if it was a stray dog it would have either been rushing at him, or running away. I’ve seen some loose/stray dogs in our neighborhood, I’ve tried to catch them. I know they would be visible. It frustrates me that the neighbor, instead of using common sense, decided to go ahead and call the police. He’s also one of those people who is anti-pit, simply based on what he’s seen in the media. J and I are firm believers in it’s not the breed, it’s how the dog is raised. And over the last few years, yes, there has been a lot in the news about Pits and attacks. But before Pits it was another breed. And before that, another breed. There seems to be cycles of negative news about a specific breed.

I know a lot of dog owners are oblivious to issues/dangers/concerns about their dog. They’re convinced that the dog, like their kids, can do no wrong. J and I are not like that. There’s a reason we don’t let Duncan loose in the front yard without being leashed but we will let Ciera loose. There’s a reason we don’t take Ciera to events where there are going to be a lot of other dogs, but Duncan goes. If Duncan had in any way showed aggression towards people in general, or even kids, I would make sure he stays away from them. His idea of aggression is to make sure he can lick as much of a kids face as possible. And that’s only after the kid has let Duncan sniff the hand (at my prompting) and I’ve held Duncan tight and away from the kid until the kid is comfortable.

I just wish that my neighbor wouldn’t be so quick on the draw and would realize that a dog that is bad isn’t because of what breed it is. There are other factors that contribute to that, just like with humans; although some dogs, like people, are just wrong. I’ve seen it happen with breeds that are supposed to be the most family and kid friendly on the planet.


%d bloggers like this: