I don't have any idea what makes me so stupid, when it comes to this little dog, but I continually make things harder for myself, it seems. I went to grab myself a rolo, from the roll tonight, and Buddy perked up and jumped in my lap, trying to get to the rolos. I thought after having stuff on his lips, he would never want to touch them again, but nooooo. I couldn't get him off of me, he wanted a rolo, and he wanted it bad. So I got a good grip on his little butt, so he couldn't run around the house wiping rolo juice off on the rug, and gave him a piece. He appears to be addicted, if this was any indication. It took him five minutes afterwards to lick it all off his lips, but before that, he chewed and chewed, and looked to be in doggie ecstasy. Smart move on my part. I had to put the rolos up in the cabinet, to keep him from trying to get to them. I can't remember him ever getting that excited over something to eat. I have to remember to not be so curious about things, until I understand the consequences. Now I have myself an addicted dog, and I will never be able to eat rolos in front of him again, well, at least not without sharing, and I kind of like my rolos, myself.
Mom called and she's caught a bad head cold, so not in the mood to go anywhere, which is alright with me. It's cold outside, and it's not hurting my feelings to veg out inside today. Buddy feels the same way. So much so that five minutes after coming back in after I finally threw him out this morning (even camels have their limits), he laid me a brown egg right in the hallway, then ran and hid under the dining room table. Apparently he couldn't squeeze it out, out in the cold. He had held it so long it actually was squished into an egg shape, instead of a log. At the diameter of it, it had to hurt, too, (just guessing, he didn't really share the particulars with me). I'm not sure I could have gotten rid of that while my muscles were tightened up shivering, today, either. He's been telling me how sorry he was about it all day long, though. I apologize for the dissertation on doggie giftage, but it was pertinent to the eventual outcome on my carpet, is all.
In any event, if all his gifts were that hard, cleaning up after him would be soooo much easier. No soakage into knap at all, so a quick paper towel, flush, and Lysol squirtage, and it was like the dirty deed never happened. Well, except for the newspaper roll, the puppy catch, and the ensuing unhappy puppy, and unhappy dad. We can't make allowances for ease of clean up, because this will... not.... last.... this we know. Lessons unlearned, we don't need any more of, either. He pouted for a bit, but we're good pals again, now, especially since I gave him that piece of rolo.
I really enjoyed the feedback on Buddy's puppy pictures today. He really was a cutey, all the way, and still is. I am sorry the quality of them is not so good, but the phone's camera isn't real great. I wish I had had it when I first got him, and he was really tiny, though. I don't have any pictures of that, because I had no camera at all, at the time. The picture with the big hand in it is probably the first I took of him. it shows his relative size to my hand at the time, and he was still pretty little, obviously. Keep in mind his head was closer than my hand, and the size is actually less.
He has always, from day one, though, been just as cocky, and willing to take on ol' dad in whatever capacity he had the opportunity. From chewing up my fingers, to biting at my pant legs, he always has managed to get his agenda across, in no uncertain terms. If he wanted attention, he got it, one way or the other, and still does. I offer, as evidence, the fact that there is a dog at my left ear, telling me exactly what he thinks about me writing my blog, when I could be petting the puppy, or at the very least, giving him a rolo, I suspect. Will finish this in the AM, if anything else comes to mind, anyway.
Well, nothing has changed from last night, except the addiction to rolos is confirmed. They will have to be added to the list of illegal contraband in this house. I'm going to miss my rolos though. We were on the couch watching TV, with Buddy sitting up next to me like he used to like to do when he was a pup. A comical picture, I would imagine. I wish I had someone around to take pictures of stuff I am in with him, sometimes. He will, occasionally, sit up next to me, cradled in one arm, just like a little human bean, on his rear, back to the couch, and watch TV with me. He gets bored unless there are neat pictures on TV, but some things fascinate him enough to watch for a while. Anyway, he started getting antsy, and moved over to the other side and started pawing at my arm. This usually means pet me, pet me, but in this case, petting him didn't stop it, so I said "What, you want food?'' paw, paw. So I went and got him some dog food, and he looked at me with that blank stare, like "What is wrong with you, big guy?", so I said, "What, you want better food?" paw, paw, paw, so I went and got a piece of lunchmeat, which will usually suffice in these situations, but he still had that blank stare, and didn't even sniff it, which is unheard of. I said "What?" paw, paw, paw "I said, you want rolo?" SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH, SCRATCH. It's official, he's an addict. Anyone know a half way house for doggies? Till tomorrow.
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yu got tu gityur ownur tu lit yu tri these rolo thingz, ther grate. Just a segestun. Yu dunt no whut yur mising.
Yur nu pal, budi
I have heard they aren't supposed to eat a lot of chocolate, but I wasn't aware it was more than a concern about possible runs issues, from it being too rich for them. If someone knows other concerns, please let me know. Rolos are mostly caramel which I suspect probably isn't the best for their teeth, but in moderation, and with the number of milkbones he crunches, not too bad, I would think. As far as who the parent is, that seems to be a point of contention at times, around here. lol
Yeh, powur to the pupple, yu tel tham!
Yur nu fruind, Budi
From the mythbusters site:
http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/mythbusters/quiz/animals/animals2.html?cp=0&cc=b
Chocolate contains a substance called theobromine (a compound related to caffeine), which can sicken and kill family pets. Three factors determine how toxic the sweet stuff will be to a particular animal: the type of chocolate, the size of the animal and the amount of chocolate ingested. The most dangerous confections are unsweetened baker's chocolate and powdered cocoa, the least, white chocolate.
Symptoms of theobromine poisoning include nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, muscle tremors, restlessness and increased urination. In severe cases, cardiac arrhythmia and seizures can result. The possibility that an animal will kill itself with chocolate is very low. More likely it will get a nasty tummy ache. In any case, it is still prudent to keep all chocolate far away from pets.
So, Buddy will get no more rolos, but I suspect the caramel was the draw, anyway.
I think you stopped reading one comment too soon, but thanks, anyway. Glad somebody has that kind of info off the top of their heads, as you do, we had to google it.
Yes, yes, I'm a baad human, bad human, and I'm going to my room. OK, most human food can also cause most HUMANS problems, as well, but we eat it. Most of it is probably bad for dogs, or cats, I suppose. I think I'm going to do some research on this kind of thing, and try to cover tomorrow in the sagas.
We always enjoy your visiting us, or is it just Buddy? lol
So far we've managed to keep him away from the chocolate... for now.:)
Yes, I had a strict no human food policy, but I got undermined by Grandma, and subsequently, couldn't resist the whinage. My bad. With Buddy, I think it is more the idea that he thinks he's being left out, if he doesn't at least get something offered to him, of what I'm eating. My modus operandi is to offer him a little of the part I figure would be most unpalatable to him, and once this is done, he is fine. Unfortunately, it has been more than difficult to fathom what he wouldn't want, as he has surprised me with his tastes, for a dog, on more than one occasion. He definitely does not conform to a normal dog diet in his likes and dislikes. Weird dog.
As to the little unwrapped presents, well, you're on your own.
We have had two dogs that only ate dry dog food ever (french fries with pills) and now we have bentley and I think an 1/8 of his diet is dog food and he is thus far the healthiest. The tabble scraps are not my fear its the plastic, dirt, frogs and paper I worry about him eating.