SamSpade
Well-Known Member
... and as soon as I can get pics up, I'll put them up. They drive me crazy, and after ten years of cats, I'm getting used to dogs again.
The female still has incontinence problems which we've learned ONLY happens when she's napping or lying down somewhere. Otherwise, she's conscientious enough to go outside and never goes inside on purpose. But because of that, we gave up on the downstairs carpet, removed it, revealing the tile floor that lurked underneath.
Since they chase each other endlessly - they're still puppies at 35-40 pounds and still getting used to the tile floor. Which means, when they come barrelling in full throttle through the doggie door down the hall, they arrive tumbling butt over tea kettle when they try to stop. They look a lot like those goonie birds you see on National Geographic specials that always crash land. They do this every single day; you'd think they'd get tired of it.
Last week, in an effort to curtail their constant chewing, I got a huge bag of dental rawhides - tougher than the stuff they usually get. The male wanted ALL of them. Every time we gave one to the female, he went over, took it away from her, and added it to his "pile". Since she's physically about TWICE as fast as he is over land and long enough distances, she's since learned the solution is to grab one and run like hell. Which is the next story --
She's learned that NOTHING gets his goat like knowing one of his rawhides is missing. He might not even be chewing it, but in his mind, they are ALL his, and he wants them. We have a big yard, and she plays keep away. She's fast enough that she can afford to rest, and wait for him to catch up. She usually runs looking over her shoulder to make sure he is still chasing her.
Yesterday, Bluejay and I were going out to brunch, and I went down to check on them. He was quietly napping, and I asked "where's your sister". I heard the click of the doggie door down the hall, and assumed she was coming in to jump all over me, as usual.
Nope.
Just more clicking. More clicking. I couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing. I went down the hall. There she was, with one of his rawhides, poking her head in and out of the door, wagging her tail. She was BAITING him - daring him to come chase her. She was saying "I knooooooow you wannnnnnt it - coooommmme and geeetttttt it".
Ok, this is why I do like dogs better. My cats almost never were this - animated.
The female still has incontinence problems which we've learned ONLY happens when she's napping or lying down somewhere. Otherwise, she's conscientious enough to go outside and never goes inside on purpose. But because of that, we gave up on the downstairs carpet, removed it, revealing the tile floor that lurked underneath.
Since they chase each other endlessly - they're still puppies at 35-40 pounds and still getting used to the tile floor. Which means, when they come barrelling in full throttle through the doggie door down the hall, they arrive tumbling butt over tea kettle when they try to stop. They look a lot like those goonie birds you see on National Geographic specials that always crash land. They do this every single day; you'd think they'd get tired of it.
Last week, in an effort to curtail their constant chewing, I got a huge bag of dental rawhides - tougher than the stuff they usually get. The male wanted ALL of them. Every time we gave one to the female, he went over, took it away from her, and added it to his "pile". Since she's physically about TWICE as fast as he is over land and long enough distances, she's since learned the solution is to grab one and run like hell. Which is the next story --
She's learned that NOTHING gets his goat like knowing one of his rawhides is missing. He might not even be chewing it, but in his mind, they are ALL his, and he wants them. We have a big yard, and she plays keep away. She's fast enough that she can afford to rest, and wait for him to catch up. She usually runs looking over her shoulder to make sure he is still chasing her.
Yesterday, Bluejay and I were going out to brunch, and I went down to check on them. He was quietly napping, and I asked "where's your sister". I heard the click of the doggie door down the hall, and assumed she was coming in to jump all over me, as usual.
Nope.
Just more clicking. More clicking. I couldn't figure out what the hell she was doing. I went down the hall. There she was, with one of his rawhides, poking her head in and out of the door, wagging her tail. She was BAITING him - daring him to come chase her. She was saying "I knooooooow you wannnnnnt it - coooommmme and geeetttttt it".
Ok, this is why I do like dogs better. My cats almost never were this - animated.
thats priceless right there 
Who needs TV with entertainment like that?
