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Tucker the Hose Dog

21 Jun

I’ve talked about Tucker’s fascination with hoses on this site before. (Side note: that is a really good story, so I recommend you go read that after this entry!)

This past weekend, JB wanted to demonstrate Tucker’s desire to kill the water that comes out of the hose for his parents. Here are some pictures I took during that show.

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And this is what he looked like after exhausting himself with that display:

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Shadow The Volunteer Dog

9 Jun

Tonight, I took our dog Shadow to an assisted living home for some pet therapy volunteering. This was Shadow’s first time as a volunteer, and he was a bit shy at first.

But he soon warmed up to all of the old ladies showering him with attention. He panted like crazy, but was calm, quiet and receptive.

I spent most of the evening with a woman named Vohnell. I met her as she was telling another resident goodnight. The following conversation ensued:

Vohnell: I’ll see you in the morning.
Other lady: Lord willing, if He chooses to open my eyes. Sleep with the angels.
Vohnell: If I could find another angel, I sure as hell would sleep with him.

Now that is spunk for an eighty something year old! I decided to visit with her to see what else she had to say. She was a talker.

And after about 5 minutes, I started suspecting that she was really good at telling tall tales. Let me see if I can remember all that she told me….

  • She used to own a dog kennel and train hunting dogs.
  • She used to be a pilot.
  • She used to be a school teacher.
  • She used to be a contracter.
  • She currently owns a jet, and is working with a friend of hers that works for the State to get a commercial license.
  • She worked in a national defense plant during WWII.
  • Her house caught on fire when she was in the shower, and a firefighter had to carry her out “naked as a jaybird”.
  • Her best friend was Elvis. When I laughed and asked if she had gone to many of his concerts, she said, “no, he really was my best friend.” I said, “really, did you know Lisa Marie?” And she said, “oh, yes, I knew her.” She then showed me a “picture” of Elvis, which was really a VHS tape cover, and told me about how they were out at the races the day that picture was taken.
  • Her first husband started running around on her so she flew to San Francisco to divorce him, and ‘shocked the hell out of him.’
  • She has a son that owns two gold mines.
  • That son injured both wrists, and is currently in Arizona getting his nerve endings repaired.
  • Her three sisters were killed recently in a car crash when their car went off a cliff.

    There was more, but I can’t remember it all.

    She then took me to her room to show me pictures and her entire wardrobe, and a dragonfly lamp that she was very proud of, despite the fact that she thought it was dirty.

    Vohnell, Shadow and I then went for a walk up and down the halls of the facility, and people would shout out demands from their rooms.

    “Turn on my light!” One lady said. So I did.
    “Can you get me out of bed?” another man named Maynard asked, and I promised to go get a staff member to help him. Vohnell took it upon herself to go up to one of the staff members to tell them about Maynard, and then explained to that staff person that she couldn’t help him out of bed herself because she’s a resident and their insurance wouldn’t cover it if something happened.

    All and all, it was a good night. I was entertained by Vohnell’s stories, and it was obvious that she was craving company.

    I then came home and took all three dogs on a walk at sunset. We cut across a field, and next thing I know, my socks are covered with stickers, and all three of the dogs have stickers all over their coats. I spent about 20 minutes after we returned home picking all of the stickers out of their coats. I made a mental note NOT to cut across that field anymore!

Roly Poly Destruction

3 May

Our dog, Tucker, is the only of our three dogs (a.k.a. The Black Dog Club) that is really into toys. For the past 6 months, he has been obsessed with his ‘Giggle Ball’. He would constantly carry it around, sleep with it, and the second he saw one of us coming out to the yard, he’d go grab his Giggle Ball and would nudge it forward for us to throw.

Tucker spent hours chewing on that ball, and the older it got, the more brittle the rubber became, and bit by bit, he tore it apart. But, this toy was his pride and joy for about two years.

A few weeks ago, the last shreds of the Giggle Ball were thrown into the trash. Yesterday, I went to PetCo in search of a new Giggle Ball. Of course, they didn’t have any.

So I bought what I thought was a suitable, durable replacement.

When I came home, I presented him with the new toy, and he was the happiest dog on earth. Tail wagging, and tons of enthusiasm as he chewed on his brand new toy. I patted myself on the back.

That is, until 20 minutes later, when I discovered the toy had been completely destroyed.

This annoyed me just enough to write the company and complain. Here is what I wrote:


I purchased a Quirkies Roly Poly today for my dog. The main reason I purchased it was because you claimed it was ‘tough’ and ‘virtually
indestructible’ and can ‘take as much wild fun as your dog can dish
out’.

Within twenty minutes, my dog (a lab mix) had absolutely destroyed this toy. All of the nobs were chewed off and the squeaker had been extracted from the toy.

I’m very frustrated that I made a special trip to the store, spent $10 on a ‘durable’ toy, and it didn’t even last one day.

And this morning, I was very pleased with their response.


Thank you for alerting us to the problem your pet experienced with our product and we do apologize for any inconvenience this matter may have caused. If you will kindly provide your mailing information, it will be our pleasure to send a few complimentary toys for your canine friend to enjoy. Please include the approximate weight of your pet.

I then wrote back, offering up Tucker’s services as a durability tester.

I wish I could post pics of the destruction, but I left my camera at my brother’s house in Folsom a few weeks ago…

The Black Dogs Have A New Cousin

9 Mar

Introducing the cousin (by human family terms) to our Black Dog Club, Rex:

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Rex is a 12 week old Vizsla puppy that was just adopted by my brother Chuck and his family. We’ll have to wait a while for my pups to meet this little guy, because they seem to like to pick on smaller dogs. I’m going over to meet this little guy after work today. Can’t wait!

My parents are in town, and are spending the day at my brother’s house. Between my 5 month old niece and this 12 week old puppy, they will be overcome by cuteness by the end of the day!

Introducing Shadow, Master of Being Pitiful

28 Feb

This is our pooch, Shadow:

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Shadow is a black lab/german shepard mix. He is about 8 years old. I can describe him in two words.

Needy and pitiful.

It’s not a bad thing. He’s a very lovable guy, but he is very needy for attention. He’ll come up and place his head right under your hand so that you’re forced to pet him. Or, he’ll nudge you with his paw to get your attention. His very expression seems to plead, ‘Please, PET ME!!!’

As for pitiful, Shadow has the sulky act down pat. Especially if you don’t pet him when he thinks he should be pet, he’ll sulk around, and it looks like he’s thinking, ‘Oh, poor, poor, pitiful me… No one loves me! I’m just a poor Shadow dog!’

Shadow is also a butt biter. He likes to assert his dominance over our other male dog, Tucker, and he does that by growling and biting Tucker’s butt any time that Tucker is getting more attention than him.

He also has prancing down to an art form. When he’s especially spry, Shadow looks more like a show horse than the pound puppy that he truly is.

Heidi The Rottweiler

9 Feb

I’ve finished my final High Fidelity Series posting, but haven’t published it as of yet, as I’m trying to decide if it borders on airing my dirty laundry too much.

In the mean time, though, I don’t think I’ve given our pooches, aka the Black Dog Club, enough attention here at Rebellin.net, so each dog will get their own entry.

Istn’t that democratic of me?!

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This is Heidi, our only female dog and our only pure bred dog. I swear she thinks she’s a model, as she seemed to be posing for every picture I tried to take of her this past weekend. I just love this picture.

Heidi is about 8 years old, and is one big sweat heart. She loves meeting new people, and will bound up to them to lick their hands and faces. This can be a bit disconcerting for people that don’t know her, considering the reputation that Rottweilers have as a breed.

Heidi’s favorite passtime is sticking her snout in holes. She’ll stick her nose in holes as deep as she can get it and then sniff in and out and in and out. I can’t see how inhaling dirt as she does can be enjoyable, but she loves it. One time, I found her with her entire body up to her waist burried in a hole. When I finally got her out of that hole, she had dirt all over her face. It actually looked like she was wearing powder. I left that dirt on her face so that I could show JB what his little girl had been up to. I worry that one day she’ll find some critter or snake in a hole, but so far we’ve been lucky.

Heidi is truly the apple of JB’s eye. It’s not that he loves her more than the other dogs, but he just has a big soft spot in his heart for her. His official nickname for her is Meathead, and he absolutely loves how big and wide her head is.

We are both entertained by Heidi’s eyebrows, which can move independantly of each other. Even if she’s just sitting doing nothing, her eyebrows are moving all around, making her look extremely cute.

When Heidi was a puppy, she managed to break out of JB’s backyard while he was at work and she got hit by a car. It broke one of her back legs, and thanks to a plate in that leg, she can’t bend it at all. You’ll notice in the picture that her rear leg is sticking straight out.

Heidi kind of drags that leg along on our walks. It really doesn’t slow her down much unless we’re in the snow. We call her the Bucking Bronco in snow, as she has to bound up and down to get a lot of clearance in order for her to make it through the snow with that bum leg.

Heidi’s main downfall is that she doesn’t like many other dogs. She thinks she’s all big and tough out on our walks if we run across other dogs, and she’ll let loose this throaty growl that would scare the living daylights out of anyone. It takes all of my might to hold her back at times, but to date, we’ve managed to avoid any confrontations.

So that’s our little girl. If you meet her in person, be careful — she loves to kiss on the lips!

Updated Score

17 Nov

JB — 3 (as in 3 mice caught)
Tucker — 4 (as in 4 mouse traps destroyed)

It’s a close game, ladies and gents.

And it’s really sad that the most exciting thing I have to write about is mice.

Thanks for the comments yesterday on the mouse situation. I LOVE COMMENTS!