Saturday, October 27, 2007

Loki the Wonderdog

I went out today for dinner with my friends, and when I got home, my parents looked completely frazzled and tired.

Apparently half an hour ago, my mom went to let Loki out for a run, and my dad opened the house door while the garage door was open. The cat decided to dart out of the house and run towards the main street. When Loki saw this, he decided that the cat wasn't going to act up on his watch, and darted right after her. My parents got scared for a minute because the two of them were running towards the street, but suddenly the cat stopped, and Loki decided to slowly stalk her. He finally got right on top of her and stood on her until my parents came over to retrieve her.

Basically, he tracked her across our yard, the street, and to the edge of the neighbor's house. I'm impressed. He saved my parents ALOT of grief from having to run across the main street to get her (and also probably saved her from getting hit by a car). Good dog... Very good dog.

(On the subject of good dog, bad cat... the cat somehow dunked her entire butt/tail into a pot of pork shoulder that my parents had cooked last night. There was still like, 4 days of leftovers in that pot. Then, she sat on a green bag, and somehow got her entire backside dyed green. Finally, she ran all over the house, leaving grease streaks and green spots on everything, from the piano top, to the couches, to my mom's formal dining chairs...)

I think my parents are about to kick the cat to the garage and allow Loki to stay in the house, haha.

NJ update/Delayed vet rant

Wowza. I didn't realize feeding Loki would be so expensive in NJ. I'm used to buying a 10 pound bag of 47 cent/pound chicken quarters and spending less than 7 dollars for a whole week of meal. Over here, I'm paying close to 87 cents per pound for a whole chicken and having to split it. I'd rather go with the quarters, but they only sell brand names like Tyson's and for over a dollar a pound! At least he's getting to try different parts of the chicken like the neck and the ribs. He's still doing fine on the raw... much to my vet's disappointment I guess. He's chomping down the bones like a pro, and loves meal time. He also doesn't shun his food at all, no matter what time I'm feeding him or how off schedule I am.

Oh, an update on the last vet trip before I left for Jersey... I made an appointment while we were still on the kibbles regarding the diarrhea. By the time I was able to see the vet, Loki was already on raw for a week and a few days. I gave her my normal complaints about the kibbles, then mentioned that we're on raw and that Loki was having the normal diarrhea from transitioning to a new food. She immediately gave me all the bads against raw, and advised me to switch to their prescription food again. This time, she wanted me to try a low fat/carbs kibble. For some reason, she couldn't understand that I did NOT want to stay on regular manufactured kibbles, and would feel MUCH better about going completely grain-free. I honestly don't think she understood how important the phrase "grain-free" was to me, because if she did, she would have been able to find me a high-end brand of kibbles that were in fact grain free. (I know they exist. Why? Because I was already looking into it before going to raw).

I paid for everything she wanted me to... the fecal test, the metrinidolzole and took her two prescription cards (useless because I wasn't going to buy them anyway) just in case I ever wanted to adopt a rescue and needed a vet reference. But I left extremely unhappy and wishing that my vet could focus MORE on my own concerns instead of running in her own direction and trying to change my mind on everything. It seemed almost as if she was combating me on everything and not trying to be supportive at all, even when I said I would consider staying on kibbles, if she could find me a grain-free one.

Anyway, back to Jersey. I went out yesterday to get him a few toys since I forgot all his toys in NC and he was getting very bored in his crate. I made goood choices I think =) I got him a Bad Cuz which is just a tough rubber squeaky ball with feet and tiny horn ears (really cute... too bad Loki already chewed off one of the pointy ears) and I got him a Bungee Dog... just a regular stuffed animal that has a bungee cord in it instead of stuffing. I figured I had enough of picking up stuffing after he murdered a toy, so I'd try something new. Today, we're headed to Petco for their Halloween contest, which I'm hoping we'll win! If we win, he's definitely getting a new toy with the gift card.

Oh, and I found a site that sells exactly what I've been looking for for a while - digital camo collars. Now Loki and his daddy can match! Or maybe Loki's daddy will just think I'm insane. Who cares. He already thinks I'm insane enough. But he's stuck. He married me. Ha. Sucka. (Alright, so maybe this rainy and cold weather is driving me a bit batty...)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Dogster Contest

Trip up

Well, Loki didn't do so bad on the trip, but Glitter did. I stopped every hour to let him out and stretch his legs. There were no accidents on the ride either =) Near the end of the trip, he started getting restless and started whining and pawing at my arm (not a good idea - I couldn't help but swerve since I drive with my right hand up high and he was pawing at a weak spot in my arm).

The cat... well... let's not get into that. She's just a spoiled brat who thinks it's her holy right to be perched up on my shoulder while I'm driving. When she was 1.2 pounds and a tiny kitty, that might've been acceptable. Now, she has claws, weighs significantly more, and has STRENGTH enough to move my head from its original position. I didn't want to let her up on my shoulder while I was driving because the weather conditions were already horrible enough. It was 6:30 AM, the sun still hadn't come out, and it was pouring out. I ended up pulling over because she kept pushing and pushing, putting her in her carrier, and letting her out to roam the car only while I was walking Loki and not driving. She protested. Loudly. Didn't stop meowing for 9.5 hours. I'm amazed she still has a voice.

Loki loves Jersey, or at least he loves my parent's backyard/front yard. I don't blame him. There's lots of things to chase around and lots of room for him to run around in. Plus the grass is fresh, and there's no dog poop hidden at all. We're going to have a fun 4 days =)

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Going to NJ

Well, wish us luck. I gotta get in the car alone for a 10 hour drive up to Jersey with Loki in the front seat harness-belted in and the cat roaming around. I have half a mind to stick Glitter in her carrying case, but for some reason, I don't think she'll take to it well. Hopefully Glitter has the common sense to stay away from the dog and avoid getting her head bitten off.

I've been trying the pennies in a soda can trick though. I gotta say it works REALLY well to get the two animals to stop fighting.

With Jason gone so often, sometimes I really think I need a break from these two. Then I get reminded of how well they help me deal with him being gone and how much faster the time goes by. The something bad will happen like Loki getting into his treat bag and flinging it all over the room. At which point, I escape to a friend's house. It works out well in the end. I keep my sanity.

Well... Loki and I are off to bed now. I think I'll pack up his crate in the car tonight and let him stay in the room. We'll see how he does with the whole attacking the cat deal between now and when I finish packing the car for our trip.

Right now, Loki's stalking the cat. He's in true hunting dog mode with his tail and nose stuck in a straight line and walking very slowly towards the cat. He also keeps looking at me as if he's looking for approval for eating the cat. Nuh uh. Not gonna get it here.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Leave it

Doing leave it with Loki is hilarious. I'll set a treat in front of me and tell him to leave it. He'll leave it, but he'll walk away causing a huge racket. He'll bark, howl, whine, yell, everything. Then he'll come back, sit in front of the treat, and cause a bigger racket. Again with the howling, backing, whining and yelling. Finally, when I tell him to come get it, he'll dart forward like he's never had a treat in his life, but has heard how great they were. What a weird dog.