ALPHA BITCH

Clearly that is not me.

Oh, I can rein Biggs in if he goes crazy when he sees another dog or is spooked by a loud noise.  I’ve learned how.  And I can certainly scold him when necessary.

But when he grabs a towel to munch on or something off the street, I am not going to stick my hands anywhere near his mouth.

My niece says not to be scared of Biggs.  That he loves us and will protect us.  And I believe it, but I am still not going anywhere near his mouth when he wants to chew.

Let my niece wrestle things away from him.  She can be the Alpha Bitch.  She likes that role.  Hahaha

P.S.  I found these great dog tees at Cafe Press.  Click here to order your own.

SIZE MATTERS

   

My dog is bigger than yours.

There.  I’ve said it first.

I never notice before how many small dogs there are in my neighborhood.  There is even a tiny, tiny Chihuahua – well, I think it’s a Chihuahua. I don’t know another breed of dog that is smaller.  Well, this Chihuahua is nearly invisible. 

 This man seemed to be walking his leash.  It was a super long leash and I could not see the dog….even with my glasses on.  I swear I did not see the dog.  He was so tiny.

Biggs seems like a giant in their midst, much like Gulliver.

PASS THE FISH OIL

Poor Biggs.  He has a UTI.

Doctor looked him over, checked his prostate (don’t ask) and prescribed antibiotics and fish oil.

I take fish oil.  Same thing said Doc.

Biggs has to take two fish oil pills, just like me, every day from now on.

And not the farm-fed fish oil, no.  The ocean fishy fish oil is best.  Seems the farm fish are fed corn and that’s a no-no.

Oh, well, thank goodness I got a big bottle of fish oil pills at Costco. 

I don’t mind sharing, but why does Biggs get to eat his with peanut butter and all I get is water and an after taste?

PICTURE FRIDAY: SLEEPING BEAUTY

   

Biggs likes to curl up in the chair across from me as I write and unwind in the evenings.  He is so cute.  Just look at him.

The one place Biggs won’t ever get to curl up in is my bed.  The Shitz-tese – Luna and Oreo -- rule the bedroom so Biggs is out of luck.

Hell, I’m lucky if I even get a corner of the bed.

The Dog Blanket

(that's me under there)

WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING, PEOPLE!

 

This is a good warning for me and others.

I don’t talk on my cell or do anything with my hands when I am walking Biggs, even at 5:00am.  I am alert at all times.  I’m looking out for paper and tissues on the ground that Biggs may consider a snack; other dogs out for a stroll and people walking to and fro without looking where they are going.

I see lots of “single” people – people without dogs – walking who don’t watch where they are going and when they finally realize that Biggs is almost upon them, they freeze in their tracks.  Of course, I have placed myself between Biggs and that person.  I don’t want people to be scared of Biggs.  He is a gentle, loving, big baby.

Now of course, we have him on a muzzle when he goes out in the afternoon, but at 5:00am, he and I have the streets to ourselves.

I still keep a good grip on Biggs’ leash, but still….Watch Where You Are Going, People!

  

TO MUZZEL OR NOT TO MUZZLE

Do we or don’t we?

Well, we have. 

We struggled with the decision for a while.  We are always very careful when we walk Biggs, to look both ways for human traffic, to make sure no dogs are coming that may scare him or more accurately, be scared by him.

We didn’t think of children.

Yesterday, this little girl came out of nowhere and before anyone knew it she was too close to Biggs.  Well of course, he was startled. We all were. 

Biggs started barking like crazy and the girl ran back to her mother, who grabbed her hand and they both ran off in the other direction.

The damage was done.  Biggs lost his cool, and his loving, caring image was in the toilet.

My niece bought him a muzzle today. 

He paws at it but it holds firm.  He can grunt through it but no barking.

Who knows it may be a blessing in disguised.  Maybe now, the neighbors won’t be as frightened and Biggs can make more friends.

 

ANOTHER TOWEL SACRIFICE

Biggs owes me one aerobed (don’t ask; it was tragic.) and two beach towels.

I wanted to make my guest comfortable so I lined his cage with two of my thickest beach towels – and did I fail to mention favorites?

One was from Barcelona – a lovely purple; the other is/ was a double-wide beach towel that I adored because it was wide enough that you could roll over on the beach twice and not fall off into the hot sand.

I loved those towels.  Barcelona has long gone to the towel heaven in the sky.  The colorful full is still hanging tough, but is starting to resemble Swiss cheese.  However, as long as it holds, it will have to do. 

I don’t have any other beach towels to sacrifice; well, ones I don’t care to lose anyway.