Well, in a fit of boredom I decided to look at some big dogs. Yes, I said big dogs. Canine Giganticus Multipo-kakus. Well, let me tell you, I had NO idea that there were dogs THAT big in the world.
Let me get back to the root of my rambling search… my dogs: Skippi and Oscar.
Now last year after 11 months of night time terror (My dog oscar has a couple of issues, look under my pets posts, he cried like a baby all night for the first 11 months of his life. We didn't sleep and it was hell) we finally crumbled, and got Oscar a psychologist. We tried to work things out, although I'm sure I could've blamed his murder on hormones (I was 6 months pregnant) R1200, a spectral urine analysis, antibiotics, psychotic drugs and mental once-over later Oscar was pronounced to be "highly strung, with mother issues, abandonment issues, immaturity and extreme dependency...oh, and a bladder infection"
We bought a DAP dispenser, a strange looking thing that sends out female dog pheromones into the room, to help calm Oscar. Skippi, our previously disadvantaged terrier from Chatsworth, realised that in order to be deemed equal to Oscar she would have to conger up some issues of her own. She suddenly had a loose bowel, extreme nervousness, digging up the garden, ripping up multiple balls of expensive wool, licking the carpet in circles and barking at cats, that aren't there (I think her logic is that the MIGHT be there…) anyway, we seemed to have sorted out the issues all round and so I went on to enjoy the last two months of my pregnancy with no barking etc
My child is three months old, Oscar is 1.5yrs old, Skippi is 2. This week for no observable reason, Oscar decided to develop a new issue.
The dogs have a beautiful wooden dog house on our porch, filled with lovely soft blankets. The other night Oscar sat on my porch and barked, screamed, whined and carried on from 8pm until I finally got up at 3:00am and clobbered him.
I tricked him you see, I opened the lounge door and as he ran in triumphantly I cracked him across the backside. I don't think his paws even touched the carpet as he realised that the lounge was filled with monsters whacking at his ass… he did a 360 and ran back out, into his house, and slept till 9am. I of course was ready to kill all and sundry and lay fuming in my bed until 6am.
This morning I went out onto the porch to make sure that their blankets are all arranged nicely only to find that their blankets are sopping wet. Urine. Oscar. Its an issue that we resolved when he was 6months old and kept defecating in his blankets because he was scared of grass. OMG. I need a cat rather.
My budgies also became annoying and they live in an avery on the other side of town.
…and so, I decided to look at big dogs, mine are tiny, easy to hide the remains, but what if your dog is HUGE.
Enjoy the pictures.
Sands x
My dad always said "wasn't doesn't kill you can only make you stronger!" I think you should view the toilet issues with Oscar as early potty training experience for all the times that Sav is going to wee on the carpet, or miss the toilet, or wee in her bed...thankfully, we've got a littler longer to wait for all that :) Hee hee...our dogs ripped up newspaper, plastic packets and a sack of potatoes all over the kitchen floor last night so I kind of feel your pain!
ReplyDeleteWell, we drained the pool last week and in the 9 days since, Oscar has poohed in the pool oh let me see... 9 friggin times!!
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I was given a St Bernard puppy by my boyfriend when I was a student. She was adorable and I loved her to bits...but she grew into a hulking 58 kg of fur that required daily brushing. She drooled on my hair and clothes and slept in my bed. I worked just to feed her and walked because I couldn't afford bus fare. Her bark shook the house and her hair clogged my vacuum cleaner. She swam in my pool and once even jumped into my bath with me! She was big enough to reach the washing on the clothes line and her favourite pass-time was to pull clothes off the line and toss them in the pool. I would come home to find all my washing floating in the pool and Gypsey (so named because I was listening to Fleetwood Mac's song by the same name when I received my little bundle of joy!) swimming around chasing my drowning washing. She was a character such as I have never seen in a canine and she made life very interesting. Sadly, she died in August 1995, the day my first son was born. We missed her so much that we replaced her with Gypsey the second in 1997, shortly after the birth of my second son. Best dog ever! Needless to say, Saints are wonderful dogs. Gentle Ginats...and I would choose one over a poodle or dachshund ANYDAY!
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