Week in Review: Dogs
Apr. 18th, 2010 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoutfellowI generally feed Buster and Gracie dry food. When I can, I buy big 22-lb bags; when I can't, I fall back on the 4.4-lb bags. Even those are a bit of a pain to carry, sometimes. This past week, I went onto campus every day M-F, and the only shopping I was able to do was picking up stuff after getting off the bus home. Since I carry a briefcase, I wasn't in a position to bring home any dog food. Naturally enough, on Thursday I ran out of dry dog food. This didn't worry me too much, because I still had half a dozen cans of dog food in the pantry. I figured, what the heck, give them a treat....
What this calculation neglected was the fact that changing a dog's diet can have side effects; they're usually temporary, but....
Both dogs loved the idea, and gobbled down their dinners of ground beef. Later that day, though, Gracie was afflicted with what Nanny Ogg would call "the dire rear". Worse, she had a problem with... call it "failure to achieve separation", which meant that every time she sat down, the unpleasantness spread. (Oh, well, it had been quite a while since I washed that bathrobe anyway.)
On a more pleasant note, I bought Buster a new toy. The octopus-thingie having largely disintegrated and his "giant dinosaur bone" having been fenced off, I decided to get him a new tug-of-war toy, a short and rather stiff rag rope. He's delighted with it; he carries it around, knotted ends dangling on either side of his mouth, like a great big bone. I'm not expecting it to survive all that long, but he's having fun.
I think maybe I spend too much time on the computer - online, working on my databases, etc. Every so often, both dogs come bouncing in to demand attention. Yesterday, I picked Gracie up and set her on my lap; she then started climbing up onto my shoulder, supported by my left arm. Buster, seeing that my lap was empty, decided to seize the moment.... I did manage to catch him, at which point I was holding both dogs, one in each arm. This did not last very long, but it was more amusing than painful, at least for a while.
What this calculation neglected was the fact that changing a dog's diet can have side effects; they're usually temporary, but....
Both dogs loved the idea, and gobbled down their dinners of ground beef. Later that day, though, Gracie was afflicted with what Nanny Ogg would call "the dire rear". Worse, she had a problem with... call it "failure to achieve separation", which meant that every time she sat down, the unpleasantness spread. (Oh, well, it had been quite a while since I washed that bathrobe anyway.)
On a more pleasant note, I bought Buster a new toy. The octopus-thingie having largely disintegrated and his "giant dinosaur bone" having been fenced off, I decided to get him a new tug-of-war toy, a short and rather stiff rag rope. He's delighted with it; he carries it around, knotted ends dangling on either side of his mouth, like a great big bone. I'm not expecting it to survive all that long, but he's having fun.
I think maybe I spend too much time on the computer - online, working on my databases, etc. Every so often, both dogs come bouncing in to demand attention. Yesterday, I picked Gracie up and set her on my lap; she then started climbing up onto my shoulder, supported by my left arm. Buster, seeing that my lap was empty, decided to seize the moment.... I did manage to catch him, at which point I was holding both dogs, one in each arm. This did not last very long, but it was more amusing than painful, at least for a while.
