Well I said that I would chronicle small dog training, but I lied. I want to discuss why having a small dog is neat when I get off work at night.
I work from 3pm-11pm. We call it swing shift. So when I come home my girlfriend is already in bed, asleep, with the cats curled up next to her. Even if that cats awake they still don't feel it's necessary to say "hi" to me. Only if they are hungry at night will they bother to even greet me. But I see through there lies. They only claim to like me, but in reality they just want some food. Anywho....
Even before I take my shoes off I hear the frantic footsteps of the small dog down the stairs and across the hardwood floor. Her tail wagging furiously and her huge ears folded back. It really makes my night. Shes always really wild too, even though shes noticeably groggy from just having woken up.
This is where having a small dog is really useful. If I owned a great dane or even a lab I couldn't imagine that huge dog all crazy like when I come home. The dog would probably hurt me. But with a small dog breed I can pick her up if shes too out of control and there isn't much she can do about it.
I also forgot to mention that quickly after the meet and greet shes off up stairs to claim her treat. See, it really is still about food.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Small Dog Blog Reason Post 2
I left off with Pepper scratching at my leg last night. Turns out she wanted to go to bed. I know, I'm a sucker for bedtime.
So we ended up getting Pepper during the southern California fire storm. The fire was not even close to my home, but I still was hesitant to leave. There is always the "what ifs?"
But my girlfriend was adamant in getting her, so it was either let her drive 60 miles to pick up a dog from a man on craigslist or go with her. I chose the latter.
So we took off down the freeway with the smoke billowing everywhere and ash falling like snow. We were told by the man that he would meet us on a street corner. We brought a small dog carrier just in case, but the plan was for my girlfriend to just have her in her lap.
After multiple phone calls trying to locate the precise corner (there are a lot in San Diego) we finally parked and walked to where he said he would be.
Well, the man was creepy and it played out like a drug deal. "You got the stuff?" "Yeah." Something like that. We exchanged money and dog and went on our way with barely a word between us.
The first few days I tried my darnedest not to like the little pup. But like all small cute things she worked her way into my life.
Then came the peeing and pooping. I was prepared, but it certainly was not like the cats that I had owned up until now. Cats pretty much know what to do from the get go. You point them towards the litter box and they figure it out. Puppies on the other hand... not so much.
Next time I'll detail small dog training.
So we ended up getting Pepper during the southern California fire storm. The fire was not even close to my home, but I still was hesitant to leave. There is always the "what ifs?"
But my girlfriend was adamant in getting her, so it was either let her drive 60 miles to pick up a dog from a man on craigslist or go with her. I chose the latter.
So we took off down the freeway with the smoke billowing everywhere and ash falling like snow. We were told by the man that he would meet us on a street corner. We brought a small dog carrier just in case, but the plan was for my girlfriend to just have her in her lap.
After multiple phone calls trying to locate the precise corner (there are a lot in San Diego) we finally parked and walked to where he said he would be.
Well, the man was creepy and it played out like a drug deal. "You got the stuff?" "Yeah." Something like that. We exchanged money and dog and went on our way with barely a word between us.
The first few days I tried my darnedest not to like the little pup. But like all small cute things she worked her way into my life.
Then came the peeing and pooping. I was prepared, but it certainly was not like the cats that I had owned up until now. Cats pretty much know what to do from the get go. You point them towards the litter box and they figure it out. Puppies on the other hand... not so much.
Next time I'll detail small dog training.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Small Dog Blog Open For Business!
Where to start?
How about my reasons for starting this blog?
Well, to be honest I don't like dogs, rather, I THOUGHT I didn't like dogs. Turns out I never had one so that tainted my thoughts on dogs, and small dogs in particular.
Growing up we had cats so I defaulted to liking them. You don't really know any better so you just assume you like them and try and make up reasons for your thoughts. Don't get me wrong, I have 2 house cats and get much enjoyment from them, but as far as companions, they stink.
So when my girlfriend said that she was going to get a dog, a small dog at that, I had none of it. Adamantly I refused, but when she went out and got it on her own accord I had no other choice.
So I put up with the dog as best as I could. Peeing on the carpet and pooping everywhere. My room mate even slipped on some pee in the living room as we have wooden floors.
The dog was eventually named Pepper and is some sort of Chihuahua / Terrier mutt of a small dog breed. Not really sure. Kind of an Ewok crossed with a deer who had too much caffeine when she was small. She has freakish long scraggly hair. A neighbor remarked that the dog had the "wet dog look." That about sums it up.
So, the dog worked it's way into my life for the next 9 months. Here I am writing starting this blog about that damned dog. While I am typing she's scratching my leg wanting either food or attention (or both).
So... I'm out,
Grixon
How about my reasons for starting this blog?
Well, to be honest I don't like dogs, rather, I THOUGHT I didn't like dogs. Turns out I never had one so that tainted my thoughts on dogs, and small dogs in particular.
Growing up we had cats so I defaulted to liking them. You don't really know any better so you just assume you like them and try and make up reasons for your thoughts. Don't get me wrong, I have 2 house cats and get much enjoyment from them, but as far as companions, they stink.
So when my girlfriend said that she was going to get a dog, a small dog at that, I had none of it. Adamantly I refused, but when she went out and got it on her own accord I had no other choice.
So I put up with the dog as best as I could. Peeing on the carpet and pooping everywhere. My room mate even slipped on some pee in the living room as we have wooden floors.
The dog was eventually named Pepper and is some sort of Chihuahua / Terrier mutt of a small dog breed. Not really sure. Kind of an Ewok crossed with a deer who had too much caffeine when she was small. She has freakish long scraggly hair. A neighbor remarked that the dog had the "wet dog look." That about sums it up.
So, the dog worked it's way into my life for the next 9 months. Here I am writing starting this blog about that damned dog. While I am typing she's scratching my leg wanting either food or attention (or both).
So... I'm out,
Grixon
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