Latest submission- dog shaming

A few weeks ago, I submitted a photo to http://dog-shaming.com/. It hasn't been posted, but today I decided to submit a second photo, were hoping this one is put up!

I'm not looking, I swear!



Shame!

Hello everyone! (All 5 of you that is)

The last couple days I have been obsessed with checking the website http://dog-shaming.com/. I find it highly amusing, and I like seeing the evidence that my dog is not the only naughty one out there. As I was browsing yesterday, I thought to myself “Man, I need to get one of Dalton up there. Too bad he’s been so good lately.” It was a non-daycare day, so when I got home, the first thing I did was put down my pile of stuff, grab the leash, and take Dalton outside to go potty. I am rarely coherent this soon after work, so I didn’t notice that anything was amiss.

What did I find when I came inside? Well, I found this:

This is the photo that I sent in to dog shaming. I walked in the door, and noticed that our rug was MIA, until I looked over by the kitchen. There was fluff and the rubber backing, and little particles of stuffing everywhere. It was actually sort of surprising. Generally Dalton isn’t destructive, and the things he has chewed have been either a strange texture (he favors rubbery things) or they’ve been left on the couch, because anything on the couch is apparently fair game.

Anyway, hopefully I don’t have the opportunity to submit many more photos to dog shaming. I have a feeling I will be a frequent visitor to the site though. You can’t tell me, as a dog owner (if you are one) that you don’t giggle a little when you scroll through. And if you didn’t giggle, perhaps you shouldn’t be such a weirdo cat person….

Exercise

The weather has finally started cooling off. Time for laps around Liberty Park!

Random Photos

Yes, that came out of you

about 30 seconds of brushing,  this is nothing, really.

Sometimes he sleeps...

In weird positions

This is Dalton's new favorite spot to stand. Between our legs. Very helpful when vacuuming.

What do you call a cow jumping over a barbed wire fence? UTTER DESTRUCTION!

First of all, I apologize that I have not written or posted pictures in a while. As soon as I am home tomorrow, I will do what I can to get things rolling again.
Now, here's why I haven't written:

I have been house/dog sitting for just about 2 weeks. They are both lovely well behaved dogs, but one of them has severe separation anxiety. I have done everything possible to try to calm, and relax this dog, which is not a  small feat. He was walked several times a day, given bones, locked in an area of the house where he could do the least damage, he wore a thunder shirt constantly, I have been giving him beneadryl, and an herbal relaxing supplement. He's also been wearing a pheromone collar that is supposed to help with anxiety.

The first day or so, he was alright. His owner (the son of the people who own the home) had been gone a few days, and the rest of the family had just left, that was Thursday the 14 th. By Wednesday of the next week, he had escaped the enclosed area that he was to be kept in, and went into the office. This is what I found:

By Friday, he had yet again, gotten past the barriers and into the front room. While there, he decided the custom front door, made in Napa valley, would be a good snack. not to mention the rug in front of the door.This is what I found:

Generally he does fine as long as I am there, and will hang out and relax, but Saturday morning, I woke up to this:

This is the second time the garage door (above) has been ruined by this dog. I knew that he had anxiety, and that this would be a rough one for him since his poppa was gone for about 2 and a half weeks. However, I did not anticipate just how bad. 

There was another door, but for some reason the photo is MIA.

Thankfully, the homeowners are sweet, wonderful people, and knew what they might come home to. Looks like their son, will be doing a lot of repairs the next coming weeks! Wish me luck for the last 24 hours of house sitting!

Skateboard

I have decided that if you are going to have a husky, you should also have a skateboard. Nate has a few of them, and we use them to exercise Dalton at least once a week. Lately we’ve been using a skate without the wheels and trucks for Dalton to practice pulling. I will post pictures later, but Nate, as always came up with the idea. He glued an old rug to the bottom to minimize noise, put and eye bolt at the top for the string which we attach to his harness. Right now we have a small weight on the back to keep it from bouncing all over the place, and on a straighter path. Plus, if it helps tire him out a bit more, I won’t complain.

The best ice cream in the world.

This is my story about how the heat wave ruined my life:

 It’s hot as hell out, all over the damn world. I am not much of a cold weather person; generally I say that if it’s going to snow pretty, fluffy snowflakes, they should be warm and snugly like a blanket or something. But right now, I could really go for some freezing rain, or snow or whatever, as long as it’s cold. All we have is a dinky swamp cooler, and it does basically nothing to cool our house. It will however humidify it, so it’s like were vacationing in Florida, except without the beach and old people.

 Anyway, lately when we take Dalton to the dog park on our non-daycare days, we bring a spray bottle or cold water, and soak him so he stays cool while running around. Except that none of the dogs are running around, they just hang out and sniff butts the whole time. Not that I blame them, they are covered in fur and run at a hotter temperature naturally than humans, so I wouldn’t necessarily want to do anything but chill out either.

Yesterday Dalton and I went to the park, hung out for 2 hours, and then came home (mostly because I was hungry.) Dalton ran a little at the park, but he didn’t get a good play sesh in, so he came ready to annoy us. We threw him (not literally, although I considered it) out on the porch, brought out our books and read some until it cooled off enough to walk him. We walked a couple blocks, avenues blocks, which was probably equivalent to 4 normal blocks, but it was enough to put a damper on his punk attitude. It helped, but I can’t stay up till 11pm every night to walk the dog. That’s way past my old lady bedtime.

I don’t know how I am going to survive. I am so used to our wonderful dog (due to daycare and dog park play time.) I can’t go back to our pre-daycare dog. Having Dalton tired from daycare/ the dog park is like tasting the best ice cream in the world, it’s so good, not too sweet, and all the flavors are perfectly balanced. Having Dalton not tired is the equivalent of being told you are lactose intolerant, and you get the runs every time you try to eat the delicious ice cream. Sure, you get the ice cream, but the aftermath is not what you want, it’s the opposite of what you want. Nobody wants the runs, ever.

And with that, I will end my story about how the heat wave ruined my life.

Happy Thursday Y'all!