Sunday, June 7th, at around 23:30, Tierce was not feeling well. Hunched over, shaking, panting, didn’t want food, didn’t want to walk. Took him to Central Island Veterinary Emergency Hospital where, after several hours, he ended up with a diagnosis of… Continue Reading
I found a dog training book: Paul Loeb’s Complete Book of Dog Training, by (perhaps unsurprisingly) Paul Loeb. Copyright 1974. The training advice is based around dominance theory, not really surprising, given the era. Tierce: I don’t buy dominance theory.… Continue Reading
Me: I’ve been thinking. Mischa: Uh oh. Me: I don’t like our dog anymore. Mischa: Why don’t you like our dog anymore? Me: He’s not little and cute anymore. And he’s old. Mischa: He is damn cute. And he’s only… Continue Reading
Tierce: Why are you crying? Me: Kona is dead. Tierce: Who? Me: She was an American Eskimo. You never met her. Tierce: Was she important or something? Me: She knew Shassi. She played with Shassi, many, many moons ago. Tierce:… Continue Reading
What is mine is mine, what is yours is negotiable. Me: Well, we got quite a haul from that charity dog walk. Mischa: Oh? What did you get? Me: Won some kids’ dog books and a 33 pound bag of… Continue Reading
Me: Tierce is really hungry lately. Mischa: I think it’s the Prednisone he’s on.* Now that it’s fall, we can cut him down to 1 pill a day. Me: That’s a good idea. Maybe then he won’t go on scavenging… Continue Reading
This post was brought to you in part by the Shiba Prom Haiku Contest, which Tierce won. Tierce: I am never going along with any of your crackpot schemes again! Me: Don’t knock yourself. You’re a very talented poet. Tierce:… Continue Reading
Me: What is this? Tierce: Looks like a paper bag. On the floor. Yep, that’s what it is. A paper bag on the floor. Me: Correction. It used to be a paper bag. Now it is a soggy collection of… Continue Reading