He’s old (we adopted him old), so we knew what we were in for. We can deal. 
Old dogs are the best.
Yeah, they have very definite personalities.
Stunning.
@SCAdian is obviously extremely well supervised.
They know Santa is coming and have been so good.
So this bad little boy (who is now named Marvin) came to work with me today. It’s Christmas day and I knew there wouldn’t be too much traffic and that I would be spending the evening away from home. He’s crated or confined to a room alone when I’m not home because he’s a criminal and can’t be trusted. Case in point- this morning, while I was in the shower, he tipped the whole trash can over and was munching away by the time I caught him.
I’ve had him two weeks now and it’s been a challenge. We’ve got ten years’ worth of being undersocialized, underexercised, and untrained to conquer. We’re working on housebreaking, but also… it’s been dangerously cold for the past few days, so… that’s a setback. But he’s good about using pee pads. I just would prefer it if he didn’t pee inside my house at all.
Anyway, so we went to work today- him and Helena, my other dog. And after we cleaned the office, my co-worker made an alarmed noise. We came to see the problem was and… it was a puddle of very bloody-looking pee. There are several office cats as well as the two dogs and none of us could be sure who had done it. We eventually decided to change out all the litter in the litterboxes for shredded paper for the night to see who was having the problem.
Later, though, I took Marvin out to go potty and his pee was like… BRIGHT red.
So I’m thinking “Shit. It looked perfectly normal yesterday. I should probably take him to the emergency vet. Of course this would happen on Christmas. God, this is going to be expensive. But if he’s peeing straight blood, I probably shouldn’t delay.”
So I went back in, told my co-workers that I’d discovered whose pee it was, and was trying to decide which emergency vet to go to, when… I remembered that he had gotten into the trash can this morning. In fact, he had been unusually interested in the trash last night when I was busy preparing and roasting… beetroot. Oh.
Yep. The thing that tempted him into tipping the trash can and the thing he had been chowing down on when I discovered him was beet skins and stems. Mystery solved! He’s fine and I’ll be ordering a more secure kitchen trash can.
Naughty Marvin, scaring your human like that!
Our boys Cocoa “Puff” (tan/brown lynx point) and Vash “the Stampede” (cream/orange flame point) are finding it harder to share the top perch of the cat tree:
Here a seaonal one my wife took of Abby wait for me to come home.
What’s going on? We both used to fit in here just fine!
Any minute now! Got to be ready!
Your dog looks exactly like mine. I got him when he was five, he’s ten and a half now.
Max was ten and a half when we got him. He’s thirteen and a half now.
Good of you to adopt him at that age. I once had a friend who was on trial and if he went to prison his family would have had to move. So he asked me to adopt his eleven year old cat. I did, but told him if he got off with probation I was keeping the cat. He agreed, and did get probation. But it was an open adoption, he could always come and see Vladimir. I had the cat for five years, and when he had to be put down my friend came with me to the vet. Also helped to dig his grave in my back yard.
They are beeeeeyoooootiful!
Love the “ah, jeez, not this B.S. again” glare on Puff’s face. He just looks so totally over the situation.
We deliberately got an older dog. Here he is in another of his confused wandering states:
At one point, he had all four paws on the little table.
My little family, all wearing their coats. Except Jack - the velcro on his coat suffered a mysterious “accident”.
Since I can see even more of him, this truly looks like it is a pic of my Mauser. Too ban they can’t meet.
Yeah, Max likes most other dogs. I’m sure he’d like Mauser, too!
Yes and yes!
I posted this in the MMP, but Imma gonna cross post just because…
I bought a large breed kitten, he will be two in April. I know that he’s a big boy, but because I’m so used to him, I forget…until something happens that reminds me that Gormless George is a BIG kitty who isn’t
even fully mature yet. Here he is with his big sissy, the 12 +/- year old moggy. (They are on their kitty bed. They are the only ones who sleep on it but the linen gets changed weekly and the blankets get washed monthly, which is when I vacuum the mattress because GG is a professional shedder.)
