Trying to figure out what a dog will eat when he won’t eat what he has eaten for years before, is exciting (and can be a bit expensive). Woody suddenly started refusing to eat the food he had eaten for the 3 years since I adopted him. I scramble around to find some new stuff, and he eats that for a while. Then, he won’t eat that anymore so, I mix in some sliced hot dogs and that works for a while. Then he won’t eat the base food, just the hot dogs, then, not them either. So, now, I am back to trying to figure out something he will eat again. I fully believe that he understands English perfectly well and could tell me what the problem is if he wanted too but loves seeing me rush around like crazy.
Understand, though, that he only gets fed once a day and if he doesn’t eat that, he doesn’t eat until tomorrow. At 14, you would think he would have figured it out by now.
His tummy could be upset, also, so maybe some Pepcid tomorrow.
My dog is old, blind, and deaf, and panics if he can’t find me. He won’t go upstairs, so I stay downstairs. Most every night I can count on feeling him bump me with his nose to make sure I’m where he can find me.
Ditto. I bought my car because it was perfect for carrying dogs around. I don’t put onions or garlic in anything I cook. I plan my schedule around the dogs. Old dogs get catered to a lot. When one dog was sick, I slept on the floor and checked on her every couple of hours.
My dog has a high chair so he can join us for meals. I cook chicken especially for him. He goes to work with me most days and at less than ten pounds he is the boss.
It all started when he was a little pup. It was winter and I would cradle him on my knee, sharing my bulky knit cardigan with him and sing nonsense words to Brahms’ Lullaby. I really can’t sing so only a dog could enjoy it. I would gaze down at his lovely golden eyelashes over sleepy eyes and temporarily forget the nightmare of caring for a lively puppy for the first time in over 25 years.
My dog is a big boy now of 18 months but he will still start yawning and relaxing when I sing his “Go to sleep” song to him.
My friend leaves her television on for her pet budgie when she goes shopping. She doesn’t want him to get lonely.
I take our three dogs and African grey parrot to work with me every day. To accomplish this I drive a Jeep Wrangler with the rear seat removed and the front seat modified to accommodate the bird’s travel cage, leaving me with what is essentially a single person vehicle.
Six years ago we rented a pontoon boat for the day. The dogs had such a nice time that I purchased a pontoon boat and recently upgraded to a slightly bigger boat. Our pontoon boats have been named Lucky Dog and Lucky Dog II. Interestingly, there are a couple of other dog-centric boaters at our marina.
I just bought and modified a parrot cage so that we can now take Rocco boating.
I bought a $200 doggie stroller for our 3 legged dog. Her one back leg could no longer support her when we went on walks. Bailey loved the stroller, she was a queen everywhere we went with her. We only used it for about a year before we had to have her put to sleep. That was 2 years ago, we still have the stroller. My wife isn’t ready to get rid of it yet. Too many memories.
My husband insisted I make an afghan for our pug. I’m not sure why, since she snoozes on the afghan on the back of the love seat, or the afghan on the back of the chair, or the afghan on the end of the sofa, or the afghan on the recliner. But she also has her own in her crate. It’s rough being a dog in our household…
We used to load up our three pugs into the station wagon and take them for a ride to look at Christmas lights in the neighborhood. They’d get really excited at the sight of those moving reindeer lit with white lights.
I don’t know what they’d make of gigantic inflatable Scooby-Doos and polar bears, as they passed on years ago.
Not finding a single thing strange in this thread.
Cat puke? Check.
Hairballs? Check.
Little poop balls on the floor when Havoc forgets to shake her rump before exiting the cat box? Check.
“Room for all the animals” #1 on the new car checklist? Check.
Waking up with a stiff neck/back/whatever because you slept around 4 cats all night rather than waking them up and making them move? Check.
I will cook hamburger without garlic so my dogs can eat it.
Then one dog had sore joints and could not jump up on the bed/sofa. So we made steps for her so she could easily walk up.
Not to mention I sometimes have an ill dog or a dog with a “sports injury” (pull something chasing balls), so I will serve that dog dinner in bed, serve bowls of water periodically, etc. Make a big fuss about the dog’s “pain and suffering”. (They pour on the sad faces. Usually OK the next day!)
I went to an Arby’s with my family. We ordered three “Big Montana” sandwiches for ourselves, and two more for our dogs. They told us that we used up all the meat they had on hand and had to thaw and cut some more.
I forgot about the fact that I, a five-foot-nothing single woman, bought a king-size bed so I wouldn’t have to jostle my two medium-sized dogs if I wanted to roll over in the night.
My dog Kate (Doberman Pointer cross) always slept with me. When she was old and getting incontinent, I continued to let her sleep on my waterbed, which was easy to clean, and I moved into the guest room on the less-comfortable regular mattress.
I cook chicken and rice for my dogs, especially for my current oldest, Maggie, a Standard poodle.
I still have the little steps I bought for the late Miss Austen so that she could get up on the couch. She’s been dead nearly 3 years. The stairs are de-assembled and in the laundry room right now, since the calico monsters are currently between their 1st and 2nd birthdays and have the energy, agility, and self-launch capabilities of flying squirrels. But they’ll be old cats too someday, and I’ll be ready for it.
I bought a big fleece blanket, and my dog really loved it, so I let her have it and got a second one. She preferred the second one, so I took the first one back. Now that it’s summer, she has them both.
A courtyard cat adopted me and she was flea-ridden and had scratched off all the hair on her neck and there were scars from her scratching that wouldn’t go away. At the risk of getting scratched myself, whenever she started to do that, I’d rub the scars and maybe scratch gently instead of the fierce scar-making scratching she was doing. Thankfully she stopped scratching when I would scratch for her so her hair grew back after I started doing that.
My dogs don’t get people food, except for veggies and the occasional blop of plain greek yogurt, but I do pour some bottled water on my old doggie’s food every morning and evening, because he prefers it that way. I also give the other one first dibs on everything that comes out of the garden, because he loves fruits and vegetables with all his heart.