On Tue, 18 Dec 2007 18:00:48 -0500, Robibnikoff wrote:

"Mark K. Bilbo" <gmail@com.mkbilbo> wrote in message
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On Tue, 18 Dec 2007 13:13:31 -0500, Robibnikoff wrote:

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I usually grab my coat and THEN let Ginger out of her crate and into
the back yard first thing in the a.m. This morning, I let her out of
her crate FIRST and then went to the front hallway to get my coat.
Turned around to catch her piddling on the carpet in the living room!
Ding dang it! Couldn't she have waited just a couple of seconds?!?

Mm... at her age, maybe not.

Very young puppies are literally unable to "hold it". She's older but
still young. She may have been right at the bursting point. <g>

Well, true, but didn't she know I was just about to take her outside? I
mean, it's not like we don't do the same thing at the same time every
damn morning.

Heh. And what's that often repeated line of parents? "Didn't I tell you
to go before we left???"

She'll get better at waiting as she gets older. I take it you let her out
before bed?

I'm not ready to burst in the morning".

We don't have that problem here and haven't in years. Unless *I* get
stupid like yesterday. Still irritated at myself about that. My back is
killing me so I ended up having to lug the steam vac around. Wheeee!

Speak of the devil, I just got a nose bump.

Crazy Blaze. When he wants attention, he'll come up next to me at the
computer and bump his nose against me. Won't leave me alone until I pet
him either.

(And I'm having a back problem right now. Next time he so much as
glances at the door, I'm opening the damn thing!)

Wise move, grasshoppa.....

Blaze is good about letting me know. I just didn't think he could
possibly need to go *that* bad since he'd been out maybe two hours
before. But, well, biology isn't clockwork...

So I've noticed ;)

I suspect it's also part of aging. He's no old fart hobbling around but
he's getting up there. Drives me *nuts* at night. He just has to get on
the foot of the bed but then it's shift, wiggle, jerk, shift, wiggle...
and if he ever gets settled down, it's SSSSSSSNNNNNOOOOOORRRRRREEEEE.

Always ends up going to his favorite couch anyway. I wish I could tell
him, "I wouldn't be insulted if you just stayed on the couch where you
always end up going anyway".

And here comes Mister Allergy scratching like crazy. I swear, I feel like
I'm running a retirement home...

"Mark K. Bilbo" <gmail@com.mkbilbo> wrote in message
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On Tue, 18 Dec 2007 22:58:30 -0500, Ben Kaufman wrote:

On Tue, 18 Dec 2007 11:44:02 -0600, "Mark K. Bilbo"
<gmail@com.mkbilbo> wrote:

On Mon, 17 Dec 2007 12:49:52 -0500, Robibnikoff wrote:

"Mark K. Bilbo" <gmail@com.mkbilbo> wrote in message
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I'm much more strict about the line between people food and dog
food. If nothing else, it's just not good for them to get into the
people food. Plenty of our stuff is just not suited for dogs. Ice
cream for example. Wanna see blorch all over your carpet? Let a dog
have ice cream.

Blech. The other day she threw up something that looked like a
chewed-up piece of wood. Thank goodness for old shitty carpeting

Yeah well, this morning we had a lesson in "dog's have limited
vocabulary" over here. It was my damn fault so I couldn't get mad at
him. I mean, I knew Blaze wanted to go out but he'd been out just a
couple of hours before so I was, "Just let me finish this okay?"

All these years of being around dogs, I shouldn't have to be reminded
that they don't have much of a way of indicating the difference
between, "I wanna go out" and "If you don't get off your butt right
now, it's gonna drop on the floor as I walk!"

And it did. From the door of the office to the front door was a trail.
By the time I let him out, it was kinda pointless.

And as I said, it was my own damn fault. So I paid for it with an hour
or two of penance with the Hoover SteamVac...

(And I'm having a back problem right now. Next time he so much as
glances at the door, I'm opening the damn thing!)

When my dog really has to go she enters the room in a huff and starts
rapid fire barking.

Count yourself lucky. I have one that'll make a kind of "moaning" sound
but it's neither loud nor urgent sounding. The other doesn't make a
sound at all. His signals are absurdly subtle. Like he's being overly
polite or something ("Really don't mean to bother you...").

I could use some old fashioned scratching at the door or something
around here...

I get the "stand by the entrance into the family room and whining". Hey,
whatever works.

On Wed, 19 Dec 2007 12:50:16 -0500, Robibnikoff wrote:

"Mark K. Bilbo" <gmail@com.mkbilbo> wrote in message

Especially when certain idiots with claws step on my bare feet!

Ouch!

Tell me about it. And this morning, before I even had any coffee, Mister
Senile stepped in his own poop. We had another major clean up operation
around here.

(Another reason I have got to get rid of this carpet. Two aging dogs and
carpet? This is not going to be pretty.)

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Oh dear. See, I could see Ginger doing that. She acts like she's
starving all the time! It's bizarre. To me, anyway.

As I think I said (I don't remember, yesterday was an aching blur and
the crazy lady was being a total ditz on the phone and I'm thinking I
should turn the cell ringer off today and "forget" it's off)...

Believe me, I know the feeling. If my mom calls me ONE MORE TIME about
her freakin' Xmas cards (which I wrote and sent out for her LAST WEEK),
I'm going to blow a gasket :P

With mine it was "the Internet isn't working". Google was okay. It was
"the Internet". While my back is hurting enough to almost make me cry,
I'm putting up with "the other machine can do this". WHICH ONE IS THE
OTHER ONE??? "Why am I getting email if the Internet doesn't work?" WHAT??

AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

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Yeah, Ginger loves to chew on sticks from the backyards. We're
constantly taking them away from her.

This is how I discovered Kong toys. Trying to find him something he
could chew all he wanted that would last more than five minutes.

Shoot, I wish Ginger liked hers :P

I wonder why. Maybe she likes crunchy?

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Or in our case, good thing we don't have it. We're all aging over here.
I've had a back problem (or sciatic nerve considering the way it's been
acting) for three days now.

You're the second person I know that's been having that particular
problem. Hmmm....

I'm not so sure we're talking sciatic from what I saw when I looked
things up.

grab in every commercial selling some back thingie since the beginning of
time. And I think I know how I did it. Not sitting at the computer but I
was playing with a blinky light circuit in the living room and had my
little breadboard on the ridiculously tall arm rest of that torture
device laughingly called "a couch" and sat funny for a long period of
time.

Oh and I'm fat.

Which I'm getting *so* tired of. Saw a picture of me from '05 and was
just really pissed I'd let it get this bad. I have to remind myself the
whole thing happened the year after Bob had died and I was about ready
for a rubber room so extra weight is not as bad as what some folks came
out of Katrina with. But it's been over a year now and I'm getting pissed
at myself. <g>

Oh gack. I saw a picture of myself from last Xmas when I went to mom's
for Thanksgiving. I said, "Who's the whale?"

(Actually, what's worse is I looked like Grandma Bilbo, dad's mom. The
vile, senile old *****. Why can't I at *least* look like one of my
grandFATHERS?)

Lucky's starting to have trouble with steps.

And Blaze is getting to where he sleeps a *lot* (which is saying
something with a dog... dogs and cats are both carnivores and
carnivores tend to sleep a great deal of the day).

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Heh. Start your own zoo. <g>

If I was single, I shudder to think how many pets I would have.

Heh. Reminds me of how grateful I was that city regulations kept Bob
from going nuts. Goats, he wanted *goats*. In the city.

Goats are actually very cool - Very smart, but also very mischevious.

Tell me about it. While they actually can be decent pets, when they go
bad, look out. We had a billy once that had anger issues and had to be
put down. The idiot wasn't just butting everybody in the family if they
dared come out of the house but was butting glass doors!

Oh and an arboreal

snake for the palm trees. I replied by looking through the ads for
apartments. <g>

(Snakes. <brrrrrr>)

Oh, they're not so bad ;)

You may have my share.