Things My Dog has Brought Home and/or Destroyed

Brindle is my sweet big dog. He is a bull boxer, best we can tell. He thinks he is a 10lb. puppy, in truth he is a 98lb very heavy oaf. He is a big baby, pokes his lip out and pouts, if a dog can pout. He brings home treasures he borrows and or steels from the neighbors.

here are a few of the things he has brought home.
Someones shoe, I dont know if he ate the strings or left them behind.




A basket, that I have since put to use, I know whoever he borrowed it from probably misses it, but I like it.



A brush, kind of strange, but Brindle was very proud, head held high as he walked down the street with this in his mouth.


Here are a few things he has destroyed:
The yellow toy is advertised as the "Indestructible Large Dog Toy, Tested on Tigers" from what Brindle did to it, it must have been tested on tiger cubs. He had it completely disemboweled in less than an hour. Indestructible my foot! I wrote the company, sent them pictures, they never responded.



Next is the red tough bone, yes again advertised as "A Super Tough Toy" $9.99 and 5 minutes latter it was nothing but red scraps and stuffing a few black strings and a squeaker, minus the squeak.



Yes, this is a pumpkin, Brindle stole and ate my pumpkin. he carried it around the yard by the top for a few hours before he realized he could tear it apart leaving an orangy, sticky mess.





And most recently, my tennis shoes, well only one of them. Why not eat both. I need a new pair, I didnt want to get them today, but I guess I will. Either that or have one air conditioned toe. If you didnt notice, this picture was taken this morning on top of the garbage can, where the shoes now live. Nike's cannot stand up to the wrath of Brindle.

Cats and the art of bed making.

I dont know about your furry felines but mine love when we change the bed. The only other thing that gets their attention like that is when Jeremy changes the kitty pan, but thats another blog. As soon as I grab the comforter and jerk it off the bed 3 cats appear from no where and pounce. Simon usually freaks out and leaves but Roxanne and Quincy think its a game. I quickly pull off the sheets and try to avoid the claws. Next, the really fun part, trying to get the new fitted sheet back on. After fluffing the sheet to spread it out I find there are 2 cats already under it. If at this time you try to smooth the sheet, you will bleed. Sheets are thin, cat claws are sharp and a hand on top of what they are under is just another game. So I tuck in 3 sides and kind of moosh the cats toward the open side. Once they realize there is another level of sheet that may or may not already be blood stained, the game is on again! The top sheet is even more fun because there is more of it and when you fluff it, it gets a lot of air underneath and makes a huge bubble for the cats to play in. Roxanne likes to wait on the edge and as the sheet comes down she jumps onto the sheet "bubble" smooshing the cat beneath. At this point in the bed making I can go ahead and add the other covers and comforter on top of the cats, leaving 2 bumps that slowly make their way to the edge and plop out onto the floor. They always jump right back onto the bed and roll on the freshly smoothed comforter, probably looking for fresh blood!

I miss my babies

I miss my babies!

They are at the vet I know he will take care of them, but I miss them. My brother is taking care of my kitties and I miss them too. I bet Quincy has redecorated the kitchen by now.

We are so used to having them around all the time, sleeping on us, laying on us. I bet they miss us too, I'm sure the vet doesn't have a comfy couch or large bed for them to sleep on. As much as we pay, they should.

Joys of a Box

I wish hiding in a box really was this fun!

Imagine, the highlight of your day is finding the perfect box to crawl into and disappear. Quincy played in and on this box until something icky and kind of gooey ended up on it, I don't even want to know what that might have been!


Roxanne claimed the next one. (The hubby got new boots--he has big feet therefore a big box).

So the big cat, Quincy, is in the smallest box he could possibly fit into and Roxanne, my small kitty, is in the huge box.

Oh to curl up and take a snuggly nap in your very own box! I might try that tomorrow, I bet we have some big boxes at work.....

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One Smart Dog

This one came to me from Melissa. Check out this smart doggie!

Simon Says, "Have A Nice Weekend."

This is fun! Enjoy, everybody.

A Comfy Place To Sleep!

This is my bed, mine (not that you can tell from this example). I have the biggest, most expensive pet bed that I know of. I mean, who else buys their dog beds from a real furniture store?

Roxanne is sleeping on two layers of feather pillows. She's very comfortable and believe me, she thinks that those pillows are there just for her!

Brindle and Bailey are very comfy on a deep pillow top mattress, covered with a 2 inch foam pad, the kind that conforms to your body. Those two dogs are very comfortable, too.

At night Brindle sleeps on the couch. (He can't jump up on the bed, thank goodness!) Bailey always sleeps on my side, between my feet. Roxanne usually sleeps on my back and Cyble sleeps on the pillow she shares it begrudgingly with me, sometimes.

Trainers always say, "treat your pets like the animals they are, they are not people do not project a human personality onto them." Well, I disagree. I spoil my pets, they sleep on me and with me, they even eat with me sometimes. I know, some of you are thinking, "gross, how can you do this?" Well I can and do. It doesn't hurt anyone or them. So they are rotten. So what? It makes us all very happy!

Look What the Cat...errr Dog...Dragged In!

Pet owners everywhere are aware of the often disturbing 'treasures 'that your critter can drag up. I won't bore you with any gorey details...I'll just let the picture do the talking.

I'm guessing that we might have a hunter in the neighborhood who is less than careful when cleaning his kill. Either that or my Jacee is faaaa-aaaaassst! (say that with a southern/redneck twang.)

Anybody else got anything that'll match this beauty?

One Rotten Cat!

Yeah, this cat's not rotten! Right. This is Quincey. Every time the hubby sits down to play his game, Quincey jumps in his lap. No matter how many times hubby gets up, that cat comes right back or he just sits and waits. Well, what else does he have to do? Is he going to clean something or do some ironing? That would be nice wouldn't it?

Quincey is the perfect lap kitty, he loves to lay on you in any configuration, it doesn't matter. Need to move him slightly to the right so you can type better? Go ahead, he doesn't care, he'll bite you if he does. Thats when he gets thumped on the head and he runs off, but he always comes back! Quincey's favorite is Jeremy because he sits still more than I do (at least thats what I'm telling myself). By the way, I've gotta go iron something for work tomorrow....

Longing For The Pet You Can't Have!

For my first blog on BamaPaws I thought I'd start with a bit about my animal. She's a beautiful Chocolate Lab. Her name is Jacee and she's hyper, fast and super sweet (when she wants to be). My kids find her overwhelming more than anything. I find her comforting. As much as I might gripe about things she's doing, she's a puppy still. I know that! She's the only pet we have and she's great. I would love to have a cat. Unfortunately, my husbands allergies will never allow.

I had a cat growing up that hates me now. As soon as I moved out for college, she went insane. She hisses at me, my kids...pretty much anyone that comes around other than my mom. It's bizarre how it all happened, but what can I expect, right? This video I found is reason numero uno that I would love a cat. Add to it the fact that they're self-sufficient and clean themselves and you have winner. The whole litter box thing might take getting used to all over again, but it would certainly beat stepping in it in the yard!



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It seems that I spoke too soon...

On an earlier post, I mentioned that I had found a solution to my dog's chewing up things other than her chewtoys, more specifically, my lingerie. The solution: Put her in my spacious laundry room, complete with an assortment of toys and a nice bed. The beauty of all of that has been lost the last couple of days, though...

Now the challenge is to actually get her in there! Frankly it sucks and it’s making me feel like a big jerk every morning. I’ve had dogs my whole life and have found that they understand when I’m getting ready to leave. (I think it has something to do with putting on shoes!) Here recently, when the time comes to gather up my kid, car keys and purse, down go her ears. Her tail goes between her legs. There’s cowering in the corner. Today I literally had to chase her all over my house—from the corner of the kitchen to the living room, then down the steps and under the dang air hockey table. She was hunkered down on the carpet, looking at me like she was waiting for me to take a whack at her. (I would never!) By this time, though, I’m telling--no yelling--at her to get her where I want her. I realize as I’m heading out the door that my patience is non-existent, but I’m so frustrated and I’m not sure what to do.

I will never have an “outside” dog, I just don’t believe in it. It’s fine for other people, just not me. So what’s the solution to making mornings less painful for us both?

Help!!!

Cat, Lamp, Finger Accident

Last night I was sitting on the love seat, minding my own business drinking a glass of wine and typing on my laptop when a cat incident happened.

First I must explain the love seat: It's where I sit and type, work, do crafts, (like cross stitching and making ornaments). Sometimes supplies get, well, lost. Last night, I had my glass of wine sitting on my craft box. Brindle (my big dog) came in so I moved my wine to the seat next to me. Then the cats started. Quincy chased Roxanne onto the arm of the love seat. As she clawed her way to the top of the seat, she and Quincy hit the lamp sending it toppling forward. So laptop in one hand, lamp in the other, wine glass wedged against my knee, I held onto all things breakable till my hubby could come rescue the laptop and the lamp. He grabbed the computer, I righted the lamp. Meanwhile, Quincy was still running amuck. He decided to jump onto the love seat, then onto my knee (the one holding the wine glass). Needless to say, the glass turned over and drenched my side and butt in very red wine. Luckily, my furniture is leather.

The hubby grabs a towel and starts drying the couch. I would like to say this is where it all ended, but it didn't: There's still blood involved. As hubby mopped up the wine, on the cushions and in all the cracks, he screams, yells to be more specific. As he was drying in between the cushions, he found a lost piece of equipment: A needle jabbed a half inch into his finger, backwards. Quincy ran one way, Roxanne the other, and everything stopped. We pulled the needle out and the bleeding started. It hurt. He says it still hurts. My pants are still red, the love seat is clean and the cats are still running.

Cats Cats Everywhere!

I have cats, I'm sure I have mentioned this before. Tonight I found myself standing in my kitchen commentating what was going on, didn't even realize it until my hubby said "uh huh" for the third time. It went something like this...
me, "Hey, Cyble just hit Simon for no reason!"
hubby, "Uh huh."
me, "Wow. Now Simon is getting all up in Roxanne's face. Wow, he's hitting her now!"
hubby, "Uh huh."
me, "Wow, Quincy is chasing Cyble now!"
hubby, "Uh huh... What?"
me, "You aren't paying attention."
hubby, "What? Yes, huh, cats, what just happened?"

So you see the cats are entertainment and children. Quincy is now sleeping in hubby"s lap, Brindle is too. Bailey is laying next to me and Roxanne is staring at me from the kitchen. Not sure where Cyble is... Probably beating up Simon in the bedroom!

The Martin Zoo

Well it's about time someone let me blog about my zoo. I run the Martin family zoo from my house. I need a farm, I have 5 cats, 2 dogs (that actually belong to me) and 2 more dogs that think they live here, one lives next door and the other down the street. Apparently there is a doggy and kitty news letter that goes out to all strays that advertises my house. It probably says, "go to the house at the dead end, they are suckers, they will feed you."

Well I will start with my furry family. Roxanne is my oldest, she's 13 and best I can tell a Siamese, Himalayan mutt cat mix with long white hair, a scattering of browns on her ears and feet and big blue eyes. Simon is next, he's 10 and an American short hair tabby, brown, tan strippy with green eyes and the prettiest burnt umber nose. Cali is my outside kitty, shes 8 or so and a calico. Next is Cyble, shes a calico and consider the name, shes crazy, probably 5, Cali is her aunt, a blog for another time. And last but not at all least is Quincy, an orange tabby, 2 years old, think thinner, younger, meaner Morris. Now, on to the dogs, Bailey is 5, a blue healer hound dog mix, he's black and white. Brindle is a Bull Boxer, hes 2 and well, brindled brown and black and BIG. The dogs that think they live here are Killer, a small black mutt and Dakota a medium redish mutt.

I will be blogging about all of my farm animals, so come back and read about me and my crazy furry world! (pictured above are Brindle and Quincy, special friends!)

The Dog Ate My Super Bowl Tickets!

Today’s news puts a new twist on the ole homework excuse, doesn’t it? Turns out an Arizona man’s lab chewed up $1,800 worth of Super Bowl tickets that were left by a courier. Lucky for Mr. Gallagher, he can get replacements.

I’ve not been the victim of shredded tickets, but have lost a couple of my favorite things courtesy of my dog. The most valuable: My favorite bra from Victoria’s Secret. For some reason my lingerie is her favorite target but since my budget doesn’t allow me many trips to VS the others didn’t seem quite so much of a loss.

Now she stays cozy in the laundry room with all of her toys, food, water and a comfy bed. She hasn’t gone after any of the clothes in there since we’ve established this routine. Maybe it’s setting the boundary that worked, I’m not sure.

What are your thoughts on preventing shredded tickets and lost lingerie?

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