There are tons of eggshell uses out there.
Crushed eggshells can be sprinkled around your garden to keep certain pests (especially soft-bodied pests like slugs) out. Or, you can mix the crushed shells with your soil or compost and add nutrients back to the soil. The extra calcium in the soil can help prevent blossom rot in your tomatoes!
Do you keep chickens yourself? Crushing up the eggshells and feeding them back to the chickens helps keep their calcium levels up- which means they aren't depleting themselves making eggs day after day. You can also head off potential health hazards like soft shelled eggs that might get stuck inside the hens.
Some folks add crushed eggshells (not powdered) to their coffee before they brew it, to help remove bitterness.
My dogs love to eat eggshells and it gives them a calcium boost. You can also grind them fine with a mortar and pestle and put the powder over your pet's food, or do as I do- just give them hard boiled eggs, slightly cracked, with the shell still on!
-Kristen
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pets. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Spoiled Rotten...Chickens?
Our chickens are possibly the most spoiled creatures on earth. No really.
Apparently they have come to the decision that we should hold each and every treat for them, while they nibble on it. I went out earlier with a bowl of broccoli stems, strawberry tops, a small piece of stale bread and half a banana pepper. Tim and I were required to hold each piece of food while they nibbled it and clucked to each other, trying to decide if they wanted to finish eating it or not.
In true picky-chicken form, they turned their beaks up at the broccoli in favor of the sweet strawberries and bread. Tim is convinced I've spent too much time with them and they've picked up on my eating habits. I'd have gone for the strawberries and bread too!
They all are starting to let me pet them now. The two black hens pretty much always let me, others I can only stroke when they are distracted by food. Hopefully they will all eventually let me snuggle them. Yes, snuggle chickens. Don't judge me!
Frizzle crowed all morning- starting at 5:30am. I think we normally wouldn't have heard him, but we were both up for a potty break- his squawking made it very hard to get back to sleep, so I am thinking he may have to be rehomed. I hate to do it because Tim loves him very much, but I don't want complaints from the neighbors- and I sure don't want my sleep interrupted!
I had looked in to placing another chick order to hopefully get more frizzles (and keep a hen this time!), but the specialty color I wanted is sold out until Spring 2013! So it looks like that idea is out until at least next year. That may be the smarter way to go anyway.
-Kristen
Apparently they have come to the decision that we should hold each and every treat for them, while they nibble on it. I went out earlier with a bowl of broccoli stems, strawberry tops, a small piece of stale bread and half a banana pepper. Tim and I were required to hold each piece of food while they nibbled it and clucked to each other, trying to decide if they wanted to finish eating it or not.
In true picky-chicken form, they turned their beaks up at the broccoli in favor of the sweet strawberries and bread. Tim is convinced I've spent too much time with them and they've picked up on my eating habits. I'd have gone for the strawberries and bread too!
They all are starting to let me pet them now. The two black hens pretty much always let me, others I can only stroke when they are distracted by food. Hopefully they will all eventually let me snuggle them. Yes, snuggle chickens. Don't judge me!
Frizzle crowed all morning- starting at 5:30am. I think we normally wouldn't have heard him, but we were both up for a potty break- his squawking made it very hard to get back to sleep, so I am thinking he may have to be rehomed. I hate to do it because Tim loves him very much, but I don't want complaints from the neighbors- and I sure don't want my sleep interrupted!
I had looked in to placing another chick order to hopefully get more frizzles (and keep a hen this time!), but the specialty color I wanted is sold out until Spring 2013! So it looks like that idea is out until at least next year. That may be the smarter way to go anyway.
-Kristen
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
It's not always easy
It's not always easy to have so many animals. Unlike cats or dogs, rabbits are prone to just dropping dead for no reason. Luckily, as an experienced show breeder, I can more easily detect early warning signs than your average pet owner. One thing I can't predict is when the rabbits are going to have trouble giving birth.
I lost 9 rabbit babies this week. Four were because the mother didn't make a nest for them, five died because of birthing trouble the mothers had. I had only two babies survive and they aren't out of the woods yet- between birth and weaning, so many things can kill baby bunnies- from abrupt temperature changes to leaving the nests too soon- to genetic defects not visible to the eye or troubles with processing their food. I don't breathe easy until a rabbit is at least 10 weeks old.
The chickens are a whole new set of problems. I only have owned two in my life before this set. I was lucky in that Boo and Nugget were healthy girls who survived everything life and my inexperience could throw at them.
Yesterday one of the black pullets, Kettle, came up sick. She was lethargic and hanging out in the back of their house. She refused to eat or drink and looked like she had been blowing snot, as well as exhibiting signs of diarrhea.
I immediately began to panic, knowing full well I didn't know what was wrong with her, much less have any idea how to treat her. Google is only so helpful when you know what exactly you need information on. "Sick Chicken"...that's not so helpful.
We did a few commonsense measures- she was removed from the flock and quarantined. I mixed up some electrolyte and vitamin water and dipped her beak in it repeatedly until she drank a little, more to get me to leave her alone than for any real want of the liquid. I dipped some bread in to the water and tried to get her to nibble that to no avail. In the end, I just sat and talked to her, stroking her head and back.
There comes a point where you can do all you can do. Then you just have to hope they survive the night.
Thankfully, Kettle did survive the night. She ate a bit of chick food out of my hand and lightly fussed at me for keeping her away from the other flock members. I was incredibly relieved. I had prepared myself for the worst.
She still isn't out of the woods. I'll keep her quarantined a few more days until I am sure she won't relapse. Then she will have to deal with the joys of reintegrating back in to the flock.
It's not always joy and sunshine when you own pets- especially not those of the dual purpose/livestock variety.
Thankfully it seems like a crisis has been averted this time!
-Kristen
I lost 9 rabbit babies this week. Four were because the mother didn't make a nest for them, five died because of birthing trouble the mothers had. I had only two babies survive and they aren't out of the woods yet- between birth and weaning, so many things can kill baby bunnies- from abrupt temperature changes to leaving the nests too soon- to genetic defects not visible to the eye or troubles with processing their food. I don't breathe easy until a rabbit is at least 10 weeks old.
The chickens are a whole new set of problems. I only have owned two in my life before this set. I was lucky in that Boo and Nugget were healthy girls who survived everything life and my inexperience could throw at them.
Yesterday one of the black pullets, Kettle, came up sick. She was lethargic and hanging out in the back of their house. She refused to eat or drink and looked like she had been blowing snot, as well as exhibiting signs of diarrhea.
I immediately began to panic, knowing full well I didn't know what was wrong with her, much less have any idea how to treat her. Google is only so helpful when you know what exactly you need information on. "Sick Chicken"...that's not so helpful.
We did a few commonsense measures- she was removed from the flock and quarantined. I mixed up some electrolyte and vitamin water and dipped her beak in it repeatedly until she drank a little, more to get me to leave her alone than for any real want of the liquid. I dipped some bread in to the water and tried to get her to nibble that to no avail. In the end, I just sat and talked to her, stroking her head and back.
There comes a point where you can do all you can do. Then you just have to hope they survive the night.
Thankfully, Kettle did survive the night. She ate a bit of chick food out of my hand and lightly fussed at me for keeping her away from the other flock members. I was incredibly relieved. I had prepared myself for the worst.
She still isn't out of the woods. I'll keep her quarantined a few more days until I am sure she won't relapse. Then she will have to deal with the joys of reintegrating back in to the flock.
It's not always joy and sunshine when you own pets- especially not those of the dual purpose/livestock variety.
Thankfully it seems like a crisis has been averted this time!
-Kristen
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
A Growing Mini Farm
This post has been a long time coming! We added something new to the "mini farm". I dearly wish I could go buy acreage somewhere and have the farm I truly want! Some day... some day.
We drove an hour and a half to pick up this little building. It was well worth the price, though by the time I put gas in my dad's truck (though I use that as a sneaky excuse to help him out) and bought us all lunch, it turned out to be a little expensive. Still cheaper than the one from Tractor Supply that was smaller and flimsy!
We spent a few days doing some conversion to the dog pen. They only hang out there when we are outside feeding the rabbits or working in the garden and they continually disobey orders to stay in the yard, so they didn't really need such a large pen. So we reinforced the bottom with extra wire. Due to the extreme costs of wire right now, we weren't able to fence over the top like we originally intended. Right now, a heavy duty tarp is taking care of over-head predators.
Here are the little creatures that we've done so much back-breaking work for over the past few days! These bantam cochins will hopefully provide us with extra eggs and perhaps even baby chicks! I have quite a color variety and they are very sweet little birds.
The chickens spent their first night out in the pen locked into their coop. I a m hoping they will learn that when it gets dark, that's where they need to go. We shall see, chickens are definitely not the brightest birds.
I spent a bit on this project- the actual chickens were "free" because I had excess and sold them all, which paid for the initial order. In fact, I pretty much also paid for their first bag of food. Thankfully We had been planning on doing this last summer, so I didn't get a gift for our anniversary since my gift was going to be getting chickens. So I can offset some of the costs by saying "oh it's my gift from last year that we never spent the money on". I will probably also tell Tim it counts as this year's anniversary gift as well.
Whew, glad I justified those start up costs in my mind! :)
-Kristen
We spent a few days doing some conversion to the dog pen. They only hang out there when we are outside feeding the rabbits or working in the garden and they continually disobey orders to stay in the yard, so they didn't really need such a large pen. So we reinforced the bottom with extra wire. Due to the extreme costs of wire right now, we weren't able to fence over the top like we originally intended. Right now, a heavy duty tarp is taking care of over-head predators.
Here are the little creatures that we've done so much back-breaking work for over the past few days! These bantam cochins will hopefully provide us with extra eggs and perhaps even baby chicks! I have quite a color variety and they are very sweet little birds.
The chickens spent their first night out in the pen locked into their coop. I a m hoping they will learn that when it gets dark, that's where they need to go. We shall see, chickens are definitely not the brightest birds.
I spent a bit on this project- the actual chickens were "free" because I had excess and sold them all, which paid for the initial order. In fact, I pretty much also paid for their first bag of food. Thankfully We had been planning on doing this last summer, so I didn't get a gift for our anniversary since my gift was going to be getting chickens. So I can offset some of the costs by saying "oh it's my gift from last year that we never spent the money on". I will probably also tell Tim it counts as this year's anniversary gift as well.
Whew, glad I justified those start up costs in my mind! :)
-Kristen
Monday, February 27, 2012
Talking to Cats
This is a conversation I had with my needy cats this morning:
"Boo. Stop."
*twine around my legs, twine around my legs, try to do a handstand on my foot to simulate being petted.*
"Boo- STOP."
*run three steps away, look offended, come back immediately and start doing it again.*
I look down at him, disappointed that he is still trying to kill me while I get ready for work.
I sit down on the couch to put on shoes, he immediately takes this as a sign of weakness and brushes his black body back and forth across my legs. Toby jiggles his way across the room and starts attacking my shoelaces as they flop around, clearly simulating some kind of flat, wormlike prey he would kill in the great outdoors...if he had ever been outside.
"Boys. STOP."
I stand up. Boo immediately runs over, flops on his belly and gives me his most come-hither stare."Boo, I love you, you needy bastard."
"ROOOOAWWWW, ROAW! MEOWWWW REOOOOWWWW."
"Toby, ok, you're a needy bastard too!"
*Toby jiggles away, satisfied*.
-Kristen
"Boo. Stop."
*twine around my legs, twine around my legs, try to do a handstand on my foot to simulate being petted.*
"Boo- STOP."
*run three steps away, look offended, come back immediately and start doing it again.*
I look down at him, disappointed that he is still trying to kill me while I get ready for work.
I sit down on the couch to put on shoes, he immediately takes this as a sign of weakness and brushes his black body back and forth across my legs. Toby jiggles his way across the room and starts attacking my shoelaces as they flop around, clearly simulating some kind of flat, wormlike prey he would kill in the great outdoors...if he had ever been outside.
"Boys. STOP."
I stand up. Boo immediately runs over, flops on his belly and gives me his most come-hither stare."Boo, I love you, you needy bastard."
"ROOOOAWWWW, ROAW! MEOWWWW REOOOOWWWW."
"Toby, ok, you're a needy bastard too!"
*Toby jiggles away, satisfied*.
-Kristen
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Guess what I'm getting?
Chickens!
I had planned on getting some last summer, but unfortunately things didn't work out. However, I have recently decided to get bantams instead. I will be keeping 4-6 bantam hens. My plan is to convert one of the 3-hole rabbit stackers to make chicken stackers instead. The girls will be paired up and stay in the cages when we're not home or at night.
During the day when we are home, they will have the use of roomy "chicken tractors" to play in the sunshine and in the grass. I also want to turn them loose in the garden plot and let them go to town there!
I am looking forward to getting eggs from the girls. While bantam chickens don't lay as well as larger chickens, they are going to be easier to keep and tend. I think the smaller eggs will be beneficial for us as well, as I don't run through dozens of eggs each week- so using 2 eggs to make up one large is not going to be a hardship.
I had to order 25 chicks, so I am going to be selling off excess. Luckily, I don't think that will be a problem at all.
They are going to ship out on February 22nd! I expect them on the 23rd, which gives me time to get everything set up, thankfully!
Be prepared to be bombarded with pictures! My Homesteading dream is slowly coming true, hehe.
-Kristen
I had planned on getting some last summer, but unfortunately things didn't work out. However, I have recently decided to get bantams instead. I will be keeping 4-6 bantam hens. My plan is to convert one of the 3-hole rabbit stackers to make chicken stackers instead. The girls will be paired up and stay in the cages when we're not home or at night.
During the day when we are home, they will have the use of roomy "chicken tractors" to play in the sunshine and in the grass. I also want to turn them loose in the garden plot and let them go to town there!
I am looking forward to getting eggs from the girls. While bantam chickens don't lay as well as larger chickens, they are going to be easier to keep and tend. I think the smaller eggs will be beneficial for us as well, as I don't run through dozens of eggs each week- so using 2 eggs to make up one large is not going to be a hardship.
I had to order 25 chicks, so I am going to be selling off excess. Luckily, I don't think that will be a problem at all.
They are going to ship out on February 22nd! I expect them on the 23rd, which gives me time to get everything set up, thankfully!
Be prepared to be bombarded with pictures! My Homesteading dream is slowly coming true, hehe.
-Kristen
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
While the Tim is away, the cats will play...
Tim is out of town for a few days, which means I basically get to do whatever I want.
Watch whatever I want.
Eat whatever I want.
Buwahaha.
Yesterday I ate a can of Chef Boyardee mini ravioli (hardly the dinner of champions, but I don't cook when I am by myself- I don't feel like dealing with the dishes.
Anyway, I cooked up a bowl of mini raviolis, plopped down in the living room and enjoyed Toy Story 3. I'm a wild woman, I know.
The cats are the ones that most benefit from Tim being away from home. Usually they are confined to their room at night, otherwise they try to open our door all night long, have epic cat battles and generally expend 1000% more energy than they do at their most frisky point during the day.
When it's just me at home, I leave them out and even leave the bedroom door cracked so they can come visit. It's nice to have that added warmth and presence there when Tim is gone.
It used to be that all the cats slept with us at night. That wasn't a problem when it was just Gypsy- well other than the time I woke up to find her settling down to sleep across my face in an attempt to smother me to death. Even Toby wasn't a problem- he would settle down at the foot of the bed with Gypsy and we'd all snuggle up and sleep wonderfully.
However, the addition of Boo was too much. Two grown adults and three cats was a bit more than our Full size bed could handle. It was also around this time that Toby and Boo figured out how much fun it is to snuggle.
It's very sweet to snuggle the kitties normally- like when watching TV or curled up on the couch reading a book. When it comes to bedtime, they wanted to be as close as humanly, er kitterly possible. Tim has no problem kicking them off the bed. I feel bad about doing that and since I sleep curled up in to a ball, they quickly learned they could steal half of my side of the bed with no fear of repercussions.
Anyway, the only time they get to spend the night roaming free is when Tim is gone. I sat up a little while in bed reading a book, Toby purring contentedly beside of me. Then here comes Boo. He waits until I turn off the light and snuggle in the covers to decide to climb over me so he's being spooned. Then he decides he wants under the covers. Then he wants to be partially out of the covers, laying across my arm. Then he leaves.
Toby is disgruntled by all this moving and eventually he too jumps out of bed. I take this opportunity to finally get comfortable in bed. I settle down, ready to fall asleep in an instant when I hear it.
"Guuuurrr, ruuuuuuuughh, guuuurrrrr, uuurrrrggggh." The odd "I'm too fat for life" purr of Toby. He's not in the bed, but he hasn't left the room. This is a bit unsettling. I spend the next 15 minutes laying in bed, eyes wide open, hoping I get at least a hint before he suddenly attacks. For a super fat cat, he alternates between being quiet as a shadow or stamping around like an elephant.
I drifted off to sleep and when I woke sometime in the night I was wedged in on either side by the two boy cats. Majorly uncomfortable. Even with an entire bed, minus the little corner I curl up in, both cats had to press themselves up as tightly as they could against me. Warmth whores! I passed a fairly uncomfortable night, while the boys were as happy as clams.
Hmm- I think tonight I'll lock the cats back up and treat myself to a good sleep. I don't think I'm so lonely that I want to spend another night trying to sleep in a cat-kneaded pretzel.
-Kristen
Watch whatever I want.
Eat whatever I want.
Buwahaha.
Yesterday I ate a can of Chef Boyardee mini ravioli (hardly the dinner of champions, but I don't cook when I am by myself- I don't feel like dealing with the dishes.
Anyway, I cooked up a bowl of mini raviolis, plopped down in the living room and enjoyed Toy Story 3. I'm a wild woman, I know.
The cats are the ones that most benefit from Tim being away from home. Usually they are confined to their room at night, otherwise they try to open our door all night long, have epic cat battles and generally expend 1000% more energy than they do at their most frisky point during the day.
When it's just me at home, I leave them out and even leave the bedroom door cracked so they can come visit. It's nice to have that added warmth and presence there when Tim is gone.
It used to be that all the cats slept with us at night. That wasn't a problem when it was just Gypsy- well other than the time I woke up to find her settling down to sleep across my face in an attempt to smother me to death. Even Toby wasn't a problem- he would settle down at the foot of the bed with Gypsy and we'd all snuggle up and sleep wonderfully.
However, the addition of Boo was too much. Two grown adults and three cats was a bit more than our Full size bed could handle. It was also around this time that Toby and Boo figured out how much fun it is to snuggle.
It's very sweet to snuggle the kitties normally- like when watching TV or curled up on the couch reading a book. When it comes to bedtime, they wanted to be as close as humanly, er kitterly possible. Tim has no problem kicking them off the bed. I feel bad about doing that and since I sleep curled up in to a ball, they quickly learned they could steal half of my side of the bed with no fear of repercussions.
Anyway, the only time they get to spend the night roaming free is when Tim is gone. I sat up a little while in bed reading a book, Toby purring contentedly beside of me. Then here comes Boo. He waits until I turn off the light and snuggle in the covers to decide to climb over me so he's being spooned. Then he decides he wants under the covers. Then he wants to be partially out of the covers, laying across my arm. Then he leaves.
Toby is disgruntled by all this moving and eventually he too jumps out of bed. I take this opportunity to finally get comfortable in bed. I settle down, ready to fall asleep in an instant when I hear it.
"Guuuurrr, ruuuuuuuughh, guuuurrrrr, uuurrrrggggh." The odd "I'm too fat for life" purr of Toby. He's not in the bed, but he hasn't left the room. This is a bit unsettling. I spend the next 15 minutes laying in bed, eyes wide open, hoping I get at least a hint before he suddenly attacks. For a super fat cat, he alternates between being quiet as a shadow or stamping around like an elephant.
I drifted off to sleep and when I woke sometime in the night I was wedged in on either side by the two boy cats. Majorly uncomfortable. Even with an entire bed, minus the little corner I curl up in, both cats had to press themselves up as tightly as they could against me. Warmth whores! I passed a fairly uncomfortable night, while the boys were as happy as clams.
Hmm- I think tonight I'll lock the cats back up and treat myself to a good sleep. I don't think I'm so lonely that I want to spend another night trying to sleep in a cat-kneaded pretzel.
-Kristen
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
River
I think it's about time for a puppy update.
She is insane. End of post.
No seriously, River is a very sweet little puppy. She's at that age where she is either wide open or omg-I-think-she's-dead asleep.
I'm kind of liking the asleep time. I forget how much energy puppies have. They are crazy!
The poor little girl is covered in fleas. The older dogs brought them in the house apparently, where they took up residence on the cats. The Advantage flea medication is being less than effective in killing everything and the fleas have defected their hosts, jumping gleefully on to this little puppy who is completely medicine free, since she's entirely too young to have anything put on her.
A quick Google search revealed an interesting idea- bathe her in Dawn dish soap. Well- it's safe to take oil off penguins, so why not?
So River had her first bath the other day. She was really good- there was minimal thrashing around and the Dawn actually worked! It was incredible to see them fall off of her. I'd definitely say Dawn works better than the expensive flea shampoos I've purchased in the past.
Gypsy helped dry the poor, abused puppy. I don't think it hurt that River smelled deliciously of green apple.
-Kristen
She is insane. End of post.
No seriously, River is a very sweet little puppy. She's at that age where she is either wide open or omg-I-think-she's-dead asleep.
I'm kind of liking the asleep time. I forget how much energy puppies have. They are crazy!
The poor little girl is covered in fleas. The older dogs brought them in the house apparently, where they took up residence on the cats. The Advantage flea medication is being less than effective in killing everything and the fleas have defected their hosts, jumping gleefully on to this little puppy who is completely medicine free, since she's entirely too young to have anything put on her.
A quick Google search revealed an interesting idea- bathe her in Dawn dish soap. Well- it's safe to take oil off penguins, so why not?
So River had her first bath the other day. She was really good- there was minimal thrashing around and the Dawn actually worked! It was incredible to see them fall off of her. I'd definitely say Dawn works better than the expensive flea shampoos I've purchased in the past.
Gypsy helped dry the poor, abused puppy. I don't think it hurt that River smelled deliciously of green apple.
-Kristen
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Best Deal on Pet Meds EVER
I got the BEST DEAL on Frontline ever (and just a few days ago too)!
Stick with me on this one.
PetCareRX has a Daily Deal that is often really good- a penny item or something like that. It was a Nylabone puppy chew toy (regularly priced $5) for 1 penny. Woot! They had a pretty decent deal on Frontline too at $39.99 for 3 months of Frontline Plus for Dogs.
So- I got to Ebates and type in PetCareRX in the search bar. Jackpot! It comes up with a 20% cash back rebate when you purchase from there!
So I follow the link to PetCareRX and put in my penny chew toy. Then I search for Frontline and pick out the biggest tubes they have. They are the same price as the smaller ones and I have a kit that allows me to measure out the correct dosage for my animals.
I pick out the 3 month supply for the gigantic dogs at $39.99. Orders of $35 or more get free shipping. Then I used code REDPLUM to get an additional $10 off.
So to recap, I paid $30 (which is the ebay price I was looking at for 3 smaller tubes) for a 3 month supply of the largest tubes of Frontline Plus for dogs they make and a puppy chew toy. I get 20% ($6) of that $30 back through Ebates. I also earned "RX" points. 100 of these points = a $5 coupon code.
I'm tickled pink right now.
-Kristen
Stick with me on this one.
PetCareRX has a Daily Deal that is often really good- a penny item or something like that. It was a Nylabone puppy chew toy (regularly priced $5) for 1 penny. Woot! They had a pretty decent deal on Frontline too at $39.99 for 3 months of Frontline Plus for Dogs.
So- I got to Ebates and type in PetCareRX in the search bar. Jackpot! It comes up with a 20% cash back rebate when you purchase from there!
So I follow the link to PetCareRX and put in my penny chew toy. Then I search for Frontline and pick out the biggest tubes they have. They are the same price as the smaller ones and I have a kit that allows me to measure out the correct dosage for my animals.
I pick out the 3 month supply for the gigantic dogs at $39.99. Orders of $35 or more get free shipping. Then I used code REDPLUM to get an additional $10 off.
So to recap, I paid $30 (which is the ebay price I was looking at for 3 smaller tubes) for a 3 month supply of the largest tubes of Frontline Plus for dogs they make and a puppy chew toy. I get 20% ($6) of that $30 back through Ebates. I also earned "RX" points. 100 of these points = a $5 coupon code.
I'm tickled pink right now.
-Kristen
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Doggy Torture
We call our dogs puppies, even though Bear is 5 years old and Dixie is right behind him at 4. Cookies are any kind of treat or nommy goodness. Ball is ANY toy, whether it is hers, or belongs to a cat (or Tim...) and of course, outside means we're going to go OUT IN TO THE GREAT WIDE YONDER!
My favorite form of Doggy Torture is to insert any of these words into a sentence, randomly.
For example:
"Whatcha doing ball Dixie?" She looks at me, head cocked, eyes intent. She looks around for a second, then figures she misheard.
"You're such a silly outside cookie girl Dixie!" She hrrumphs, cocks her head again and begins to get excited- she KNOWS what she heard this time. She prances in place then casts around, trying to decide if running around the couch will do any good- but what does she want more? The cookie or the chance to go outside?
I tease her a few more times in this way before I deliver the final torture- "OMG DIXIE, PUPPY BALL OUTSIDE COOKIE! OUTSIDE? BALL COOKIE?" By this time, Dixie is galloping around the house like a goofball barking at the air and not sure whether to poop, die, or go blind (that's a nice little Southern saying ya'll... I'll explain the full thing in person some time.)
Usually by this time, I've laughed at her enough. I hand her a cookie and if it's been a little while since she's gone out, I will let her in to the magical outside, where she stands on the deck for a minute and looks around, then waits to be let back in.
Gotta love doggy torture!
-Kristen
Saturday, August 20, 2011
The Pets have fleas- joy.
The pets have fleas. I know this, because as I innocently sat in the floor playing on the computer and watching tv (I'm a multi-tasker), one jumped on me. Guh-ross.
I grabbed it and promptly threw it in the toilet to drown. I HATE fleas. Has anyone else noticed how hard these stupid things are to kill? You can't smash them, they get right back up and flip you off before they hop on about their business.
I grabbed our vials of flea medication (one for the cats, one for the dogs) and dosed everyone but Boo. I ran out :(.
I guess it's time to jump on eBay and buy some more medication.
-Kristen
I grabbed it and promptly threw it in the toilet to drown. I HATE fleas. Has anyone else noticed how hard these stupid things are to kill? You can't smash them, they get right back up and flip you off before they hop on about their business.
I grabbed our vials of flea medication (one for the cats, one for the dogs) and dosed everyone but Boo. I ran out :(.
I guess it's time to jump on eBay and buy some more medication.
-Kristen
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