Why Penny Doesn’t Like Earphones

Remember our little Memorial Day surprise that finally grew into her tail? Her shoulder is about even with Speedracer’s elbows now.

She grew a lot faster than he has, so far.

That puts her nose about dead even with his ears.

Which means that she just can’t resist licking his ears any time she’s standing next to him. Since one of his daily chores is to feed and water the dog twice a day, that’s pretty much constantly. She just can’t help herself. It’s like she considers sniffing in his ears part of her daily duties as the family companion.

It drives him batty!

He thought he’d found a way around her. But she still out-weighs him by about 20 pounds, so he wasn’t as successful as he hoped. I think he’s gonna need a Plan B.

Do you have any strange interactions with your pets on a regular basis?

Pet Licensing

Can someone explain this to me? I have to pay the locality, annually, for the right to adopt an abandoned, stray dog from the shelter and feed it and provide it medical care for the rest of it’s life. How is there any justice in that?

And you only have to pay it on dogs and cats. If I wanted to live with 35 chinchilas, or a house full of boa constrictors and feeder mice, no licensing. Horses? No licensing. Goats? Nada.  And seriously–there are folks that keep horses and goats as pets in very residential areas. They are not being kept as livestock. How is that fair?

And can it get any more absurd–the cost is like $3 (depending on where you live). Like that covers the cost of anything associated with providing animal control services. By the time you take out the cost of paying someone to make up the licensing paperwork, file the paperwork, send notices to everyone that didn’t pay, research and follow-up on payments, etc. You haven’t made a dime.  (Not to mention that animal control services are supposed to be paid for from my property taxes, anyway.)

Now they’ve started collaborating with the veterinarian practices to compare records and hunt down folks that have a pet receiving treatment but don’t have a license. Besides the fact that I think that’s a breach of privacy (with medical records, no less)–how much does that cost, to collect a measly $3.

I’ve lived in civil disobedience on this one for over 20 years and I just got a notice from the County (first time in 20 years of dog ownership!) which Mr. Fix-It is going to insist that we pay. (He’s responsible like that.)  I just thought I would point out that I’ll be sending this check under duress and in full social rebellion. The darn check, envelope, and stamp is half the value of the fee! I don’t care if there is “legislation” so don’t bother quoting me State code–I think it’s down right unconstitutional. It’s certainly isn’t encouraging folks to “provide for the general welfare” of our 4-footed companions, and it’s definitely interfering with my “pursuit of happiness.”

Oh, and you think I’m fussing about pet licensing–you should hear me when the personal property tax bills come in!

But that would be my political debate night soapbox for the day! {grin}

Are there any “rules” that drive you crazy?

Pets and Beds

I knew that Penny was growing fast, but I didn’t realize she was turning white and growing retractable claws!

Scratchy tends to take up residence wherever the mood strikes him at the moment. I guess that’s the nature of cats.

I guess he thought he was safe because she was out excavating our backyard some more.

Penny tends to chew on anything that will stand still long enough for her to get her teeth on it (when she’s not too busy digging to China, that is). I guess that’s the nature of dogs.

It’s like having two more kids sometimes.

Very hairy kids.

Kids that drink out of the toilet, snack out of the litter box, and dig up moles in the backyard for fun.

Ok, nevermind. My kids aren’t that bad!

Do your pets have their own beds?

Scratchy had a bed, once long ago, but he never used it. He prefers places that we prefer him not to be, like on piles of clean laundry, on the dining room table, and on the pile of Christmas decorations going to my sister.

Cat “training” is an endless, pointless battle. All you do is teach them what they’re not suppose to do, so that when they do it anyway it’s even more insultingly defiant.

 

 

 

 

Fog, Kids, and Dogs

The mornings have been pretty foggy around here.

It looks kinda neat, actually.

And kinda dreary and cold.

But I’ve been making the crew walk Penny in the mornings anyway. She needs the exercise before she gets shut in the house all day while we’re gone.

This is what it looked like before I enhanced the pictures a little bit.

I was a little freaked out about how well the boys blended in with their khaki pants and brown coats. The first couple days we added the dog-walking to our morning routine they had to get dressed in their school clothes first, then put on their boots and coats.

They walk her across the big field and back. These are pretty zoomed and cropped. I could barely see them from the house.

Then we ran into a school clothes laundry snag and discovered that Speedracer is so short that even with his pants tucked into his boots they still get wet to the knees from the grass.

What a good big sister! Speedracer has a hard time keeping up sometimes.

So now they suit up like it’s 50 below with hats and gloves (because they’re fun!) and head out in their jammies in the morning. Those don’t blend in so well. This morning the Cowboy was wearing blue and gray diagonal striped pants with a red and green hockey long-sleeved tee-shirt and the Ladybug was wearing blue and pink plaid flannel pants with a black candy-cane tee-shirt.

It probably takes them about 15 minutes to go across and back with Penny running here and there around them.

There’s no animals in the field right now and it’s pretty flat, and empty, and fenced in, so it’s pretty safe. I still watched them the whole time the first day or two. (Which totally defeats the purpose of sending them out alone while we make breakfast and pack lunches.) But I’m starting to relax a little bit about it.

The Cowboy likes to annoy his sister by lagging behind on purpose. Drives our little Mother Hen crazy!

Penny could probably run around out there for another hour in the morning without being tired. She’s hit that semi-defiant, high-energy, adolescent age and I’ve been restricting her unsupervised time in the yard so she can’t be barking at the animals or chasing them up and down the fence lines when we’re not there to correct it. (Since those are not habits a good farm dog should ever pick up!) And now we’ve added special exercise time in the morning and evenings, in addition to chore time.

Penny needs more mental focus with her exercise than our Pointer did. Yankee would just run around the field chasing smells all by himself for hours, or sleep. Penny will start digging holes and barking if she’s left outside by herself too long. The good news is that we have plenty of ways to get her plenty of exercise and joining her is good for us to0!

The Ladybug is the only dependable gate-latcher right now.

And she’ll probably out grow some of that too. She is still a baby, really, even though she doesn’t look like it anymore. She’s only 9 months old. Still a lot of puppy.

The good news about dog walking around here is that the kids don’t have to use a leash and they don’t have to carry a plastic bag. There’s nothing to it, really.

{And is it just me, or have the leave suddenly changed over night and now it’s Fall in Virginia?}

I swear I think she's put on another growth spurt just in the last month!

The kids have always been responsible for feeding and watering our pets. We usually do our dog-walking as a family in the evenings after chores, so this morning walk is something new, but it’s going pretty well.

I’ve always held that kids can’t be expected to be responsible for the family pet and that if you’re not ready to be solely responsible for it you shouldn’t bring one into your house. (I still do!) But it turns out that the biggest thing we have to do is supervise to be sure they’re doing it. Our kids really have been able to handle most of the day-to-day responsibilities themselves. How cool is that? (Training is all on me, though!)

Do your kids take responsibility for your pets?