All this talk of our pups swimming and playing around water must have
somehow got to Harley yesterday. Last night my son T.J. was in the bathtub
taking a bath ( playing ) and Harley likes to go in there and watch him
while he is playing. Well last night T.J. thought it would be funny to
shoot Harley with his bath water gun and Harley was standing on the edge
biting at the streams of water and growling and totally wagging her little
butt off. They were having a blast. Of course T.J. thought this was the
most funny thing he had ever seen and was laughing so hard. When I thought
Harley was getting too wet, I told T.J. to stop squirting her and then she
started that running through the apartment thing...round and round in
circles and running back into the bathroom to get squirted again ( even
though I told T.J. to stop..LOL ). About the 3rd time she made her rounds I
heard scurry, scurry, scurry....splash!!!!! Then DADDY!!!!! She had
gotten so excited that she tried to jump at T.J. and went just a little to
far and went into the tub. That was not the best part...the next thing I
know..Harley is running through the house, soaking wet with a naked 6 year
old on her trail...both dripping everywhere. I wish I would have had a
video camera...It was too funny....Until my girlfriend came out of our
bedroom and saw the mess and started yelling at us all. LOL. We got it all
cleaned up and everyone was happy in the end. T.J. told me after I read him
a story for bed that he had such a good time and couldn't wait till tomorrow
to do it again....LORD HELP ME!!!!!
Sean and Harley Ann ( Bathtimes this way are sooo much fun!!! )
[email protected]
Well - what a day it has been so far!!! Let me start by telling you
that Taylor has a very strange habit of rolling on everything before
he'll eat it. He even rolls on his dry kibble!!
This morning my daughter - who is 4 - asked for a piece of bread
with peanut butter and jelly on it. I fixed it for her and she sat down
at the coffee table to eat it while watching cartoons. I went to put
away some laundry - and apparently she left the living room to go get a
toy. Next thing I know she's yelling at me to come into the living room
cause Taylor stole her snack!!! I walk in and Taylor's hiding under the
table. I told him to come - and he came out with that pitiful min pin
look - and the bread was stuck on his back!!!!!!!
I almost died with laughter!!! Jelly and peanut butter smeared all over
him!!! Apparently he had tried rolling on it - and it didn't work to
well!!!! So needless to say - he got a trip to the bathtub for a good
bath!! And no more sticky snacks in the living room!!!! LOL
Can't remember the name but they were in foil pack, looked like chunk
of ham
with a white streak in it. They were kinda soft. They like liver
chunks best
the dried ones but have trouble getting them so it's bagon strips and
puppy
milkbones mostly now and no farts. It got so bad my hubby came walking
out of
the bedroom one night caring Nitro with a stunned look on his face and
said 'i
think he's really sick he smells like he's got gangrene, it woke me up
cause
I COULDN'T BREATH. Was so funny cause this is what he's did to me for
years!!!
That's so funny! Erik and Taylor must have missed "How to steal food
without getting caught 101". A few years ago Erik tried to take a whole
Thanksgiving turkey off the table when my husband and I went back into the
kitchen to get the rest of the meal. We came back and there he was, in the
middle of the kitchen table, trying to haul away the WHOLE carcass! A
slice or two wasn't enough for him! Darn thing was twice his size!
In a message dated 3/26/99 2:49:21 PM, [email protected] writes:
" ROFL - - - a while back when I was new in the list,
someone posted instructions on sleeping arrangements
with minpins. Anyone there still got it???
Lyn :)"
A VOICE THUNDERS FROM ABOVE...LYN, ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE!!!
HOW TO SPEND A TWO DOG NIGHT
I will address myself mostly to the rules for sleeping with two dogs. For
the
few who have already mastered this technique, I will later add a cat,
although
I urge beginners to leave the cat out.
To achieve any sort of success, certain arbitrary conditions must be
assumed,
the first one being that you must have a king-sized bed. There is no point
in
lying down in anything smaller. While the size of the breed of dog is not
important (people who sleep with dogs know that before the night is over
everybody collects into a pile), the condition of the dogs may be. Very thin
dogs, for example, are lumpier.
I have selected the two-dog minimum because, as we shall see, it is the only
way to stay in bed at all. The key word here is LEVERAGE. All dogs spend
the
night pressed tightly against their human bedfellows, but no two dogs ever
sleep on the same side. This is, in part, an expression of the "Let Sleeping
Dogs Lie Principle". It is also to create leverage.
Because the human being is always in the middle, held tightly in place by
the
dogs and by his blanket (which the dogs are sleeping on top of),
restlessness
and recurring cramps are difficult to handle. Here is the tip:
When you first lie down, AND BEFORE THE DOGS SETTLE AGAINST EACH SIDE OF
YOU,
spread your legs three inches apart. Stiffen and hold out NO MATTER
HOW GREAT THE PRESSURE! When the time comes to turn over, bring the legs
together quickly under the now slightly slackened blanket and revolve BEFORE
THE DOGS WAKE UP. As soon as you have assumed a new position, allow for
those crucial three inches again; otherwise, you're a mummy for the rest of
the night.
NEVER SPREAD THE LEGS MORE THAN THREE INCHES' A dog's favourite place to
sleep
is in the hollow created by legs too widely spread, and once settled, he and
you are frozen into position until morning. (There is a way out of this
trap,
but it is difficult to describe without slides). Dogs who prefer to sleep on
their backs MUST BE GIVEN SPACE THREE TIMES THE HEIGHT OF THE DOG AT THE
SHOULDER. Dogs who like pillows may be accommodated if you sleep on your
side
with the legs scissored so that each dog has an ankle for a chin rest.
Above all, BEWARE OF CURLING! When the curl is reversed, both dogs are
dislocated, resulting in low growls on both sides of you.
When you are ready to add a cat, position is all important. All cats prefer
to
sleep in hollows, but NO CAT WILL SLEEP ON THE SAME SIDE AS A DOG.
(Remember, you have only two sides). YOU MUST THEREFORE BECOME A TRIANGLE!
Do this by assuming a horizontal diver's crouch, thereby creating not only
three more-or less exclusive sides but two hollows as well. With one dog at
your front, and the other against your back, the cat can curl into the
hollow
at the back of your bent knees, separated from both dogs. All will then
sleep
soundly.
This entire technique still needs a lot of refinement. A method that deals
with early morning scratching needs to be developed, and the problem of
pretending to sleep while being closely scrutinised by various animals needs
to be solved.
I have recently started to show Wellington, but have brought him home to "grow
coat". Yesterday morning, after everyone was out of their crates for the
night, had gone out to "do their business" and we all were back in bed for an
early a.m. cuddle [Daddy was off], Wellington came up for special loves from
Mamma [don't tell his handler -- my sheets aren't satin and cuddling is a "NO
NO" when "growing coat"]. Anyway, Welly's getting his loving when all of a
sudden I realize he has a firm cystic mass on his perineum!! Too low to be
peri-anal glands, too high to be scrotum [and I could feel his testes-they
were OK]. It was 6:30 in the morning, and the vet doesn't open 'til 8:00, but
going back to sleep was out of the question. At 8:01 I called the vet to see
if I could get some support/reassurance [he's been my vet fo 30 years], but of
course he said if it was a perineal mass, he had better check sooo- I
cancelled a dental appointment and sat in his office for an hour waiting for
our turn. Wellie has been with a handler for almost 3 months, and I was
really feeling panicky, but wait -- the mass feels smaller. That's good,
right?
Our turn comes, and we go into the exam room - he,s lost half a pound [down to
4#]. Panic level rises again, but I stay calm, give the vet his history;
eating well, seems to feel fine, has figured out the difference between boys
and girls while gone and Georgi' is in heat, seems ABSOLUTLY NORMAL except for
this lump in the perineum, which is less than half the size it wass early this
morning! [Sorry guys, I may have retired as a nurse, but the habits are still
there]. The vet does a very thorough exam and tells me that everything seems
normal. His best impression, in veiw of the negative findings, and the
history, is that Wellington was excited about Georgi', and had an early
morning erection -- that since the root of the penis begins behind the
scrotum, that must have been what I was palpating!! BOY, DID I FEEL LIKE A
FOOL :~0.
So there you have it. I'm sure glad that I've been following the posts on the
list long enough to know that you all have a good sense of humor, not to
mention a healthy sense of the rediculous. Now I am going to hit "send now"
before I chicken out.
Last summer, I was showing a very nice male we call "Rocky". He was an
exhibitors dream come true, since he was like a "rock" on the table for
judge's evaluation. Well, stuck Rocky up on the table and the judge walked
over, began his examination - everything was fine until he got to "the family
jewels" located under the tail and at the rear extremity of the dog. Rocky
"freaked", collapsed and attempted to dive off the table!!!!
Needless to say, he didn't win that day and I was totally confused as to what
happened.
I asked the judge if he had his hands wrapped around an ice cube: he laughed
and said I'd have to come up with a better excuse than that. Well, got
"Rocky" home, put him out in the yard - he dove in my lap and rolled over...I
was rubbing his tummy when I looked upon his "manhood" (which was slightly
exposed) and saw a HUGE PIMPLE right on the tip of it!!!! I rushed to the
phone - called the vet and explained the situation. The vet tech was laughing
so hard she had to put me on hold, came back online and said: "bring him right
in". Well, Rocky and I were sitting in the waiting room, amongst the cats,
birds, hamsters, iguanas, etc...minding our own business when the receptionist
came into the room and stated loud and clear: "We're Looking For The MinPin
With The Pimple On His Pee-Pee"! Since we were the ONLY Minpin in the waiting
room....geesh...Rocky turned around and looked at me as if to say...."Oh,
no!!!! Did you have to tell them????"
We rose up (amidst the snickers and giggles) and entered the examination room
- ....the vet walks in, wiping the tears from his eyes and trying to hold a
straight face....lifts Rocky up and states, "Yep, that sure is a pimple on the
end of his pee-pee".......turns out that some "insect" at the show must have
bit Rocky and he had a pocket of puss on the tip of his penis! Wanna know
what the treatment was????? I had to "gently" excite my dog, hold on to what
I had created and "gently" squeeze the puss out of the pimple twice a day and
apply antibiotics!!!!! Needless to say, "Rocky" and I have developed a very
special bond as a result of this situation.....my husband would look at him
and shake his head and say, "some guys have all the luck"!!!
Here is a question for you; How many Armed Police officers does it take
to catch a dog? In Fisher......all of them and they still can't get the job
done...LOL
My boys came into the house about an hour ago and said the police told
them they had to come inside till they catch a mean dog. Well, that got my
attention real quick and I go outside to see what's going on. Let me draw
you the picture....two uniformed police officers with weapons drawn are
chasing this husky/mix up and down my street, through yards, around cars,
twice around my front yard, three laps around my back yard. The dog is
Clearly ticked off and the police are gasping for air. I'm sitting on the
ground under a tree in my back yard watching this whole fiasco with the
"Secret Weapon" hidden in my lap to use only after I had enough of this
Wonderful entertainment.
They finally get the dog to his own yard, but now the dog is REALLY mad
and barking and lunging. I'm just sure someone was going to shoot this dog.
Another 10 minutes of four grown men trying to get this dog in a tool shed I
walk over. I'm told to stand back, the dog will attack at any minute. I
ignore them and keep walking towards the dog (trying not to laugh) I open
the shed door, toss in my "Secret Weapon" a HOT DOG!!!! The dog runs
right into the shed and I safely close the door. Took me three seconds to
do what these knuckle heads couldn't accomplish in an hour. You should
have seen the look on their faces with their mouths hanging down to the
ground (while holding their chest and gasping for air) I looked at Doug
(Chief of Police) and said, "The City of Fisher owes me ONE hotdog." and
came back home......LOL
They say that confession is good for the soul........
Just a couple of hours ago my phone rang and a neighbor said that Harley was
out running in the street. I immediately panicked and raced out of the
house.
Now, you must visualize here. I am in a night shirt type piece of clothing,
my leg is in a cast and I have thrown on one purple clog.
I run out the front door (it locks automatically and the back screen door is
latched - I should have checked this prior to running out of the house) and
start calling HARLEY, COOKIESSSSSSSSS
I see this little blur go running across the neighbors yard and I am in hot
(sweaty) pursuit. I see the little blur stop and I call her to her with the
cookkieeeeess and crouch down. The little blur takes off across another
yard. I am muttering not-so-sweet-nothings under my breath all the while
calling sweetly to the blur. Suddenly I hear Harley barking, but it is not
coming from the blur, it is coming from my front bedroom window. Attached to
the Harley bark is the Harley dog. I am chasing down an unknown blur.
By now several neighbors are out in their yards looking at me....and one of
them is the new neighbor who just sort of happens to have a minpin
(unbeknownst to me before this very moment). It is their dog that is loose
and running and being chased by some crazed woman and who is now petrified
and is only trying to get back to her new yard.
I sheepishly go back to my yard, open the gate and realize that the front
door is locked. I hobble to the back door, cursing myself for being so
stupid. Pull on the screen door - it is latched. Now if I had just bothered
to check this before I went out I would have realized that there was no way
Harley had gotten out of the house without my knowing, but when you get a
call like that, you panic and react first, thinking comes later.
My husband is home, but he is sound asleep with the A/C running and he cannot
hear me. The phone in the bedroom is turned off so it is useless to call
him.
I spent a very long time sitting on the front stoop, looking like a broken
down bag lady while all three dogs barked and whined.
I go out to the car (which is not locked) and sit and smoke many cigarettes
cursing all manner of things. I am not amused. I clean out the car while I
am sitting there in the dark. I then decide to clean out the truck, might as
well do something. While I am cleaning out the trunk I find the boat keys.
I try to climb into the boat - this does not work - can't quite make it up to
the wheelwell. I do not know why I felt the need to get into the boat but I
had the keys to something and by God, I was going to unlock something. I
bring over the plastic containers from the back of the truck and climb into
the boat, not bothering to think about how I am going to get out of the boat.
While I am in the boat, Maya goes nuts, NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE IN HER BOAT
and she starts barking a blue streak. Phil finally awakens and comes out to
see what all of the noise is about Maya keeps running to the west window
(near the boat) and he hears me clomping around the boat (I do not know he is
awake) and yells at me "Hey expletive deleted, get the expletive deleted away
from the expletive deleted boat you expletive deleted" I was so happy to
hear those expletive deleted words, I would again be able to return to the
inside of the house. "Pat, what are you doing in the boat?" "Just come out
here and help me out of the expletive deleted boat".
For those of you who are married or share quarters with a male, you will
understand that he could not just come out and help me out of the boat. He
had to ask me several questions through the window before he could help me,
apparently this is some guy rule.
I eventually got out of the boat and back into the house and then I had to
explain the whole story and he just looked at me and shook his head. Harley
had been asleep in the front bedroom when the call came in from the concerned
neighbor, resting quite peacefully until she heard me yell
COOOOOOKKKKIEEEESSSSS.
I may never be able to how my face in the neighborhood again.
You guys are going to laugh at me. I eat, sleep, and yes.....play tennis with the min pin group on my mind. I had to find a sub to take my place for the last two weeks of the tournament (while I am in the US) and for my sub, I put down MARY FANCIL! What an idiot. I was saying, "Yeah, you know, Mary FANCIL!!!! Don't you guys know her? She's the one with the little baby?" Everyone just looked at me like "you mean Mary SMITH?" (Yeah, that was a really hard name to remember!) Just thought that may make you all laugh. Anyone else having problems functioning normally in society or is it just me???????
So, Mary, you gonna sub for me in my tennis tournament or WHAT???? :)
<< Anyone else having problems functioning normally in society or is it just
me???????
So, Mary, you gonna sub for me in my tennis tournament or WHAT???? :)
Karin E. Hosenfeld >>
Well it is not so much functioning normally in society I guess. My problem is
that my mouse has a thumb ball. Not really a problem until I go to change TV
with remote and find myself running thumb back and forth trying to select
with mouse instead of picking up remote... I guess that is better than
expecting Mary Fancil to get up and change channels for me though...
Judy and FMcNBs
From: "Terri Snider" 6/24/99
MEGAN!!!!!
O.K. Megan,
Your forcing me to spell this out to you and embarrass myself in front of
everyone. IF you insist on staying in a motel PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE make
it a hotel in Champaign (Only 48 minutes past the state line...LOL) Motels
out the wazooo, and I can find you a fairly inexpensive one. I can send you
some phone numbers too if you want them.
Now the bottom line, I am scared to death to take off Sat. morning by
myself, I have the navigational skills of a two year old, and maps are
something I slowly tear apart to put chewing gum in before sticking it in my
ashtray. The chances of me finding where I need to go are Slim and None,
and trust me Slim isn't even showing up that day. Cadillac has yet to make
a
"On Star" system sophisticated enough to get me from point A to point B.
Chicago Motor club would cancel me for fear I was making prank calls
wondering where in the world I am at all the time. A blind man on a
pogo-stick would get to Springfield before I could find it.
With all that in mind, I'm still more than willing to drive us as long as
I have someone watching road signs for me.....LOL
Terri ~
From: "Terri Snider" 6/24/99
Non-MinPin/Straight Jacket
Someone else tonight I'm sure has the same opinion of me. There is a birds
nest in a tree in my front yard. I have no idea what type of bird they are
, just baby birds.
RULE #1....Know what bird you are about to deal with !!!!
I run into the house and grab my camera to take pictures of the cute
widdle itty bitty baby birdys sitting out on a limb for the first time.
RULE #2...Birds AREN'T Cute!!!!
I put my long lens on for nice close ups and begin shooting some very nice
shots. I get four or five nice ones off when I hear this God Awful noise
behind me, the sound of wings then something hits me in the head sending me
to the ground in pain. I roll over in time to see a BLUE JAY coming in for
another attack and he has friends!!!!
RULE #3...Wear a Bicycle helmet when photographing birds.
I'm laying on my back, protecting my camera with my hands and kicking
wildly in the air at these stupid birds and CUSSING my lungs out. YOU NAME
IT, I SAID it LOUDLY!!!!!
RULE #4....When about to throw an uncontrolled fit, check for passerby's.
Just as I roll over to get up a notice a man in a white truck driving VERY
slow past me, mouth hanging open. When we make eye contact he SPEEDS off.
Of course by then the birds are no where to be seen!!
RULE #5....Flip the passerbyer off quickly before your moment is gone.
I have a gash on my head that bled forever, and a shooting marble size
Knot.
RULE #6...Make up a better story because NO ONE will believe you've been
beat up by a cute widdle itty bitty birdy
Terri ~
