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| Well folks, I really did it this time. As I was leaving for work one morning, I fell down our porch steps and broke my toes. But to put the icing on the cake, I came down with a cold because I couldn�t stand to cover my foot! Then my son caught a virus�.and you guessed it�.I got it. While I was sick, Abbott and Costello refused to leave my side. If I was in the bed, (where I spent a lot of time) then they were in the bed with me. Trouble was, Costello, being the puppy he is, wanted to investigate. Abbott would lay down and be very still, but not Cosie. He climbed over my legs, my head, hid under the blanket. He pounced, rolled and squirmed, and basically had a lot of fun. That is until Abbott decided enough was enough. While Cosie was wiggling around on the bed, Abbott was watching every move. Finally he had enough, jumped on Cosie and growled at him. He didn�t hurt Cos, just let him know he had to be still. I explained to Abbott that Cosie was ok, he was just puppy playing. After that Cosie was very careful on the bed. |
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| Abbott has always liked to play in his pet taxi. I leave the door off so he can come and go and won�t �get stuck�. (He did manage to lock himself in it once, I still haven�t figured out how.) His taxi is a little bigger than Cosie�s, because Cos will probably be between 8 and 10 lbs. grown. Abbott likes Costello�s best. He goes into the taxi, scratches as fast as he can like he is digging for his life. He�ll bark and �talk� and scratch until he just wears himself out! When we first got Cos and Abbott discovered the smaller taxi, Cosie was just not sure what to think of Abbott. Then he crawled in on top of Abbott and started to �help� him scratch. Abbott would bark and Cosie would bark. And when you tried to look in the taxi to see what was going on, all you could see was a black tail hanging out waging, with a fuzzy gray tail on top. And now that Cosie is a little bigger, Abbott gets inside the taxi to scratch, and Cos scratches at the outside! Both are barking and �talking� madly! This goes on for sometimes 30 minutes to an hour! Vic just looks at them and shakes him head. He said he needs a shirt that says �I see crazy people at my house!� |
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| When we got Costello, we wanted him to be able to be in the room with us safely. He was so small, we were afraid Abbott would step on him if he wasn�t watched constantly. So we decided to buy a used playpen to keep Cosie in when we couldn�t be right with them. Abbott loved the playpen. He wanted to play in it. He would bark and jump, trying to get in, even when Cosie wasn�t in it. So we started letting him play in it. He still loves it. He will be barking beside it, and even though we know what he wants, we have to ask. He jumps on the side and tries to jump in. So over he goes! He is very contented to play in the playpen, and usually he�ll play until he goes to sleep! A few days ago I moved the playpen into the living room, behind Abbott�s favorite rocking chair. He has now discovered if he wants in the playpen, he can jump on the chair arm, and hop over into the pen! I had to let one side down because I�m afraid he�ll hurt himself. When the side is down, Abbott jumps in and out, while Cosie gets in the netting on the �ledge� and flops around, falls off, and jumps back in. Crazy people! |
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| My kids say Abbott is playing �Lion King�. Abbott loves to sit on the arm of the couch or chair. He will make you a nervous wreck sometimes, dancing around on the edge. His most favorite time to sit on the couch arm is when you stretch out on the couch. You see, I think part of the fun is jumping onto your stomach to knock the breath out of you, sneezing in your face for good measure as he crawls up your chest, and putting a foot in your ear as he stumbles over your head to get to the couch arm. Then just when you think it is safe, he drops his behind on your shoulder and wags his tail in your face. Now you have exactly 5 seconds to start scratching his back, (while trying to get his tail out of your mouth), or he will turn around and bite your hair, or ear, or nose. If everything goes as he thinks it should, then he will perch there overlooking his �kingdom� until something else comes along that needs his undivided attention. |
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| I gave Abbott and Costello a slice of bologna. I put Cos in the playpen to eat, because both have shown food aggression. Abbott happily ate his bologna, while Cosie sat and stared at his, growling�a low munchkin rumble. After he had growled at it for about ten minutes, I thought I would see if I could find the problem. I asked if he wanted me to tear it up, and of course he said he did�.hey! I know the look! He stopped growling and promptly ate it. |
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| Soon after the bologna incident, Cosie started looking at one of his back legs, growling. I know he isn�t wanting me tear it up��.so I picked him to see if something was wrong. I couldn�t find anything, so I put him back on the floor. He looked up at me for a second, and then back at his leg and started growling again. An evil low munchkin growl. He just kept staring at his leg and growling! I thought he might have an itch, so I scratched his leg and he stopped. When I stopped scratching, he looked at me, looked at his leg and growled. Ok��I scratched it again. When I stopped��.he started growling again, looking at me then at his leg. I finally caught on, ( I�m a little slow due to sickness, you see). He learned real quick how to train me to scratch his leg! |
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| Vic said Cosie needs to go see a doggie doctor. I do believe he has a flea. I can't find one, but surely that is the problem. Costello stops what he is doing, turns his head to look at his back leg, and growls. Fiercely! He just stands there and growls like he is going to bite his leg off. Suddenly he takes off in a spin, chasing his leg in circles! Then he'll stop, growl some more, then spin again. I really hope he doesn't catch it, or he'll have only three legs left! |
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| Remember Abbott's little knack for getting things he's not supposed to? Yes...he did it again. Abbott went to see Zach in his room. Zach being the teenager he is, left his remote in the floor. Guess what. Uh huh. Abbott picked it up and carried it into the living room. I went to the fridge, trying to get Abbott to come into the kitchen and get a weiner or cheese. Vic was to nab the remote while I distracted him. Did not work. The little stinker just sat there, looking at me, guarding the remote. So, I thought I might act like I was going to go to the porch. I thought it might cause him to leave the remote. Vic began laughing....."He's coming alright, but he's bringing the remote!" Sure enough, Abbott came running around the chair, remote in his mouth. He was taking it to the porch. After a tussel, I finally retrieved the remote. He doesn't know how to use it anyway, so why does he need it for? |
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