miss scarlet was the love of my life...just a few short years ago. her antics tickled me pink, her sweet but sassy little attitude melted my heart, and the way she could brighten my day with a little bat of those baby browns more than made up for how much of a pain in the ass she is. she was the baby of the house, until the human baby came in and stole her thunder.
for the first week of life with a tiny human, scarlet barked at the baby. the second week she left the room when the baby was around. and for the next several months, she gradually learned to tolerate the baby. when food started to drop from above when baby was sitting in the kitchen, scarlet's acceptance took root. and now that baby is up and around, and starting to play a meek game of tug of war, scarlet is taking on the role of big sister.
i'll probably shed a wee tear of joy when she gives up her spot at the foot of my bed for a warm spot in the bed with the tiny human...someday.
~k
Showing posts with label dogs are miracles with paws. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs are miracles with paws. Show all posts
03 February 2013
17 October 2010
my sassy bitch
i am trying so hard to train my little puppy to do some tricks for treats. she's got "sit" down pat. "lie down" is another one that she responds to as's meant. everything else is a battle, and she'll do it, but totally begrudgingly. fer instance, here's a little replay of our conversation today:
~k: sit.
[scarlet sits]
~k: lie down.
[scarlet lies down]
~k: good girl.
[scarlet gets tasty treat]
~k: roll over, roll over, roll over.
[k helps scarlet roll over and gives her a treat along with a lot of praise]
~k: sit. [scarlet sits]. good girl. lie down.
~scarlet: bark bark bark bark
[lies down while continuing to bark]
~k: [laughing] good girl. roll over.
~scarlet: bark bark bark bark, growl, bark bark
[k interprets this display of haughtiness as "fuck you, mom" and gives scarlet a treat for lying down as told (whilst laughing the whole time)].
- repeat the above six lines about five times before i gave up. and just as i was going through the last round of "roll over", scarlet stopped barking long enough to shake my hand before snatching the last treat out of my other hand.
gawd i love my sassy little bitch!
~k
~k: sit.
[scarlet sits]
~k: lie down.
[scarlet lies down]
~k: good girl.
[scarlet gets tasty treat]
~k: roll over, roll over, roll over.
[k helps scarlet roll over and gives her a treat along with a lot of praise]
~k: sit. [scarlet sits]. good girl. lie down.
~scarlet: bark bark bark bark
[lies down while continuing to bark]
~k: [laughing] good girl. roll over.
~scarlet: bark bark bark bark, growl, bark bark
[k interprets this display of haughtiness as "fuck you, mom" and gives scarlet a treat for lying down as told (whilst laughing the whole time)].
- repeat the above six lines about five times before i gave up. and just as i was going through the last round of "roll over", scarlet stopped barking long enough to shake my hand before snatching the last treat out of my other hand.
gawd i love my sassy little bitch!
~k
20 September 2010
with my bitch en tow
i took miss scarlet home with me last weekend, and brought her back to the district with me this morning. on a plane.
o
m
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!
first off, anyone who frequents these steps knows that my puppy is as bratty as her mommy. we are equally as cute, cuddly, fun, and pain in the ass. it's part of our charm. we embrace it with the same pizzazz. we are two peas in a pod.
but unlike miss scarlet, i don't cry, whine, bark, and act generally like a big asshole on an airplane. to be fair to her, though, i'm not stuffed into a little red box and pushed underneath the seat either. imagine my embarrassment at being the jackass with the screaming baby on the plane? and i couldn't hide it. those loud whines and barks were clearly coming from the bouncing red box underneath my seat.
fortunately, the flight attendants (both coming and going) took mercy on me, and allowed miss scarlet out of the little red box and onto my lap (where she squirmed, turned, and refused to let me sleep), with the caveat that i claim to any complaining passenger that i needed her in my lap for emotional support.
thing is, it wouldn't've been a lie. for her crying, whining, and barking was more stressful than any plane ride that gave me the jeebies.
and whilst i likely claim now that i'll never take her on the plane with me again, i'll be bettin' that anytime i go home to see my love or visit my family (which fortunately i get to do on the same trips) for more than a day or two, my bitch'll be en tow.
~k
o
m
g
!
first off, anyone who frequents these steps knows that my puppy is as bratty as her mommy. we are equally as cute, cuddly, fun, and pain in the ass. it's part of our charm. we embrace it with the same pizzazz. we are two peas in a pod.
but unlike miss scarlet, i don't cry, whine, bark, and act generally like a big asshole on an airplane. to be fair to her, though, i'm not stuffed into a little red box and pushed underneath the seat either. imagine my embarrassment at being the jackass with the screaming baby on the plane? and i couldn't hide it. those loud whines and barks were clearly coming from the bouncing red box underneath my seat.
fortunately, the flight attendants (both coming and going) took mercy on me, and allowed miss scarlet out of the little red box and onto my lap (where she squirmed, turned, and refused to let me sleep), with the caveat that i claim to any complaining passenger that i needed her in my lap for emotional support.
thing is, it wouldn't've been a lie. for her crying, whining, and barking was more stressful than any plane ride that gave me the jeebies.
and whilst i likely claim now that i'll never take her on the plane with me again, i'll be bettin' that anytime i go home to see my love or visit my family (which fortunately i get to do on the same trips) for more than a day or two, my bitch'll be en tow.
~k
18 July 2010
the oddities of dog
miss scarlet is the first dog i've ever had, so i'm new to everything "dog". which is probably the primary reason i find her so utterly fascinating.
i returned from a long bout of errand running this morning with a small bone for the little miss (her first non-nylabone), and she has been 100% occupied since the hand-off. when she finished her first round of bone-gnawing, she put its remains in her mouth and ran all over the apartment whining whilst seemingly looking for a place to bury the thing.
unsatisfied with her ability to bury her bone deep into the cushions of the couch, she proceeded to scope out her crate, the bottom of her toy box, and seemed to've found a winner of a spot underneath my reformer, way back towards the wall - away from everyone (everyone being me).
out she crawled, no bone in her mouth. ran around to the other side of the couch, jumped up onto the back of the couch and peered down into the nooks of the reformer (the high view, if you will), and then jumped off the couch, ran back around to the front of the reformer, crawled underneath and into her hide-a-bone spot, retrieved said bone, and is back to chewing underneath the coffee table.
awesomeness.
~k
i returned from a long bout of errand running this morning with a small bone for the little miss (her first non-nylabone), and she has been 100% occupied since the hand-off. when she finished her first round of bone-gnawing, she put its remains in her mouth and ran all over the apartment whining whilst seemingly looking for a place to bury the thing.
unsatisfied with her ability to bury her bone deep into the cushions of the couch, she proceeded to scope out her crate, the bottom of her toy box, and seemed to've found a winner of a spot underneath my reformer, way back towards the wall - away from everyone (everyone being me).
out she crawled, no bone in her mouth. ran around to the other side of the couch, jumped up onto the back of the couch and peered down into the nooks of the reformer (the high view, if you will), and then jumped off the couch, ran back around to the front of the reformer, crawled underneath and into her hide-a-bone spot, retrieved said bone, and is back to chewing underneath the coffee table.
awesomeness.
~k
19 May 2010
miss scarlet (with one t)
whilst i traveled in search of work, miss scarlet stayed with a friend of mine who has two small dogs - one of which is about scarlet's age. my girl was so excited to see her new bffs - henry and maggie, i don't even think she noticed me leaving her saturday morning. and then she went and had such a blast all weekend, going on hikes, wrestling with henry, cuddling with maggie, and playing 24/7, i worried she wouldn't even remember me when i picked her up last eve.
but as soon as i walked in, she ran up to me, jumped all over me, smothered me in kisses, and chillaxed all loving-like in my lap, while henry cajoled her to play. scarlet really is the best thing ever.
she has such a sweet disposition, loves to cuddle and share affection, and is a big fan of kisses. but she's also very sassy, isn't scared to talk back when scolded, and intentionally pushes her boundaries (which means it will be a while before she comes off the leash on hikes and at the park). she loves playing fetch with her little red ball, rolling around in the grass while making weird growling sounds, and sleeping curled up right next to me.
she isn't a big eater, but loves peanut butter, cottage cheese, rope, and the insulation around my water heater. she doesn't beg when the rest of us eat in front of her. she smells everything everywhere we go, including every puddle of pee and pile of poop she can find. she loves other dogs, is very socially adept, and quickly becomes the leader of any pack. because she's smart, confident, and sassy. and tops that package with such a cute face, she is simply irresistible.
and the best part about her is that she loves me best of all. which is the awesomest feeling in the whole world!
~k
but as soon as i walked in, she ran up to me, jumped all over me, smothered me in kisses, and chillaxed all loving-like in my lap, while henry cajoled her to play. scarlet really is the best thing ever.
she has such a sweet disposition, loves to cuddle and share affection, and is a big fan of kisses. but she's also very sassy, isn't scared to talk back when scolded, and intentionally pushes her boundaries (which means it will be a while before she comes off the leash on hikes and at the park). she loves playing fetch with her little red ball, rolling around in the grass while making weird growling sounds, and sleeping curled up right next to me.
she isn't a big eater, but loves peanut butter, cottage cheese, rope, and the insulation around my water heater. she doesn't beg when the rest of us eat in front of her. she smells everything everywhere we go, including every puddle of pee and pile of poop she can find. she loves other dogs, is very socially adept, and quickly becomes the leader of any pack. because she's smart, confident, and sassy. and tops that package with such a cute face, she is simply irresistible.
and the best part about her is that she loves me best of all. which is the awesomest feeling in the whole world!
~k
30 April 2010
my wild scarlet dream
my girl is here. and i'm a wreck.
first of all, she is the cutest thing i have ever seen. she is sweet, cuddly, curious, and damn stubborn as hell. but she's so confused, and i feel so guilty for taking her away from her rescue mommy and displacing her into this crazy city life she has no idea what to do about (which really does break my heart, even if i am super certain that we'll be bff in no time).
but i also love her. already. when i look into her precious little eyes, staring up at me trying to make sense of the madness she's endured today, i just want to make it all better for her. right now, she's lying on the couch next to me, her head's on my foot, and her arms are in my lap, and it makes me feel like we're going to be okay.
but it doesn't mean i'm not scared absolutely shitless. i have to somehow train this girl to get used to outings on a leash, peeing in the yard, and pooping somewhere other than inside my flat (which seems to be her preference). i have to make sure she knows this is *home* and that she's stuck with me no matter what (and hope that's a good thing for her).
and even though she's only been here for about six hours, i am utterly exhausted! i'm emotionally drained from the pressure of wanting to be a good mom without having a damn clue what that means or how to do it, and feeling like i have to make sure she doesn't feel abandoned and that she's happy on the music box steps.
and for those of you who know what an anal freak of nature i am, you'll be surprised to learn that her gas and the fact that she smells like ass doesn't even bother me. not that much...
~k
first of all, she is the cutest thing i have ever seen. she is sweet, cuddly, curious, and damn stubborn as hell. but she's so confused, and i feel so guilty for taking her away from her rescue mommy and displacing her into this crazy city life she has no idea what to do about (which really does break my heart, even if i am super certain that we'll be bff in no time).
but i also love her. already. when i look into her precious little eyes, staring up at me trying to make sense of the madness she's endured today, i just want to make it all better for her. right now, she's lying on the couch next to me, her head's on my foot, and her arms are in my lap, and it makes me feel like we're going to be okay.
but it doesn't mean i'm not scared absolutely shitless. i have to somehow train this girl to get used to outings on a leash, peeing in the yard, and pooping somewhere other than inside my flat (which seems to be her preference). i have to make sure she knows this is *home* and that she's stuck with me no matter what (and hope that's a good thing for her).
and even though she's only been here for about six hours, i am utterly exhausted! i'm emotionally drained from the pressure of wanting to be a good mom without having a damn clue what that means or how to do it, and feeling like i have to make sure she doesn't feel abandoned and that she's happy on the music box steps.
and for those of you who know what an anal freak of nature i am, you'll be surprised to learn that her gas and the fact that she smells like ass doesn't even bother me. not that much...
~k
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