It's been a couple of weeks now with the new critters in the house. The dogs for the most part all get along great! Corny and Biscuit very much enjoy the backyard, and having them go in and out off an on during the day has helped most of my bunch go outside more. Which is always a good thing with little dogs.
Saturday morning it snowed a little here, of course it hit the ground and melted right away, but it was snowing. Corny loved being outside and playing. I also got to see him do dribble art. My brother says he does this all the time and he's making art, I wasn't sure whether or not I believed him until I saw the dog doing it. I'll try to describe what he does. There were a couple of things on the back porch (concrete pad) that had collected water from the melted snow and rain. Corny would put his feet in the water or get water in his mouth and on his snout, then he would wander around the porch with his nose down watching intently as he dribbled onto the concrete in patterns. He was very intent and serious about this. Needless to say I was a bit flabbergasted. I have decided when it's a bit warmer and I have a vid camera ready I'll try to film him doing it and post it here.
My littlest dog, Thumbelina and the Peke, Biscuit have obviously gotten to be buddies now. Where he goes pretty much, she goes, and vice versa. And she'll even play with Biscuit and Corny. However, Biscuit has another obsession he's developed. Our neighbor has a beagle and a dacshund and a young grandkid. Their dogs bark at us if someone is in the yard, and our dogs bark at them. Well Biscuit loves to go over to the fence and watch and bark at the other doggies, he really is trying to meet them. So they have this very intense conversation through the fence, unless their dogs aren't out, then he'll wait at the fence for them to come out to "talk". Sometimes it's hard to get him back inside.
My buddy Lil'Shit prefers to stay warm and cuddle a lot with us. He is getting less and less coordinated lately, and I worry about him. He is less comfortable outside, so I have to be sure to keep puppy wee wee pads down. Thank god for tile floors! He will always go on the pad though. Overall though, he's been a good boy.
Cats..... Well where Yummy is concerned, it has been a trial. He has become a tyrannical bully lately. He has Corny completely buffaloed, all he has to do is hiss at him, and the dog will give him a wide berth. He is also intent on bullying and fighting with my brother's cat, Chronic. At first water squirt bottles would help chase him off, not so much now, he gets a one track mind and there is no deterring him except to lock him out of the room for a bit. Then he gets all pissy and goes and takes his frustration out on Djinn. What a mess he is! I think the Feliway is preciptating the fights now. Because it seems that the only areas that Yummy will attack Chronic is in the areas the Feliway is. Believe I will go unplug it when I get home this evening.
Djinn has figured out the big furry beast isn't going to eat him and could care less that Djinn is anywhere. He still sneaks by Biscuit most of the time though. But overall he's doing just fine.
Of course this past weekend, the dogs were a mess about food and stuff during our meal time. Poppy had absolutely no manners whatsoever! She quickly figured out the new person was a sucker and perhaps we could steal food off the plate. Naughty girl...... My dogs never used to beg for food at the table or during our mealtimes, my mother changed that. For the brief time I lived at home in 99, my mother would give the dogs scraps at the table. It used to drive me nuts! The only one who doesn't beg or run around under the table is Lil'Shit. My brother and sister in-law think it's humorous at mealtimes because of the sound Poppy makes. She will methodically run around the table and under it sniffling for crumbs or dropped food. The funny part is when she is sniffing she sounds just like a grunting little piglet. And nothing deters her from this routine. And don't even think of trying to retrieve the dropped item, it would be like putting said hand into a piranha tank, you're liable to get mistaken for noms and get bitten. Sad thing is, I rarely if ever feed any table scraps, only once in a very great while would I give them anything, and even then it's never at the table, only after everyone has finished eating.
Oh life is never dull around our house, no siree.