Friday, December 15, 2006

Puppy thoughts and other matters of importance

Hi friends,

It's me, Pippin, writing from my crate. Now that the secret is out about our new pack member, I have been able to safely return to the sanctity of my safe space. And none too soon. This very morning, as I was called to go for my morning walk, I carefully looked left and right to make sure that the scary Fox-kitty was not in the hallway. I really don't wish to rock any boats. I even took the alternative route to the front door--it's a longer route, but hey, if it means not confronting the cat, then no expense is too great. Do you know what happened. The scoundrel ambushed me again--leaping down from the piano and chasing me. I think war is on. Not at all helped by the fact that the cat has allegiances with all the other dogs in the house already--including the 7-week old puppy, with whom he plays and plays. Why, oh why, am I the only one who can see through his tricks? Sigh.

Kyzer, the new puppy packmate, is kind of boring. He mostly sleeps, eats, wrestles with the dastardly cat and pees. And pees. And pees. My people had completely forgotten how much a puppy pees. It's like every hour on the hour. Here's a very sweet picture of him sleeping in my person's arm. Doesn't he kind of look like a little Thumbelina? He's all curled up. That's Hamish's head trying to get a sniff of him. Today, Kyzer seems to be noticing that we big dogs will play with him. Up to now, he's mostly just interacted with his toys, our people and that cat. I've done several play bows and spins to try and entice him, but so far no luck. But he did bow at Hamish this morning outside. He got a bit overwhelmed when Hamish started to play with him, though--Hamish is a pretty rough fellow, but I think in time, he should have fun. Rafe, the oaf-puppy, is being a surprisingly outstanding older pack mate, even though he's hardly more than a puppy himself. He's only stolen Kyzer's stuff a couple of times.

The other big even in the house is the people's testosterone reduction program that has been on-going. As I think Hamish mentioned in a previous guest blog, Rafe left one day and then came back without his testicles. Boy, were Tansy and I overjoyed at that. Even though it takes a few weeks for the flow to really stop, we knew that we were on the downward slope with him finally. Little did we know that Hamish was scheduled for the snip-snip too. He got a brief reprieve so that he could finish his agility class, but lo and behold, on Monday he went away and he didn't come back until Tuesday. And since then, he's had to wear this contraption which is supposed to keep him from licking--poor guy can't do any normal grooming at all. His "procedure" was a bit more involved than Rafe's since Hamish was a "monorchid" (I'll let you look it up--I had to), so instead of surgical glue, he had to get stitches and be shaved and all of that. He doesn't seem too worse for the wear and that thing the vet said about no exercise except leash walks--well, you can imagine how that's been going. My person is trying hard to at least keep him from leaping on things. Poor guy doesn't know it yet, but he won't get to go herding on Saturday (or the next Saturday either)--talk about adding insult to injury.

Well, I've gone on long enough. I'll end with this very cute picture of Kyzer--he doesn't only sleep, eat, pee and forge alliances with the cat. He's also pretty darn cute almost all of the time.












5 comments:

The Army of Four said...

WOW, Pippin! Your new puppy is mighty cute! I'll bet he'll be running around with you and the other big dogs before too long!
Amber asked that you'll please lick Hamish on the nose and tell him she said "HEEL!" :) Hope his recovery goes well and all.
Hey ... we had a cat try to follow us home from our forced road march this morning! He peered out of some honeysuckle vines at us, then came right up to us! Storm was delighted - she likes cats! - but Dave almost pulled mom right on her face! Me and Am were with dad, and the cat probably got to within a foot of me! I didn't know what to do! Do you think he was a spy, trying to infiltrate the Ao4? Mom and dad trotted us home. I looked over my shoulder for him the whole way home - about a mile - and apparently tried something called "dad's patience" the whole way home. I sat at the kitchen window and looked for it for a couple hours. No sign of him. Yet. Any recommendations?
Play bows,
Zim

monalyn said...
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JustMeCopper said...

Cute puppy. I Christmas tag you.

JustMeCopper said...

Will the puppy look like you guys? What kind of puppy is it?

Isabella said...

Your puppy is so cute. Sorry to hear about all the missing testicles at your house. I don't know what they are, and don't think i have any, so I guess I don't have to worry about losing mine.
Festive Wags-
Isabella
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