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[livejournal.com profile] getting_weary posted this on her LJ, and I thought I'd pass it along to you all. Poor doggy!

Dog Sleep Runs Into a Wall
This dog tries desperately to catch a dream frisbee, and almost knocks himself back to sleep.
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Last night around 5 my smoke alarm started chirping. You know, the noise it makes when it thinks it's running out of batteries? Yeah, that. Every 30 seconds or so..."chirp." "chirp." "chirp." It's annoying and it was driving the dog crazy.

The reason it was so annoying is because I can't reach the smoke alarm. It's on the wall right underneath my vaulted ceiling, which is about 12 feet up. I can't even get close to it if I stand on a chair.

Since my building manager is often in her office until 6 or 7 on weekdays, I put Sum in her leash and we walked over.

I had forgotten that, on Fridays, she's only in her office until noon. I filled out a maintenance slip and put it through the mail slot, resigned to living with the chirping until Monday.

Oddly, the chirping doesn't seem to be regular. It was at first, definitely. Every 30 seconds. Then, after a couple hours, I realized it hadn't chirped in about 15 minutes. Of course, soon after I thought that, it started up its every 30 seconds thing again. For about an hour. Then it started doing it once every 10 minutes or so.

I wasn't really looking forward to trying to sleep with that going on, but we went into the bedroom early last night and closed the door (which we usually don't do). Summer was still sort of freaking out every once in a while, pacing, looking for the beeping ninja and staring at me with her ears back and a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

Around 10:30, I realized there was no more beeping. Summer was curled up on the floor, sleeping soundly, and I decided to put my book aside and fall asleep as well.

At 2am, I was awakened. Not by a beeping, but by something that sounded like slapping and gulping.

It was Summer, violently and constantly licking her nose. She'd stick out her tongue and slap it across her nostrils, making a popping noise. She did it again and again, while standing my bed, panting. Her ears were tucked back but her tail started wagging when she saw me open my eyes, even if my first words were less than comforting: "WHAT? Dammit, really? Seriously??"

I reacted thus because that's what Summer does when she's not feeling well and wants to go outside and eat grass. It usually means she's trying to keep from throwing up.

I stumbled out of bed and put on some pants and a wool shirt, pulled on my down coat and stuck her in her harness, grumbling the whole while. When Sum gets like that, there's nothing to do but let her eat grass. I know it's not really good to let dogs eat grass, but it seems to help her settle her stomach when she gets like that.

We went downstairs and she immediately went at the lawn like a hungry sheep, pulling up tufts of greenery and licking her nose in between. After about 3 minutes, I made her come upstairs.

I tried to get her to drink some water, but she kept going back to the door and staring at it, then looking at me with big eyes. Then she'd lick her nose again. "Mom, this is the noise you have to look forward to if you don't take me out again."

I'm probably a sucker, but I took her back outside. That time we walked around the building, and she was munching on grass the entire way. When we finally got back inside, I crawled back in bed and she stood beside me. She was still licking her nose, but not constantly, so I knew she was feeling better. I ignored her and eventually she lay down on the floor and I heard her sigh. Her nose-slaps were becoming fewer and fewer.

This morning, I woke up to a chirping sound. Summer was sleeping next to me in bed, but she raised her head and looked around; the ninja was back! It chirped a couple more times and then stopped. We fell back asleep.

A couple hours later, we woke up again. The alarm beeped once, then stopped. It hasn't made a sound since, but I'm not expecting it to hold its silence forever. I'm sort of tired, not because I didn't get enough sleep (I overslept way more than is usual for me today!) but because it was interrupted. I'm spending the day trying to do homework. I forgot just how much I dislike homework! This will definitely take more getting used to!

Summer is fine this morning. She ate her dog food with no trouble, drank some water, and has been alternately napping and bugging me to go play with her. My little angel.
kokopellinelli: (Legoless)
I almost strangled my dog a couple days ago.

We (Nina and myself) took Summer and Zoe for a walk up Dock Point, which is a nice trail above the harbor. At the top of the hill, there's a boardwalk that takes you to two lookouts over the Port. There is a fence, and on the other side of the fence is a couple feet of ground followed by a near-sheer dropoff of 20 to 40 feet or so.

So of course Summer got around the fence and down the cliff almost immediately.

She didn't fall down, she ran down, and when I looked over I could see how she had done that. However, it was steep enough that she couldn't get back up, so there was my moron dog on a ledge about 5 feet above the water, running back and forth, attempting to get back up. Everytime she tried to climb, she'd slip back down.

There was a tree sticking out the side of the cliff, so I sat on my butt and inched forward, planning to brace myself on the tree, lean over, and grab the scruff of her neck the next time she tried to climb up. I was about halfway to the tree when Nina said, "She's back up here now!" Summer then came up behind me as I was inching backward onto solid ground again and almost pushed me off the cliff.

Nina said later that she'd been thinking, "Crap, Nelli's gonna fall and die and here I am, without a cell phone. I'm gonna have to walk all the way back down to the harbor to call an ambulance, then all the way back up the hill to show them where you were."

I apologised (with considerable sarcasm) for almost ruining her day.

On a cooler note, I drove out Dayville Road earlier that same day and saw a sow and cub brown bear on the side of the road. Oddly, I think it's possibly the first brown bear I've ever seen in this area. I knew they were here, of course, but I usually see blackies.
kokopellinelli: (Serious)
I'm staying at mom's house while she's out of town, and of course, Summer is staying with me.

As soon as I got home from work today, I decided that we should go for a walk. Most of the time, I don't put Summer on her leash (unless we're walking on the highway or something)...I just bring her ball along. When we're passing a place of potential interest to her, I keep hold of the ball and that keeps all of her attention riveted on me.

We didn't go all the way around the block...we went to the dry creek bed on the next street over. I'd toss the ball into the bed, and she'd retrieve it. Easy.

Across the road from the creek, there lives a lady who keeps geese and chicken. This lady can be sort of mean. She gets mad if you pick wildflowers on the side of the road...not even on her property! And when Beck and I were kids, her husband/boytoy/live-in dick SHOT a stray dog with a beebee gun. The local animal control officer doesn't even like her.

So, knowing all that I know about the lady, you can imagine my horror when my ASSLICKING BITCH OF A DOG took off after a chicken.

That's right, she brought the ball back, and before I could take it from her, she BOLTED across the road and into the woman's yard in pursuit of BARNYARD FOWL.

I ran after her, screaming. Summer chased the chicken around the house. I heard a window slide open and the lady called, "Do you have that dog on a leash?"

Just then, Summer came into view, HOLDING THE FREAKING CHICKEN IN HER MOUTH. I jogged towards her, as she stopped in the middle of the driveway and spit out the bird. It landed on its feet and walked away, clucking, seemingly no worse for wear, but minus the feathers my charming four-legged companion had stuck to her tongue.

I grabbed her and slipped her leash over her head. The lady asked that I keep her on a leash when going by her house. Considering how high her bitch-o-meter can get sometimes, I figure I got off light. I was afraid she'd demand that I pay for all the years scared off that chicken's life.

Anyway. Yeah. I am extremely pissed at my dog right now. She will not go leashless for quite a while.

On our way home, my old friend Matt stepped out on his porch to say hi. He and his family moved into the house two doors down from mom's earlier this year. His mom used to be my babysitter; we used to take baths together when we were babies. I haven't seen him for quite a while. We talked for about 15 minutes.

And tomorrow is setup for the Home Expo. Then, Saturday and Sunday, is THE HOME EXPO. I'm sorta stressed. I just want it to be over.
kokopellinelli: (What You Say?)
I think maybe I'll start a list of Disturbing Things.

1. Watching my dog eat "beefhide chips." I mean, it wouldn't normally be too bad, excepts she's always trying to swallow the pieces before they've been made small enough to travel through her esophagus. Then she'll regurgitate it ("kkkk...HACK! COUGH! CHOKE! blork...chew chew chew") and chew it some more, then try again to swallow it. Then she does it again. And again. And again.

Each time I think, "Yeah...not gonna give her any more of those things." Then I forget about it the next day and give her another one.

This has been your episode of Disturbing Things for today.
kokopellinelli: (Default)
Yesterday, mom and I went to Gabriel's first birthday party. There were a jillion people crammed into Mel's little trailer. It was fun, though. Mel made homemade chili and two cakes, a small one for Gabe and a big one for everyone else. She was hoping Gabriel would smash his face down into the cake, but he mostly just played delicately in the frosting. I taped him with Mel's video camera until the battery ran out, at which point the kid got really into the cake and somehow wound up with frosting on his forehead and eyelashes, as well as his aunt.

Mel has finally gotten an offer on her trailer from a friend, so she's selling it to him and moving to Anchorage in about 6 weeks. As a result, she needs to get rid of one of her dogs, the 2-year-old purebred golden retriever, Summer. So, mom and I brought her home as a trial sort of thing last night, and we've decided to foster her for a while and see if it'll work out for us or if we'll need to find her another home. Ink doesn't like her very much, but I think it's just because she's a little rambunctious. She'll hopefully settle down a little when she gets used to being here. She's a precious thing, so friendly, and she LOVES people and cats, but Ink scares her a little. He's hissed at her and swiped at her a few times, and even though he's declawed, she probably got her feelings hurt.

She has to sleep with me (as she's slept with Mel since she was a puppy) and she chews things when she's alone, but...we'll see.
kokopellinelli: (Default)
The Dog
DOG - Your daemon may be a dog if you are loyal and
caring, and like to know what is expected of
you. You probably are very family oriented, and
have a small group of friends that you are very
close to, rather than a large group of
acquaintances. You dislike confrontation, but
you will stand up and fight for the people and
issues that you really care about. You may
prefer someone else to take the lead in a
situation, although you would rather take the
lead yourself than have the situation fall
apart. You probably enjoy routine and order,
but that doesn't mean you don't like to have
fun. If anything, your friends probably know
you for getting intense, child-like pleasure in
the small things in life.


What Is Your Daemon?
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Actually, that seems fairly accurate.

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