My childhood dog, a Bichon Frise named Timmy (short for Princess Tiara’s Tiny Tim*), loved to chew pig ears and cattle hooves. When we first got Briscoe, I asked the vet about those, um, delicacies, and he told us not to let Briscoe have them… but I can’t remember why. So occasionally I’ll give B a flat rawhide strip because those seem safe, but he eats them up pretty quickly. There have got to be other varieties of bones he can gnaw on for longer.
Do you let your dog chew on bones? What type do you give your pup? Specifically, I’m wondering if rawhide bones or the hollow ones filled with peanut butter or “meat” are safe.
I also think it’s about time Briscoe got a new collar. Unlike some of his furry friends, he wears his 24-7, and it’s getting a bit grungy. Plus, with Fall around the corner (yes, I’m dreaming about cooler weather already), his “wardrobe” could use a change.
I’d love to get him a fun collar from a local designer or Etsy seller; the ones they have at Petco are pretty blah. Any recommendations?
* Timmy was already named when he picked him up from the breeder. His parents were show dogs (his mom was Princess Tiara) and he was the runt of the litter, hence the name Princess Tiara’s Tiny Tim.
I’m a bad fur-mommy. I’ve forced my pup to poop in the house the past two days because it’s just too cold outside to take him on a proper walk. Yes, I could let him romp around the backyard unattended (after all, that is why we built the fence), but a) I’m too paranoid (He’s white, just like the snow. What if I lose him?) and b) it’s too frigid for him to be out for an extended period. Just minutes into our morning excursion he was hunched over and shivering. I even had him bundled up in a fleece jacket. If he didn’t like the snow so much maybe he’d do his business quickly, but he loves to jump on top of the snow banks and crawl through the white powder. In Briscoe’s mind, snow is for playing, not for pooping.
We have a white hydrangea tree in the backyard. I don’t know much about plants, flowers or gardening, but I do know that what we have growing back there is indeed a hydrangea tree. Google told me so.
I haven’t been taking very many photographs lately, and I miss it. So, with nothing else on my afternoon agenda, I walked around the tree with my camera, happily shooting away. I would love to take a photography class to get better at my craft. (That feels funny, calling it my craft. But I don’t paint or draw or sew or design, so photography is the only craft I’ve got. Oh, and knitting. I knit a bit, too.)
Briscoe watched me from the back door, wondering why he couldn’t come outside and play along side me. Soon, pup, we’ll have a fence back there, and you can romp around to your heart’s delight!
Briscoe discovered a new little friend the other night in the backyard–a small bunny who was not afraid to get close to our back door. Our fiesty dog was so excited he almost scratched his way through the glass, but his mania didn’t scare away his new bunny friend. In fact, before we knew it, two more rabbits appeared in the backyard. They were multiplying before our eyes!
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