Scout the Squirrel

So, it's August, and very chilly out and the other day I found Brach's candy corn at the supermarket. So it got me thinking, and I am so excited to share with you the picture of my tushy, Scout, dressed as a Squirrel for Halloween last year!

I will take it even a step further to share with you a video of her refusing to move since she was dressed up!

It's early, but since I'm poor and have no internet in my apartment, I may not be able to post this by spooky halloween time. Watch Scout refuse to move!

Cosmo Touches Himself

Who remembers Cosmo?

This post is dedicated to my boss, Chelle. Cosmo is absolutely and positively IN LOVE with her. So, this was actually my last day at the dog daycare I worked at, and she had just left and Cosmo of course was pouting at the door waiting for her to come back. He is such a pain in the ass that we just let him hang out in the office/lobby area because he can be dramatic, and for lack of a better word, volatile.

Anyways, I was just videotaping this for her, and all of a sudden he started touching his pee-shee (the word I use for penis). He was lilke rubbing it... so hillarious! So here is the video of it, check him and his pervert-ness out for yourselves!

*Side note: the reason the barking is getting out of hand in the video is because we have a huge window that looks out to the street and people stop, stare, knock on the window and this drive the dogs crazy, which causes them to bark constantly!

The Day I Bit a Pit Bull

Meet Jessie. How friggin adorable is this pitty? She had the most pullable lips and was just the sweetest blue nose pit you've ever seen! But, she came to our daycare through a rescue agency I was working with and she needed a place to stay since she was howling at her foster home, and the neighbors had started to complain. She was only supposed to be with us for a few days, but that turned into a week. Not usually too big a deal except that Jessie had a high prey instinct and kept getting dogs in her mouth and holding on. Not hurting them, just kind of like a cat who runs after a bird and catches them and then looks at you like, "ok... now what do I do?" it's instinctual, but they don't really know why they are doing it, or what to do next.

Anyways, she was doing well so I let her out on a lazy Saturday afternoon with only a few dogs there. She and a few bulldogs were all hanging out together in the sunshine, when all of a sudden one of them got up to walk around and she just grabbed them in her mouth. I was on top of her in seconds trying to pry her mouth open. Right when I felt myself starting to freak out, she let go and the dog was unharmed. But, I was so pissed at her for doing it and probably had built up anger from pits grabbing dogs in their mouth for no reason I scooped her up in my arms and yelled, "how does it feel to get bit huh?!" and I bit on her her neck, tasting the leather of her collar in my mouth as I let go. I didn't bite her hard, nothing like a pit bull bite of couse. Maybe being with dogs this much and being the alpha that I am, I took on the roll of alpha dog in the room, I really don't know! I am in no way ashamed of me doing this. In fact, I love the fact that I just did it, like instinct... the exact instinct that Jessie felt when she saw "prey" running across the room. I stood there stunned at my reaction, and put her down in a separate room in the daycare. She turned around wagging her tail and licked my face.

Poodle Attitude

So yesterday, a poodle named Folsom decided he was too hot out in the sun. He found a perfect spot, right in front of the fan! How sassy is this?

Summer is Here!

Not much to say, just happy summer y'all! Here is a little video of Scout's first trip to the beach last summer when we went to Coney Island the day before they stop allowing dogs on the beach. She was so happy and interested at all the new things to sniff and see at the ocean's edge!

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Who remembers that movie, All Dogs Go To Heaven? I do, mostly because it was a Don Bluth cartoon movie, when I was a wee one and I watched it all the time!

The characters were Charlie and Itchy, and I want to be the one to tell you, I have met them! That's right they live in Brooklyn. Don't believe me? Here they are!

You see it?! Ok, maybe not everyone will see it, but they are these cartoon characters come to friggin life! And, the big shepard mix who looks like the bigger cartoon pup is actually named, Charlie, the same name as the cartoon character. Now, Max, the black smaller mix isn't the same color but he is basically Itchy come to life! These two are so funny. Now, Charlie is one big goofball that drives me absolutely insane! He would sit in the window of the daycare and bark at ANYTHING that would walk by. I mean, don't get me wrong I understand if they see a dog outside, of course they will bark. But children? Baby carriages? Bikes? People (on the other side of the street, barely visible)?!!?! Anything! And I knew his bark by heart. When he would start up I would yell his full name, "Charlie DeGraudpre!" and I would hear, click click click click... and then he would appear in the other room where I was sitting staring at me with his big goofy brown eyes, knowing full well of his guilt of barking when he had no reason to! Sometimes as he sauntered over to me he would let out a few low yip/barks as if to say, "what, Jenn? I was just saying hi... jeeze"

Another time, I went to go pick them up at home and opened the door to a eaten corn cob on the ground... I just stood there and thought... "that shouldn't be there..." and walked around the corner to find a garbage can knocked over with crap all over the floor. Max was sure to greet me with his strange way of smiling, which is him showing his teeth (kind of like how chimps do), you're almost afraid he is being aggressive but he is just charmed to see you.

Anyways, they always reminded me of the dogs from All Dogs Go To Heaven, what do you all think?

Milton the Poop Eating Genius

Ok, I have been trying to post a video of Scout drooling for the past week, and it won't work. So, I have decided to just tell you all a story about another French Bulldog named, Milton.

He was at the first dog daycare that I worked at, so I don't have a picture of him on my new phone, which is a shame because he was the funniest looking bully ever. Here's the deal with Milton. He's crazy. And I love him. He was always itchy so he was always scratching himself, and sometimes he would tend to get very close to his eyes and face and cause scabbing on his face. We were worried he might jab himself in the eye so we would put a cone on him to try and hinder his constant scratching. But it didn't really work.

Anyways, what I also failed to mention is that Milton was like, the poop eater extraordinaire, so this putting on the cone business just made his poop eating skills stronger! Picture a crazy french bulldog with a cone on... he sees a pile of poop. He walks (or more like runs) over to the doodie and goes to eat it and the cone stops him from being able to reach it, because the cone hits the floor and leave his face and dirty little frenchie lips about an inch away from the prize. So, does he give up? No. He then starts to walk, with his face (and cone) on the floor over to the wall area, while dragging to doodie pile with him. When he gets to the wall, you would think he has been outed and can't go anywhere from there, but think again bitches! He lifts his head and cone up the wall, bringing the doodie up with him and then when it is safe and sound in his cone, he opens his mouth and gobbles down that scrumptious doodie. What a fuckin sicko! I couldn't believe it when I first saw it, I didn't even stop him because I figured he couldn't eat poop with a cone on! Ravenous dogs with cones on can barely even eat their dinners because of those cones, but Milton did not let a silly cone stop him from doing what he came to daycare to do, eat poop. He would waltz away happy about his midday snack with poop all over the inside of his cone (which I incidentally would have to clean thank you very much).

But I loved him. He was my absolute favorite dog at the Dog Spa and I ain't ashamed to say it. I mean what dog would be that determined about poo to do that? Only, Milton. Oh, and then he would attempt to jump up on my lap with a doodie covered cone. Sweet Jesus, I miss him. Wait, is he the sick one, or am I for missing that little poo eater? Eh, who cares, would someone mind passing the poop, please?