Saturday, September 27, 2008

Transport

I did a transport today of 3 pugs and one black lab. I took some pictures. The girls names are Gigi, Blossom, and Libby. The black lab is Vern. They pugs are puppy mill rescues from MO on their way to Vermont. The black lab is on the way to NY. All were adorable. They stayed in crates while I drove and slept the whole time.

First up is this little gal Blossom. SUPER friendly. Very small.





Next up is this one Gigi, she was very shy and very still.





Next up Libby, she seemed to really get along with the black lab. They would play a little. She was friendly but needed you to make the first move. She also was the only one of the pugs that didn't look skinny.








Last up is Vern.



Now for a few short videos.


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Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Stuff in general

Brutus here. Mom's car got hit. No one was injured but her side doors.




A few weeks ago she made a cake for a 50th birthday party. She didn't take many pictures of the cake but she has a couple. The theme was growth for 1/2 of the cake (life) and it's all downhill after that. What you don't see is that she made a pond on the green side and had a little duck in there. Then a polluted pond on the other side which was made of black icing. She got the idea from a website called Cake Central Mom took a cake decorating class at Hobby Lobby a couple of years ago and makes them sometimes.



Here is what it looked like before she iced it.



Here is what I've been up to.



Here is what Harley has been up to.



Here is what IJ has been up to.



No pics of Bones and Lilly, they have been locked in a closet for a week now. Just kidding!

Here we have Lilly in one of her famous faceplant poses.



Lastly we have Bones. He's very hungry!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

A great email about dogs

I don't usually get too sappy about forwarded emails with inspirational messages. Unfortunately I can be very cynical. I read this earlier today and for some reason it has stuck with me. Thought I'd share.

A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS.........

1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.

2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.

3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.

4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.

5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.

6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.

7.. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.

8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.

9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.

10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Ahoy Ye Puggies



Nevis posted that it's talk like a pirate day. So I had to investigate and when I did I found this test. Seems I am a bit of a disciplinarian. For those arrested development fans, seems I'm a discipline daddy.

Have a great weekend everyone!



You are The Quartermaster

You, me hearty, are a man or woman of action! And what action it is! Gruesome,

awful, delightful action. You mete out punishment to friend and foe alike
– well, mostly to foe, because your burning inner rage isn’t
likely to draw you a whole lot of the former. Still, though you may be
what today is called “high maintenance” and in the past was
called “bat-shit crazy,” the crew likes to have you around
because in a pinch your maniacal combat prowess may be the only thing
that saves them from Jack Ketch. When not in a pinch, the rest of the
crew will goad you into berserker mode because it’s just kind of
fun to watch. So you provide a double service – doling out discipline
AND entertainment.




What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!


Incriminating photo



So after Mom finally got home today we went for our walk and then I got my favorite treat. Then it was nap time. As you can see Mom took this stupid photo of me. The only reason I allowed her to post it is because she said I would get a ride in the car sometime soon.

Did I mention I got my fav treat today. Pedigree chewy treats. I love them!

Monday, September 15, 2008

Harley


Brutus here. Harley is fitting into the family fold nicely. He does great with the crate and is housebroken. He barely barks. He is getting more laid back and comfortable. She thinks he's a little cutie. Today she gave him a bath. Mom says it's different giving a black pug a bath than a fawn like me. Everything looks different.

Mom was barely home today. Something about a job. She came home in the middle of the day and stayed for like an hour and then left again and came back tonight. I don't know what this job is but it's getting annoying.

Mom had a picture of IJ eating the cake she didn't give me! Can you believe that? She accidentally deleted it. So close your eyes and imagine a stupid black cat eating my cake!

Mom made hotel reservations for us for Pugtoberfest! YAHOO

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Ozzy made pug (not put) of the day yesterday!

We sure do miss him and hope he's doing good. Last I heard he was!

Friday, September 12, 2008

Moms still got it!

If you remember arrested development the show on Fox, Buster shouted that about his Mother once. Mom loves that show and is watching it again on DVD. Here is one short clip from the show to give you an idea of it's humor.

Anyway, Brutus here. Moms posts a lot about the fosters and I told her it's time to post about me! So she said I could write some. Last night after she put Harley into his crate she let me have some cake. Have I mentioned I love treats! Yummy. So Mom snapped some pictures of me with the cake. First up is a pic showing how Bones is up on the counter with the cake and not eating it? See his devil eyes right next to the fridge? Why would he not eat the cake?



Here is Mom giving me a piece of the cake, but not a large enough piece.



Here I am giving Mom the sad look. Give me more cake. Can't you see I am starving!



Mom says I am the perfect pug. I so have her fooled. Have a great weekend everyone!

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Harley and is this what other dogs do?

I have a few short videos of Harley. Black pugs are hard to see, especially at night!

He is a cutie but he seems to be a little possessive of me. He doesn't like it when Brutus is closer to me. Is this normal? At one point tonight for no reason when Brutus was in the kitchen with me, Harley growled at him. I told him no and his ears went back and he stopped.

Earlier today Harley also picked a fight with Brutus. Brutus instantly had the best of him. No blood or anything. I have kittehs and they spat at times. Is this normal?

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Harley and other guests





Well we have another foster with us. His name is Harley a 6 year old male black pug. You can read about him more on the KPR website So far so good. He's a tiny little guy. He ignores the cats and is great with the crate and no accidents in the house. I also have yet to hear him bark or whine. I tried to get some pics today but this is about all I could get. As you can see he is 1/2 the size of the Brutabaker. I want to get a video of him walking because he has the cutest little trot.

The other guest I wanted to comment on is IJ.



I've posted about him before. He's been coming around a lot lately. The other day I realized he had come in but hadn't left yet. I went into the guest bedroom and there he was. Napping. He also has been walking with us a few times this week at night. He's not quite as fast as we are but he can keep up because the dogs stop to smell stuff.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Good byes


Brutus here. Mom dropped Ozzy off without any problems, other than her getting all upset about it. So she came home and we all hung out here while she stared into that computer thing again. Boring.

She might get another foster later in the week. A 6 year old black pug named Harley. She mentioned it in passing.

I am hoping she takes me to class with her tomorrow night so I can ride in the car.

Oh and today I got one of my fav treats! It's been a great day! Above is what I've been up to most of the day!

Monday, September 8, 2008

Ozzy is finding a new home


Brutus here. Mom has mixed emotions. Ozzy is going to a different foster family. She will be dropping off him tomorrow. When she got the email today she cried. She does like/love him. On the one hand she is glad to see him go but on the other she doesn't want him to go and wishes she could give him what he needs. The last week since she was bit, things have been calm. Mom didn't discipline him as much mainly because she kept him in the harness a lot.

Mom feels bad because she couldn't handle him but she is only human. She also is thankful that KPR was able to find another home for Ozzy and thankful to the family that is watching him. She'll write more tomorrow.

She also wanted to apologize for not posting much on other folks blogs. She'll get to it soon. She's reading them.

Friday, September 5, 2008

The Chai Story

Hi all, Brutus here. Mom wanted to provide this link about this poor doggie Chai that had to get his tongue removed due to a defective toy.

Please throw this toy away if you have it!

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Aftermath

Brutus here. Moms been pretty bummed and edgy since tues night. Whatever happen in her head since, she's not sure, but she is now afraid of Oz and fears he will attack her at any time. An emotional fear, not rational. She used the spray bottle on him tonight and that worked and instead of being happy, she was just relieved. She's adjusting to the new school year and having a time of that too. Her good friend moved (he graduated with his doctorate) and her other friend has a new job which takes up a lot of his time. She also usually has a graduate assistant to hang with some and doesn't have one. She says talking to me is great, but just not the same.

On a brighter note, the weekend is here! Howard Stern was live this week finally and will be live next week and weeks after! The Shield is back for it's final season on FX! And it's been raining!

Happy Weekend Everyone!

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

I've made a huge mistake

UPDATE: I forgot to add that I've been working with the folks at KPR on this. They know my situation and have been supportive and good. I am also going to try a different technique with him.


Anyone who watched and remembered the show Arrested Development you'll know that line was uttered quite a few times.

I signed up to be a foster parent to help a dog. I also wanted to see if Brutus would like a friend. What I've gotten is a mess. This pug has bit me three times and my Mom twice in one day. He has chased my cats and gotten into at least 7 fights with Brutus. He has a temper and when you want him to do something he doesn't want to do, he gets mad and growls. Today for instance. After our evening walk, I was watering plants out front. Ozzy went across the street into the neighbors yard. I went after him and tried to get him to follow me. He turned and growled at me. I pinned him, calmed him down and then we started back to my yard. He got 4 feet with me and then went to the left. I followed him and was going to pick him up and carry him back to my yard and he growled again. A neighborhood kid had to hold him down while I went across the street into my house and grabbed his harness. Or there was yesterday when for the 100th time he ran out in front of a car. Only this time I wasn't able to get his leash quick enough and if the lady hadn't stopped he would have been hit. It's something with him each and every day. He growls or bites or chases the cats. Time and time again I discipline him, tell him no, etc. He now just flinches and continues the behavior. Oh and now he is starting to get mad when I do it.

This weekend he bit my mom because she got too close to him when she was cleaning out the fridge. Then 20 mins later he was staring at her feet and bit her again, unprovoked for no reason. I couldn't believe it.

Tonight was the final straw. He chased the cat tonight for the 5th time since our afternoon walk so I went to get him a treat to lure him into the crate. He got to the crate and wouldn't go in, so I tried to gently push him. He turned and growled so I tried to pin him for the 3rd time today and he got loose and sliced my thumb. He then was loose in the house mad. If he got close to the cats he growled at them. I couldn't get close to him. I finally calmed down and got his harness on him and got him in the crate. I had to act like I liked him.

I know he's got a bad past and I do feel bad for him, but I know very little about training dogs. I am not Cesear Millan. I am a single girl with a full time job. I just got Brutus, my first dog ever in January. I feel bad because I know KPR has foster homes that are full and are in financial troubles but I am not a dog trainer. I can't handle this and I don't have the time for it. Nor the emotional stress.

I think I am writing this because I feel guilty and I want someone to say oh don't feel bad. Part of me is disappointed in myself that I can't handle him. The other part of me says that I have no experience with dogs let alone ones with food aggression and biting issues. Another part of me just doesn't care and just wants him gone.

I am angry that I am in this position. I am angry that I have to deal with this dog and because I can't handle him he will be someone elses problem. I am angry that someone who had him before allowed this behavior. I am angry that I have visions of this dog biting my Achilles tendon and my wrist flexors off in a fit of rage. I am angry that I am afraid of this dog. I am angry that when he walks beside me I am sometimes afraid he will bite me for no reason. I am angry that I can't call my parents and tell them about this. My mom is already worried Ozzy will hurt me.

And yes I've tried to focus on positive behaviors. It doesn't matter. Every day he gets mad about something. Every day.

Thanks for letting me vent.