…or any of these. Please!
Your dog will thank you.
Dogs are very simple creatures. They know what they like and don’t like. There are certain things that just make them go crazy; barking or running around and panting, rapidly pacing or hiding, or any combination of some or all of these. The triggers that really make Hoss and Pepper go nuts are:
Saying the word “squirrel”, “bird”, “kitty”, “park” or, in my dogs’ case, “work”.
Being on the beach.
The doorbell—even on TV.
A fly in the house or studio.
The dog next door.
Here is a cool technique for turning a photo into a posterized vector file using Photoshop CS3 and Illustrator CS3. (Dont worry, it’s relatively easy.)
Last Wednesday, in addition to Hoss and Pepper in the studio, Fancy came in for the day as well. Fancy is a German Shepard puppy with HUGE ears who has visited Zoom once or twice before – just never when other dogs were here. I thought it would be pure chaos with Fancy and Pepper, but it was just the opposite. Fancy seemed unsure of these larger dogs and hunkered down under Corrina’s desk or by her water bowl. Pepper was curious about her but mostly sat on her pillow enjoying the heck out of a bone. Hoss was totally disinterested in her and did his best impression of a carpet for most of the day.
If I won the lottery, I would buy an orange Porsche 914 and then probably move into a house that was featured in Dwell Magazine. I would then proceed to fill the house with kick-ass modern furniture for humans, and of course, the hounds.
Here are a few dog-related items I think would work perfectly:
The Bent dog bed with walnut veneer and ultrasuede cover. Only $349
The Le Corbusier inspired dog bed with fully-welded steel frame and genuine leather. Only $569
Eddie’s Room with walnut finish and chrome base. Only $675
Holden Double Feeder in walnut finish with removable stainless steel bowls. Only $142
Wall-mounted, laser-cut steel Dog Dish. Only$130
A walnut and ceramic water bowl. Only $130
For now, though, I think the dogs and I will be fine with the $7 Michael Graves Design™ Rubber Jack Toy we got from Target. I don’t think they will know the difference.
In addition to Lisa’s Won’t you be my neighbor post about the good neighbors around Zoom, I would like to point out another good neighbor directly across the street, Dove Lewis. Dove Lewis is a 24-hour emergency animal hospital. While we don’t rely on their services every day, it’s nice to know they are there when you need them.
Fortunately I have only needed them once—so far…
It was an early Sunday morning about 5 years ago. I was just waking up, and my wife, Bridget, was in the living room reading the paper. Hoss was busy being a puppy. I heard some rustling beside the bed, looked over and saw Hoss chewing on something white, but didn’t think too much about and tried unsuccessfully to fall back to sleep.
About 5 minutes later I decided to get up. I looked over to see what Hoss had been chewing on but didn’t see anything, just him chewing on my shoelaces or something. I asked Bridget if Hoss had brought anything white and chewed up into the living room. She said that he had not and then came into the bedroom to find out what it might have been. After looking around the room she screamed, “I think Hoss ate my underwear!”
As new dog owners we had no idea what to do. We called Dove Lewis and they told us to bring him in. They said there were two options: 1. we could wait and see if it passes, but it might not and then he would need surgery, or 2. they could induce vomiting and hope he had not eaten anything sharp that could injure him on the way up. We asked them to induce vomiting and they took him away to work their “magic”. About ten minutes later he was returned to us safe and sound. They said he barfed up the underwear…as well as two socks! Then they asked if we wanted them back! Needless to say, our house has been a lot cleaner since the incident. ALL our clothes now make it into the laundry basket.
If you’re thinking about getting a dog, think long and hard. Your life will never be the same again.
You have to feed them EVERY day. They also need exercise and attention. They need shots and regular check-ups and vaccinations. When you go on vacation you have to pay someone to watch them. They are a bit on the stinky side, slobbery, shed like crazy and chew on things they shouldn’t chew on. You have to pick up their poo and they bark a lot. They turn their nose up at the good food you buy them for some unknown reason. They pee on things you don’t want them pee on. They turn their heads from the water bowl before they are finished drinking allowing the water in their mouth to flow out of their mouth and all over the kitchen. They leave slimy nose prints on windows and dirty foot prints on the floor.
But it’s worth it. It is totally worth every poo you pick up, every cent spent at the vet, every piece of dog hair you pull out of your food. It is worth it.
Everyone wants a good dog as a pet. You don’t want Wade Blasingame knocking on your door because of a misbehaving dog. Hoss was a little hellion as a pup. When my wife and I realized we had no idea how to train him, we hired a trainer. Deb, the dog trainer, came over once every two weeks for about an hour and showed us how to train Hoss. She only had to come over about four or five times before Hoss was behaving like the little angel we now all know and love.
To stop him from jumping on the counters and furniture, we used mousetraps covered with newspaper or dish towels. When he jumped up, the traps sprung, the noise scared him and he jumped down. (The traps never touched him because they were covered.) To stop him from chewing on his leash, we coated it with Tabasco sauce. To stop him from begging for people food, we gave him lemons or jalapenos off our plate. We even taught him to let us know he had to go out by ringing a bell we hung at nose level next to the back door. (That worked really well at our house but when we took him to our friend’s house that did not have a bell, the results were less than desirable.) He is five now and still uses the bell.
I really think consistency and positive reinforcement are the keys to good training. If that doesn’t work, you could always try Dave Sturtevant’s technique.
Well, it sure has been hot in Portland lately. I believe these are called “The Dog Days of Summer.” According to Wikipedia, The phrase Dog Days or “the Dog Days of Summer” refers to the hottest, most sultry days of summer.
The term “Dog Days” was used by the Greeks and ancient Romans, who called these days caniculares dies, “days of the dogs,” after Sirius the “Dog Star”, in Latin Canicula, the brightest star in the heavens besides the sun.
Originally, the Dog Days were the days when Sirius, the Dog Star, rose just before or at sunrise. Blaming the star for the hot scorching weather, the ancients sacrificed a brown dog at the beginning of the Dog Days to appease the rage of Sirius. (Good thing Hoss and Pepper are black.) We’re not sure if it worked or not.
The heat definitely drove us all crazy, but I don’t think sacrificing dogs was on the agenda. Fortunately for Hoss and Pepper, their house has a basement and that’s where they spent a majority of their time last week. For those dogs less fortunate, the air conditioned, dog-friendly Zoom Creates office became a safe refuge from the heat. For a few days last week, we were graced with the presence of Lisa’s dog, Macy, an American Staffordshire Terrier, and Corrina’s boyfriend’s dog, Frank, a sweet older German Shepard. Welcome, Macy and Frank, and be glad you don’t live in ancient Rome.
I just flew in from France and boy, are my arms tired!
In case anyone was wondering, my wife and I had a great time in Southern France. Good bread, cheese and especially good wine. We visited Avignon, Arles, Gordes, Rousillon, Nice, Eze and Monte Carlo. And even though we knew Hoss and Pepper were well taken care of, we missed them quite a bit and thought of them each time we saw a dog. And we saw a lot of them. Most were in the 10-20 pound range, but we also saw a few German Shepherds and Rottweilers.
Many dogs were not on leashes in the crowded city markets, and just followed behind their owners without causing a ruckus. It was amazing. Even people without dogs didn’t seem to mind or think this was strange. We saw vendors’ dogs wandering in and out of their cafes, “helping” behind the counter, even mingling with guests and sniffing other dogs that walked by. No one batted an eye and there was not one dog fight to be had.
I don’t think this would ever happen in America. There would be some silly health code violation, or someone would complain because they don’t like dogs, or the dogs would get in a fight, etc. Fortunately I have the Lucky Lab next door, where dogs are welcome to sit with their owners on the patio while they enjoy a beer and a bite to eat. For me, this small pleasure has become a reminder of my European experience.