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maj, Baby hits the latch like a fullback and pops it out.
I am soon to have a metal one made that is much thicker and sturdier, I hope. She is a natural force, like water. Running downhill.

posted by benzinha on February 8, 2006 at 2:00 AM | link to this | reply

You need an internal Dutch Door...dogs stay out, sound an air move through
Use the latch on the doggie door.

posted by majroj on February 4, 2006 at 11:24 AM | link to this | reply

maj, I cannot rid myself of Baby, because she is my only exercise regimen.

Today, @%#^*$(%&#^#&$#*#*( I found my favorite brown leather boots, or rather, I have found one. The top of it is chewed down about 1/2 inch. Where is Heaven's name is the second? I cannot find it.

I pointed at her, against all Dog Dummies Training and said, "I hate you." So, she jumped around and then ran past me and grabbed my Mondrian lambswool sweater and went out the front door, beating the ground with this delicate article of clothing.

I may be writing of her memorial service soon.

posted by benzinha on February 3, 2006 at 10:49 AM | link to this | reply

When you're donme with the dogs, you can take on the local football team!

posted by majroj on February 3, 2006 at 12:14 AM | link to this | reply

Azurjan, Half Rottie and half Australian Shepherd or something like that...
It's her Australian half that gets all of her wild ideas and then acts them out....thanks for the read and comment......Azur.

posted by benzinha on February 1, 2006 at 1:15 AM | link to this | reply

She sounds very clever
do any of these strategies work with children I wonder?

posted by Azur on February 1, 2006 at 12:22 AM | link to this | reply

Holy Grail, I find that I never heal from the death of a dog and so, I just

let my friend Judy push another rescued dog into my car each time that one dies. I can cry for hours over my lost friends, but try to stay in this moment with these idiots and enjoy them just as much for now.

Wherever dogs go after death, I will follow and find them, if they don't find me first. I am so sorry about your Montana. My Autumn reminds me so much of my Benzinha, the last to pass away, that I sometimes call her by that name.

posted by benzinha on February 1, 2006 at 12:21 AM | link to this | reply

maj, because Makeda won't really eat, I have bought cans of wet food

for giving her the daily aspirins for her arthritis. After her four of five mouthfuls, she goes over to chew on some dried food for awhile, too. I use the wet food to torture Baby. I make her sit and then lie down for each mouthful.

Now, I am hestitating before giving her the mouthful, making her hold her down position and stay calm for a second or two. Reading my Dogs for Dummies book assiduously.

Autumn doesn't have to do anything for hers. Baby cries as I give Makeda and Autumn their mouthful, as though I am giving her food to them.

When I try to get Autumn to sit or anything, she cowers, then falls to the ground or slinks away before I beat her or whatever she imagines my commanding voice to precede. There is another method for training abused dogs like her and I am trying to do that, too.

I am surrounded by idiots. Makeda now barks at me all day with demands for this or that. Since I gave her the power to command me, she has begun to abuse it. I am just grateful that she still lives, dominating new bitch habits and all.

 

posted by benzinha on February 1, 2006 at 12:17 AM | link to this | reply

Ah, that made me smile!  People have suggested that if I want to get another dog once I've healed from Montana's death, that maybe Charlie would be more apt to accept a puppy.  Maybe, but I wouldn't!!  You're a braver woman than I am.  

posted by Holy_Grail on January 28, 2006 at 4:48 PM | link to this | reply

Buy cheaper peanutbutter
Great way to give them medicine.

posted by majroj on January 27, 2006 at 11:48 AM | link to this | reply