We've had a lot going on lately and we haven't had as much time to get online and keep up with our posts; this is one of our favorites from long ago you may have missed:
Miss M. just loves sleeping with pillows. And despite all the different pillows and beds we buy her, they just aren't good enough. Being a bully, she is always trying to get more. And this more includes something off limits: the sofa.
Since we lived
in our old place, Miss M. always wanted to sleep on the sofa. She would never do it while I was home, but when I was gone she would sneak onto the sofa, and somehow make it back to her bed by the time I was actually in the door. The following is a reenactment of what I think happened.
She would sleep on the couch, but always with one eye open in case I came home:
She would hear my footsteps on the stairs:
Decide on her "usual plan":
Gracefully leap of the couch like a gazelle:
And pretend she had been sleeping in her bed the whole time:
She did leave behind telltale brindle hair, paw indentations, and mussed pillows, so I always knew she was on the couch.
Much like the roadrunner and coyote, I went to great lengths to try tricking her. I left a blanket on the sofa and slept underneath planning to jump up and scare her. She never came. I later found out while I spent the night on the sofa trying to trick her, Miss M. was cozily sleeping in my bed.
Since we've lived here Miss M. has been abiding by the rules...until recently. Miss M. is always in our room in the morning when we wake up, but we started finding the telltale brindle hair on the sofa. Somehow she was sneaking away in the middle of the night, sleeping on the couch, and returning before we woke up.
She likes using the sofa pillows as head pillows, so we even made
a special trip to Ikea to get her some pillows. That worked for awhile, but within weeks the brindle hair was back on the sofa.
I read somewhere that if you want to keep cats off your sofa, you could put pieces of tin foil on the cushions. We decided to try it for Miss M. The first night we had the tin foil, I actually heard her leaving the room, her nails slowly clicking down the hall, then silence. A couple of minutes later I heard her clipping back to our bedroom; she had been foiled.
The foil has been working for the last several weeks, but you never know what Miss M. is going to do next. She might just learn to use her
claw for a hook and move the foil herself
Some dogs don't listen enough. But, with Miss M., she listens too much. She seems to have an over-attention problem.
I initially thought it was charming. She literally caught my eye at the adoption event and I thought I had found the perfect dog for me. Little did I realize, I couldn't relax in my own home anymore. There was always someone watching and listening.
She even does this to other people when we go for walks. In our old neighborhood, people found her quite menacing. They would cross the street because they thought she wanted to eat them.
On the other hand, it is this over-attention that has made her so trainable. I wouldn't say she's especially smart, but because she pays such close attention she has actually learned human language. She knows the difference between "go to daycare" (running and jumping around) and "go take a bath" (backing up and leaving the room). She knows certain friends names, and responds to an array of commands. So even though she looks like a cartoon, she keeps the scary people on the streets away from us, and can keep us entertained as a circus dog
Within the first three blocks of our walk, we ran into P walking 
When Wilma was in the pack, she seemed to have calmed Mr. B down, and now that she is in a foster to adopt home, Mr. B's neuroticism is back in full force. We were walking nicely until Mr. B spotted a cat about a 1/4 mile away.
The cat slinked into one of the yards, so Mr. B had to thoroughly check every yard for the cat.
When we got to the end of the block, Mr. B just stood and stared down the block, hoping to catch a glimpse of the cat.
Luckily a lady walked by with a bag of carryout that distracted Mr. B enough to make him forget about the cat.
Then he saw a rat run along the curb and now he was on a new search.
He had to walk along the gutter and check under every car.
Luckily, we came across this squished pigeon on the street that was quite interesting to Mr. B,
and was also of interest to Ms. M.
Though A's family was in town past weekend we found some time to take the pooches on a long walk and Mr. B got to use his camera.
We even found time to visit the 
We were able to find pockets of open space to rest, such as this one in front of a dog store booth.
Poor Mr. B, some parts were so crowded that all he saw were feet and legs.
He did find enough open space to see booths with enticing food
and people sitting at eye level with food and drinks within reach.
Sadly, on the way home we found this random sign posted on a lamp post selling puppies.
In the past two weeks, we have had the pleasure to wake up several times to vomit and diarrhea. The latest incident happened two nights ago with the sound of Mr. B dry heaving and eventually vomiting right by our bed. Then the next morning we find a nice pile of diarrhea on the runner of our front door. A few days earlier, Ms. M had explosive diarrhea, but luckily they
Even Wilma was sick for a day with diarrhea and vomiting and unlucky for us, hers all occurred in the house.
We first thought that there was something aerosol or in their water that was making them sick, but through some deductive reasoning we narrowed it down to the treats in their Kongs. Even though our dogs were strays at one point, they have really sensitive stomachs. We wonder what they ate on the streets with their delicate digestive system. Anyway, our cure for their upset stomachs has been to give them Tylan powder with peanut butter. Recently we gave the pooches tripe as recommended by a dog store owner, which seemed to soothe their stomach a bit. In the past, our vet has recommended the rice porridge with boiled chicken, but Mr. B is such a picky eater that he will spend the whole time pushing the rice around to only eat the shredded chicken.
We were wondering what methods you recommend to treat an upset stomach.
