Thursday, March 24, 2011

Hang In There


Rainy day activities.
Tibby's list
1- Play with your sister.
Catty's list
1- ignore strange creature, hope it will go away

2-Pull sister's tail for attention
2- Hold on!  Use teeth and claws!  Don't get pulled off the fuzzy island!

3- Smell something tasty.  What was I doing over here again?
3-Fall asleep and dream about revenge plot

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Spring Storm Part II - Evening Walk / I Get Wet

It continued to snow all day.  When we took our walk it was still windy and cold, but the sun was out.

"Enough wait, click, click.  Let's get this show on the road!"

Tibby strikes a pose.

"Is that a snow bunny I spy?"

"Is this my best side?  I can't decide."

"Where's the park?"

The geese multiplied!

Our park. 

Tibby checks out the path.

This is what happened when I went to rescue Tibby from the 'path'.
She started to break through the ice and got scared, so I rushed over to her.
'doh! I cracked the ice right away and fell in!
The water was deep.  It was over the tops of my boots.
I had a very squishy walk home.

"Wow you're really heavy."

I like Tibby's hair in the picture.

Heading home. 

The End.

Spring Storm Part I - Morning Walk

This morning we woke up to SNOW!
Lots of snow.

"How will we go on our walk?"

"Where is the driveway?"

Walking to our park.  Windy again.  Just like yesterday's post LOL!  Except Tibby is wearing her winter coat and not her raincoat.

Our park is flooded.  We had fun watching people who were late to work try to take this road as a short cut.  They would zoom past us and then slam on the breaks when they realized the road was flooded.

Geese in our park?!?
This is the place Tibby was sitting yesterday.  There is a walking path underneath all that water and snow.
Check back later for our evening walk adventure.   I end up very wet..........

Wordless Wednesday


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

In Like A Lion and Out Like A Lion


March isn't being very nice to us.  It snowed the first week of March and now we are in a Winter Storm Warning for more snow.  What happened to the lamb?!? 


Tibby and I went for a walk.  It was windy, cold and raining. 


See?  Windy.
Also, notice dirty feet.  Tibby was so interested in watching one of my neighbors take in her garbage can that she walked into a pot hole full of dirty water. 


Our park is flooded.

The water is very deep.  Yesterday it was starting to flood, when we walked through the park, and the water was about 3 feet deep on the right side of the path.  The left side is a runoff pond - it's about 8 feet deep or maybe deeper. 


The road to the park will be flooded soon.  It floods every spring and then after any hard rain during the summer.  Good thing: No cars on the road.  Bad thing: The park also floods, so we can't walk there either.

After our walk it was time to rinse Tibby off.  Tibby is getting very good about 'wait'.  I left her in the tub and went to find her towel.  She didn't move at all!

Even when Catty came to laugh at her (or offer her sympathy?).

Rainy Day

I'm sure I'll use that title 50 more times this Spring!  Today was garbage day.  Tibby does not like the garbage can.  It's big, brown and rolls around.  Last night, during our walk, the street was lined with garbage cans.  Tibby wasn't fazed at all!  She even stopped to pee next to one.  Yay!  I think, just like her puppyhood fear of man hole covers, she is growing out of her garbage can fear.
This morning it was raining.  When we went outside for our walk there was a crack of lightning and thunder right above us!  Tibby was startled, but I just acted like that was completely normal and continued walking along.  She rolled up her tail and trotted along beside me. 
Jessie, my childhood dog, was deathly afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks.  I wish they had invented thundershirts when she was alive.  When I brought Tibby home I didn't want her to be afraid of anything.  Of course, it would be nice if she would be cautious about some things like - strange men, cars, eating garbage!

Tennis Ball Training

Tibby has never loved tennis balls. They were one of the first toys I bought her, because my childhood dog, Jessie, always loved them and we had fun playing fetch together. However, Jessie was a senior rescue and she was never able to learn to fetch outside. I have been trying from day one with Tibby to do lots of fetching inside and outside. Of course, the weather hasn't cooperated. Remember winter? Maybe that's why Jessie never learned to fetch outside?
Anyway, up until the end of Jan. it didn't really matter if it was -30 or 75 degrees outside. Tibby didn't like tennis balls!! Ewwww they're fuzzy! Or maybe her mouth was too small? Well, now she likes them! Yay! I mean really how was she going to be a flyball dog if she couldn't fetch a tennis ball?!? Just kidding, the nearest flyball club/team is 3 hours away. Agility I will drive for. Flyball maybe not. I don't think Tibby could handle all the dogs running near her. But who knows? She surprises me all the time. Like now she loves tennis balls.






Video of Tibby 'fetching' tennis balls. Yeah we're working on that.....

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Spring? Where?

"Spring?  Where?  Over there?"

"Over here?"
"Nope.  Haven't seen it."

So Tibby has decided that she will not go potty in the backyard.  The melting snow is revealing various thing, scattered around the yard, that I forgot about.  It looks like a pottery serial killer decided to use my backyard as a burial site.  These half buried things scare Tibby.  Fine.  We are back to 4-6 walks a day (or more, it's nice outside!).  Great.  Except.......I have to wash Tibby's feet, legs and belly after EVERY single walk.  All the sand, salt and muck from 6 months of snow has melted into the road.  It is nasty.  Also, I am apparently the only person in the WHOLE city that picks up after my dog.  There are literally piles of dog poop all over the streets and sidewalks.  I should take pictures of it - you wouldn't believe it unless you saw it.  Some people must throw the poop from their yards into the street.  There is an excess of poop in front of certain houses.  I've lived in a few places.  This city has hardly any rules and rarely enforces any of them.  There aren't any poop laws - apparently!

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In other news.....anyone else love to pluck ear hair?  I finished plucking Tibby's ear hair a couple days ago.  I spread it over 2 days, so she wouldn't get sick of it.  She slept through it both times.  I had my headband flashlight thingy and my tweezers - looked like I was doing surgery on poor Tibby!  I just love to get way down in the ear, find a little wax/hair and yank it out.  One thing that no one mentioned when I was thinking about a Tibetan Terrier - they don't shed, so their ear hair keeps growing.......so you are going to have to pluck that out. 
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Tibby is so tired tonight.  We took 5 walks today and one was for almost 2 hours.  Yay Spring!

Rear End Awareness

New trick!  Rear end awareness while sleeping!


Tibby finally got a seat warmer.


Poor Catty.  She's always the butt of jokes.
Ok I'll stop!

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Funnier Than

Tibby with Bunny ears?
Bunnies with bunny ears!

Kiwi with ear enhancements.

"Now.  Broccoli.  Now."

Friday, March 18, 2011

New Carpet vs. Tibby

Tibby is potty trained.  Or was, until temptation came in by way of the new carpet.  Before the carpet was even installed - it was still partially rolled up - she had 'christened' it.  It happened while I was at work.  Really got to stop going to work and leaving other people around Tibby. 
Well, maybe that was just a fluke.  They weren't paying attention and she really needed to go.  Although I would like to mention that I told them to leave the baby gate up (again!). 
This morning I was playing with Tibby in the living room on the carpet.  She had gone outside to potty and when she came inside we started playing.  One second she was playing (with me!) and the next she squatted and tried to pee on the carpet!  I picked her up really fast and took her outside.  Unfortunately, she was successful (just a tiny bit).  So I spent the next 1/2 hour cleaning the carpet.  Before she peed she didn't sniff around or act like she needed to go. 
Well, this is not good.  Tibby has it out for the new carpet.  I want to have carpet, but I also want to have Tibby on the carpet.  What to do? 
Prepare yourself.
No one seems to talk about this,
But I can't be the first person to have done this.
Diapers.
Yes, diapers.
She only wears them when we are going to be in the living room on the carpet.  Otherwise she runs around 'naked'.  So far she hasn't had an accident with or without the diapers.  She asks to go outside just like she normally does.
  I'm going to be brave and admit it - I LOVE these diapers!
Why didn't I think of this a long time ago?  Now when we go to visit friends and family I can relax.  I don't have to watch her like a hawk and ignore everyone, because I'm terrified she will accidentally pee on their carpet. 
I don't know why carpeting is so attractive to her, but hopefully she will realize that she can't pee on carpeting, just like she can't pee on tile and hardwood. 
Does Tibby like the diapers?  Well, she doesn't seem to know that they are there.  She jumps, runs, shakes, rolls and tears around like she normally does.  Proof?  See the video below.
Tibby is wearing modified Luvs diapers.  I couldn't find anywhere in town that sold actual dog diapers.

New Living Room and Grooming

Tibby graciously agreed to pose in the new living room after she got back from the groomer.
I love this couch, because it is not white!, like the old one.

Tibby thinks everything is her toy.  Even paint brushes. 
I had a family member at my house painting one day when I was at work.
I warned them to keep the baby gate up, but they felt sorry for Tibby and let her into the room.
Two seconds later Tibby had silently stolen their paint brush and tipped over a tray of paint.

 
They didn't even know the paint brush was gone until they went to use it.
She is super stealthy.
They found her on her dog bed in the dining room - COVERED in paint.  The bed was also full of paint. 
She was merrily chewing on the handle and painting herself up one side and down the other.
 Thank goodness the color matched her fur.
And that she has a short hair cut.  Even after a scrub and a bath there were still bits of paint. 
I forgot to tell Tibby's groomer about the paint when I dropped her off.
Wonder what she thought about it?

"Yum!  Tastes painty."

And also the new chair.
The room matches Tibby.
Or Tibby matches the room!