Showing posts with label Housepet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Housepet. Show all posts

Friday, February 25, 2011

Bitter Yuck Spray... A Review

Our Dog, Makai, has developed a new behavior, two years into his life.  He has started dumping over trashcans while we're gone.  Now, in the past, whenever we've discussed the beast on the blog, many very well-informed and well-meaning readers pop into the comments to let us know what we're doing wrong.  Before we get into that, let me outline a few things I've learned:

1.  The Beast is not hungry.  More typically than  not, he tips over trashcans which do not contain, nor ever have contained anything edible, smelly,  exciting to the olfactorys, etc.  More often than not, he likes to flip the shredded paper can, which as you can imagine, is the MOST difficult one to clean up.

2.  The Beast is not lonely.  Or I should say, if this dog is experiencing any of the psychologically speculative conditions such as separation anxiety, he has to suck it up, hard.  He gets a one hour romp in the woods every morning with other people and dogs.  He gets a mid-day dog walk.  He gets a post-work hour long walk through the neighborhood.  Multiple trips to the dog park.  All sortsa play time of wrestling, hide and seek, chase around the house with my wife and I.  I think we'd spend less time on a human toddler.

3.  In conclusion, the Beast, while we love him dearly, is evidence of original sin, total depravity, and the fallen nature of our world.  I'm much more comfortable applying theological concepts to our dog than psychological ones.

Here he is, looking shifty:


 In the past we've used Grannick's Bitter Apple, but either the stuff goes bad or it wasn't strong enough to stop the Beast from his Machivellian schemes. So, in order to try and curb this behavior, my wife bought a bottle of Bitter Yuck No Chew Spray to put on all our trashcans. 


First, can we discuss the marketing/branding of this product?  Attention Pet Care industry... just because I own a dog does not mean that I am a 8 year old.  He did not "make a stinky", he is not "a naughty puppy", and when we want him to stop chewing on something, we're not going to chide him with "bitter yucky grossy blech."  I'm an human adult, please treat me as such.

Now, my wife put this on all the trashcans in our house and it has definitely helped.  We've seen a decline in the trash dumping behavior.  To be fair, we also keep him in one room of the house most of the times we're gone since he started this rebellion.  So that is probably a big part of it too.  But my wife and I are convinced it does help.

For this reason, my wife continues to spray the kitchen trashcan with Bitter Yucky Grossy Blech.  Last night, whilst cleaning the kitchen, I threw away some fried rice and then when all of it hadn't come out of the pan completely, I scooped up the remainder with my hand and shoved it in my mouth.  I can attest fully that Bitter Yucky Grossy Blech, is in fact BAD.  I couldn't get the nastiness out of mouth for some time despite rinsing with water, milk, vodka, and all manner of other things.

Now, I'm sure this brought you a chuckle, as the dog-owner got his comeuppance during this episode.  Yes, that would be funny enough, if this was the first time this has happened.  But no, this is probably episode 6 or 7 this week.   E.g... me making a cocktail, having a sip, and proclaiming to Rachael, "Something's wrong with our Dishwasher, these glasses have a Bitter Yucky Grossy Blech taste to them!"    or me making a salad, "Love, I can't believe how fast these cherry tomatoes went bad, they have a Bitter Yucky Grossy Blech flavor!"

Last night, I finally put two and two together and said, "UGH, this stupid Bitter Yucky Grossy Blech!  It never goes away!  It keeps getting in my mouth."

My wife, like the personification of wisdom calling in the streets to the wayward fool, chuckled.  "Perhaps, this would be a good reminder for you not to touch the trashcan and then immediately put something in your mouth without washing your hands.  I keep spraying the  trashcan, which is why the stuff doesn't go away.  I wouldn't expect Makai to necessarily make the association between the trashcan and the nasty taste right away but supposedly you have more cognitive reasoning skills than he.  Bitter Yuck... works for dogs and husbands."

THAT should be the company's new branding campaign.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Sit. Good chromosomes.


I took Makai over to my sister's house on Thursday. My niece Blair just had half of her teeth pulled out so it was a good opportunity to cheer her up. Not sure how much that happened due to the fact that I was chasing the puppy around the house most of the afternoon to keep him from peeing on anything. Hopefully she at least enjoyed watching that.

But putting him together with Petey, their full bred poodle was just hilarious. Petey's in his teens but Makai brought the puppy out in him. And the fact that they look that much alike (Makai is on the left) is just weird.

They even sit the same exact way.

Of course as I get older, I find myself arranging my body in the same weird contortions that I always thought looked so uncomfortable on my dad. So I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Genetics are strong.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Justify this Purchase

Awesome. On Saturday, for my birthday, Rach and I are going to check out a few Archtiectural Salvage places I've been meaning to get to: Re-Store, Provenance, and Architectural Antiques.

I don't know what we'd do with it, or where we'd put it, or how much it costs, or where we'd get the money, but I want this:






Maybe we could use it as a new kennel for Makai when he outgrows his current crate? Or it could be my new office? Or we could figure out how to retrofit it with a showerhead and put it in the basement bathroom? Coat Rack? Turn it on its side and use it as a weird coffin-like crib for some hypothetical future child?

C'mon, help me justify this purchase!!!

Monday, September 29, 2008

Makai Glamour Shots

For those of you interested in what he looks like now...

Makai Dry:

Makai Wet:
Our dog may have a lazy eye... I can't tell. Your thoughts?

Friday, September 26, 2008

A Panglossian* View for a Crepuscular Makai

Crepuscular.

Its the word that's getting me through this day.

After getting up three times last night to take Makai out for a bathroom break in the drizzling rain, I'm a wee bit tired. It doesn't help that when I was in bed I couldn't sleep because I was worried that we weren't going to be able to care for him well enough. (I'm anxiety prone.) So I got about 3 hours of sleep last night I think. Thank goodness he's just a puppy and not a child or I'd never be able to relax.
Not a picture of me, but how I feel.

Anyways, crepuscular refers to animals that are active during daybreak and twilight hours, in this case, dogs. We'll get him there, I hope...

Highlights of the first night:

1. We almost renamed him at the last minute from "Makai" to "Crackleberry" after passing a barn with that title on Route 30 on our way to get him. Do you think we made the right choice after all?

2. Makai puked a softball sized ball of kibble into my hand on the way home. He's twice as big as when we saw him last, but still, who knew his stomach was that big?

3. He liked his crate but we couldn't fit it through the door into our room the first night, so we'll have to get him a smaller one that's more mobile tonight. Or take our door off the hinges.

4. He's already learning his commands, including "Do Your Business". Although I'd like to find something a little more unique to use for that situation, like "Squeeze It Out" or "Craptastic".

5. So far the best book I've seen for this process is "Before and After Getting Your Puppy" by Dr. Ian Dunbar. We'll let you know whether its the gospel of puppydom or apocryphal after a few days...
*Panglossian means hopeful in the face of hard times or adversity.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

One more day...

Also, in other exciting news, our puppy arrives tomorrow...
Here's what he looks like in case you forgot. And we'll let you know which of the two names we're going with as soon as we get him.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Failed Attempts No More

Exciting news!

1. Congrats T/C... After one failed attempt, Tim and Carolyn got a dog from the same litter!

(Although to clarify, they failed once to get a dog. Not failed once to get a dog from the same litter. That'd be a funny story though, if they accidentally picked out a dog from a litter and thought they were getting a Poobrador but ended up with a Chiuamaraner* .


2. Congrats A/K... After two failed attempts, Andy and Kim finally settled on their house!

(Although to clarify, that means they purchased one house, not failed to decide which one to buy. That wouldn't be as exciting and would actually be rather common. Its difficult to pick between house styles, especially on North 29th.)


3. Congrats D/and kind of R... After three failed attempts, I successfully determined a way to wear my dress socks pulled up with sneakers and shorts and a button down gay-cowboy-looking-shirt** that Rach picked out for me and in all honesty I kind of like.

(To clarify, three failed attempts to find a way in which it was cool. I tried left up, right down... right up, left down... and both halfway, and finally settled on both up. If I had failed thricely to pull my dress socks up, that would be embarrassing. Instead, I look awesome and my wife is very proud and will probably want to jump me right after I get off the blog.)


*That'd be a chiuaua and weimaraner mix.

**Someday I'll post a pic and you can decide if its a gay-cowboy-looking-shirt, a gay-looking-cowboy-shirt, a cowboy-shirt, or possibly just a gay-shirt. Either way, I'm fabulous... er... awesome. Damn shirt.

Updates and Ice Cream Sodas

Buckle up...

We've narrowed our dog names down to two, neither of which are on the poll above, but we're not going to reveal the pick until a few days before the puppy is brought home so that the vetting process (get it? vetting?) can be complete and we don't accidentally pick a name that means "I hate people with special needs" in Swahili or something which would be highly unfortunate because we've spent a lot of time debating various names with family and friends which of course has lead to many a discussion of children's names which we're simultaneously not ready for and also have picked out much to the chagrin of people who kept trying to recommend names for our dog that we've already pre-reserved for our hypothetically dreaded children (and please don't get all huffy, a lot of married people fear children because kids are like a nylon leash which yes, comes in a multitude of exciting primary colors, but ultimately restricts your movement) WHICH brings us back to dogs and the naming conversation which reminds me that whenever we talked about a dog name starting with "J", I of course had to nix it because of my speech impediment which would invariably bring about my sister's response of "I wanted to name a daughter Hannah, but then I married a guy from Rochester, who pronounces it "Heeanah" so that was out the window and we named our daughter Blair" which frankly I thought was kind of awkward given that Blair was sitting right there and is certainly going to have an identity complex now, but as a result, I'm definitely imagining it'd be a good weekend to be a fly on the wall at their house because Hurricane "Heeana" is currently bearing down on the east coast, which if we weren't going away tonight and going to an awesome Ben Folds with Full Orchestra concert tomorrow (make sure to listen to the Hiroshima clip, you'll be singing "OH-OH-OH-OHHHH" for the rest of your life), would mean that we would sit around watching our last disc of Scrubs Season 3 and doing Dr. Cox impersonations (which is what this rambling run-on post is supposed to sound like, or at least should sound like in your head there, Katrina (see what I did there? since Cox calls JD by girls' names) while drinking Old-Fashioned Ice Cream Sodas, which surprisingly few people know about, but trust me, they're awesome.

Ma Barker's Ice Cream Sodas:

BIG glass
3 Tbs. Choc. Syrup
3 Tbs. 1/2 and 1/2
Vanilla Ice Cream
Seltzer Water

In the bottom of your BIG glass, mix together chocolate syrup, 1/2 and 1/2, and a splash of seltzer water, making sure to get all those chocolatey bits off the bottom. Add several scoops of ice cream until you're just 1/2" inch below the top of the glass. Fill with Seltzer water, giver her a good stir, top off with a hair more seltzer and maybe a drizzle of chocolate syrup on top.

Enjoy.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

House Training

If we can get T & C to get a poobrador from the same litter, house training would be so much easier on us 4 collective working professionals.

Our only hope at this point is to peer pressure them into it...

All in favor, say so in the comments.

Anxiety Questions Sets 1 & 2

Current Mood: Panicky Anxiety

Anxiety Question Set 1: Can we handle this puppy thing? How are we going to add him to our lives with work, church, neighbors, friends, and family? ACK! Is the entire Amish community conspiring to sell us a puppy mill puppy? Did they import the puppies from some undisclosed location and set up the entire scene to LOOK like the puppies were well raised? Are the mother and father actually wombats who've been genetically altered to LOOK like good dogs? Is the paperwork forged? When you crate your dog are you mentally scarring him for life? Are we buying the right chew toy size? What will we name him? Will the other dogs make fun of him behind his back? What if he has some rare genetic disease that makes him crave the taste of human flesh?

Anxiety Question Set 2: Are we overthinking this? It is just a dog, for crying out loud, right? Lots of people get dogs all the time and world hasn't imploded yet, right? Shouldn't we be more concerned with the exfoliants in toiletry products being indestructible polymers that end up in the ocean consumed by filter feeders like jellyfish, shellfish, and krill and eventually end up via the foodchain, undigested in our lower intestine? Even though Scout was a midget, Covey is dumber than rocks, Roman is a lardball, Moses is a cyborg, Russell was probably abused by previous owners, Petey ended up being a mexican hairless poodle, and Susie and Sarah** bayed at the moon every night till 2 in the morning, we all loved and enjoyed those dogs anyways, right?

At least I'm still sane* enough to divide our anxiety into two rational categories.

*And good gosh, don't respond to this post with either puppy buying advice or psycho-analysis unless you know us well enough to know how neurotic we are.

**Susie and Sarah the beagles, not my cousins they were named after.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Poobrador

Well, we reserved our pup last night... I won't go into all the details, but for everyone who is very concerned about puppy mills and buying a good dog, rest assured we're doing our homework and checking everything we can.

In the end, three facts remain:
1. Rach and I are WAY overthinkers anyways, so we're not likely to skimp on the details.
2. There's no way to foresee everything that could ever go wrong in your life so at some point you just have to relax.
3. We will love this guy, but he's also just a dog, not our human child. And I don't plan on rejecting a human child who has hip dysplasia so we might as well prepare ourselves for whatever may come.

Anyways, here's some pics for you visual folk who aren't swayed by pedigree certificates, F1B stats, and wordy descriptions of healthy looking nether-regions.






No name yet, but I'm trying to convince Rach to go for something nautical sounding since poodles and labs are both water dogs... here's a list from wikipedia, feel free to leave suggestions from there or elsewhere.

And I'm thinking we're going to start teaching him sign language after reading The Story of Edgar Sawtelle. (GREAT BOOK! Especially if you liked Hamlet and Owen Meany.) I can just see him sitting on Peddler's Knob (Lake George) or Pumpkin Knob (Peaks) where I'll signal "Duck" to him from across the channel and just like that we've got a tasty canard dinner.

Sweet.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Perhaps a Puppy?

We may have found a puppy today.

I just talked to Eli, who totally sounds like an old farmer dude in Gap, PA and he has a litter of labradoodles. Old Farmer dudes are the best.

It seems like it fits all our general dog buying requirements:

He's selling them cheaply (compared to standard labradoodle prices).

He's a farmer dude who breeds for fun, not for profit.


They're second generation hybrids, so there's a good chance of good breeding characteristics.


Now, of course, the labradoodle was not on our list of approved contenders in the Canine Primary, but the no allergy thing is really great and so many people recommended poodles to us that we feel comfortable with this call. And I raised Labs growing up, so while I'm aware that they're dumb as a bag of hammers, I also know that they're extremely personable and hopefully the poodle will offset any intense studpidity.

And if we're at all lucky, we'll get a beast that looks like this:And maybe not one that looks like a Minion of Satan:
But who knows... after hearing about a recent break-in in our neighborhood (Our condolences, T&C), maybe having a Minion of Satan hangin out in your living room would be a good thing. In fact, maybe we'll just name it "Minion" and see what happens.

Monday, February 18, 2008

The Canine Primary

We're at a crucial juncture in our society. The decision we make in the coming months could well affect future generations in ways we can't even begin to comprehend. This is probably a momentous turning point in one of the most important issues that America faces today...

How to get a dog that is:
Thoroughly Manly;
Emotionally Self-sufficient;
Low Maintenance;
Spatially Manageable;
and Potentially Namable

We've been debating our options for some time. We open the floor to commentary.

A few things to know as you contemplate the options and possibly suggest others:
1. We both have full time jobs.
2. Our yard is small.
3. I grew up breeding dogs and am highly suspicious of newer hybrid "breeds".
3. Long Hair isn't an option.
4. People who like toy dogs deserve a nail in the eye.


The Contenders:
Rated on scales of 1 to 5, 1 being low, 5 being high.

Bull Mastiff:
Manliness Quotient: 4
Emotional Neediness: 4 (Needs people and is WAY overprotective.)
Energy Output: 2
Spatial Compatibility: 4
Namability: 2. (No thoroughly defining characteristics which jump out to suggest a name. A good candidate for the name we had already agreed upon, "Raold Dog".)

Great Dane:
Manliness Quotient: 5
Emotional Neediness: 3 (Needs people but not overprotective)
Energy Output: 1
Spatial Compatibility: 4 (Only slightly problematic. Even though he doesn't need to run, where do we keep him?)
Namability: 5 (You can either go the realistic route, with "Thor" or "Gibraltar" or "Zion", or you could be tounge in cheek and name it "Precious" or "Petite" or "Nancy".)

Puggle:
Manliness Quotient: 0 (The only way this dog is allowed on here is cause of the beagle half.)
Emotional Neediness: 2 (Although hard to tell with a hybrid.)
Energy Output: 4 (But can be expended mostly indoors.)
Spatial Compatibility: 5
Namability: 5 (If we went with something like this, I could only tolerate naming it "Thor" or "Gibraltar" or "Zion". But we'd also never refer to it as a puggle. I'm leaning toward renaming the breed as a Chinese Hunting Hound.)


Rhodesion Ridgeback:
Manliness Quotient: 4
Emotional Neediness: 3
Energy Output: 5
Spatial Compatibility: 3
Namability: 2. (No thoroughly defining characteristics which jump out to suggest a name. Again, perhaps, "Raold Dog".)

Really not a good fit for us, but I included her cause Rach fell in love with the dog while watching Jane Austen Bookclub.

Boxer:
Manliness Quotient: 4
Emotional Neediness: 3
Energy Output: 5 (Really the only drawback to this dog.)
Spatial Compatibility: 5
Namability: 5 (Sky's the limit. Maybe "Brewster"? Or "Owen Meany"?)

This has been our longstanding fave since our days down in Grad Hospital. We could never remember our next door neighbors' names but their dog "Madison" was AWESOME. We pretty much looked forward to coming home every summer day and seeing her peer out the the screen door at us as we went inside.


Basenji
Manliness Quotient: 3
Emotional Neediness: 3
Energy Output: 5 (But mostly expendable indoors.)
Spatial Compatibility: 5 (In addition to the size being a plus, apparantly they don't bark. They ululate or yodel... Interesting. They also clean themselves like a cat.)
Namability: 5 (With a dog that weird, there are a lot of options. Like naming him "Umlaut" or "Quinine" or "Ululate" or "Zanzibar" or "Ebola".)

Please give us your opinion, keeping in mind that in reality, we can really only afford to go to the SPCA and pick up whatever adorable dog they have for us that week...