What’s a dog to do all day?

August 31, 2010

Occasionally I work at home if I need to be around for some purpose, today it was the Heating & AC Service. So, I got to observe Georgia’s day around the house and I’d certainly enjoy this dogs life.

She’s looking for attention, but as I settle in at my computer, she takes a walk around the house. She’ll lie on the bed for a while and take a little nap. Then she’ll lay down in front of the living room window and watch the wildlife for a while. Then she’ll go down to the basement and outside to check out her territory, maybe do a little business. She might bark at the squirrels for a bit. Then she’ll come back inside and start all over. Every time she passes by me, she’ll give me a little noser, just to make sure I’m actually really there. If I get up for any reason, she comes running to see what I’m doing and if it’s something she can be involved in, like lunch or a snack or helping the service guy do his job.

So, a dogs life involves a lot of relaxing. At least with me around, she didn’t attempt to break into the refrigerator today. As dinner time approaches she becomes much more active, running from the front to the back of the house because the neighborhood wakes up as people come home and take their dogs out. In fact, she’s telling me right now to get off that damn computer and take her for a walk. Good idea!

Observing the wildlife from the living room window


Dog breaks into refrigerator, steals chicken

August 21, 2010

Sounds kind of like an Onion headline, yet it’s true and actually happened.

I’ve taken steps to safeguard my edibles from Georgia, but things don’t last forever and cheap things don’t last at all. The latch on the refrigerator was coming unstuck, probably due to visitors to my house not knowing it was there and attempting to open the fridge without releasing the latch. But it hadn’t fallen off in a while so I didn’t even think about it, assuming I was safe or rather my food was safe.

I went grocery shopping in the middle of the week, which I usually never do and since I’ve been working so much wanted to get some quick food that I could make last. Enter, Wegmans Rotisserie Chicken, an economical pre-cooked food that would last quite a number of meals. I had one leg for dinner and thoroughly enjoyed it, plus the protein was good for me as I’d been skipping too many meals.

chicken

Knowing Georgia, I put the garbage in the garage before I left for work, the chicken bone smell would have made her very determined to break through the plastic toddler lock on the kitchen cabinet where I usually keep my garbage. I merrily went off to work. 9 hours later, I come home to a wide open refrigerator, with a broken latch and no chicken. Usually, when she gets in the fridge, she likes to eat the cheese or butter, but this time she must have been too full from the chicken to eat anything else. However, who knows how long my fridge had been open, could have been 8-9 hours if she started her break-in right after I left for work. So, that middle of the week shopping trip did not really do me any good, because I just lost about 1/2 of it, in perishables.

Licked clean

Now I have a dog with a stomach full of almost a whole chicken, bones and all. Luckily, she didn’t appear to be suffering. I was slightly freaked, but she seems to have a cast iron stomach. A co-worker had a friend whose dog was in the exact situation and he was told by a Vet Tech to feed the dog white bread and pumpkin puree. I did have some white bread and also made some white rice. Instead of stopping food I kept feeding her normally. I added in the bread and rice to make sure her system kept moving. The first night I wasn’t sure what would happen, she was very restless and kept pacing and when I heard gurgling, I knew something intestinal might happen,  so I took her out a couple of times, thank goodness. It was about 4 meals before things started flowing normally again.

She’s fine and had a very nice treat. It didn’t faze her at all as the very next night she stole the dish that had roasted potatoes in it. I’m going to try to superglue the latch and really get going on researching kitchen remodeling, so that I can replace the fridge, maybe something not so easy for paws or nose to break into.

Georgia racked up at least 3 points on her score.


What’s the score?

May 11, 2010

I’ve added a widget with a number in it to the blog page. What’s this number for? This is the number of times Georgia has done something that she really shouldn’t that I could’ve stopped but didn’t because I forgot to lock up the refrigerator or the garbage cabinet. [awesome runon sentence]  I’ve written about this before in the Operator Error post. Here’s a bit of nostalgia and I think Oscar and Georgia would get along really well.


Operator Error

January 20, 2010

There’s been a theme running through Georgia’s antics lately. She’s getting inGarbage strewn aboutto things! I need to channel the Dog Whisperer and take back my house! Last week, the day before trash day, I forgot to close the cabinet lock on the trash cabinet. Why couldn’t I have forgotten on the day after trash day? When I’m not there, although, even when I am, she makes the circuit of all the doors, cabinets and refrigerators that she likes to get into and tries to open them. Things are usually safe unless I forget to make sure that it’s closed. Ack! Which is what happened. There was nothing in the trash last week that made her sick, thankfully. In fact, aside from a few eggshells and carrot peels, I don’t think she was really satisfied.

I have now bookmarked Cesar.


Who’s stealing those socks?

January 8, 2010

I’ve been trying to do my part in being green. And so, when I wear my heavy warm socks to walk Georgia in the morning for about 30 minutes, I don’t wash them right away, I try to get a couple of mornings out of them. So, for the last week, I’ve been putting them on the towel rack in the bathroom. Well, when I come home, there’s always one missing, sometimes it’s in the living room and sometimes it’s in the bedroom. Perhaps this is another peril of boredom.


The perils of boredom

January 6, 2010

After almost 2 weeks of near constant company and attention over the holidays, Georgia had to A Loaf of Breadspend the day by herself when I went back to work. She must have gotten bored because I come home to find a loaf of bread on the floor. Now where did this loaf of bread come from? I thought it was set far back on the counter, in the corner, behind the coffee pot. That coffee pot was no deterrent, she knocked it over so that the dregs spilled all over the counter and under the microwave. And she got the bread, but she didn’t break the bag and eat any. I guess it was just something to do. At least I have a clean counter under the microwave. Opportunities like that don’t come along every day.


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