Jake's Got a Baby Tazzy!
My parents brought over a box of stuff the other night: tupperware, mugs and a few stuffed toys. The toys were in good condition though my mom said they'd probably need a wash. Someone got to playing with one of them and later on in the evening I picked it up off the floor and threw it into the toybox. It was a Disney Tazmanian Devil and since the toybox was pretty full, he didn't quite fit as his arm stuck out.
Later on that night Scott's showing me something on the computer and I'm sitting on the toybox using it as a makeshift chair. Jake our dog starts coming over stands there whining and crying. They'd already been outside recently, had a bowl full of food and fresh water so I knew it was none of those reasons. But the whining and crying and the prancing up and down with the occasional bark continued everytime I looked at him. It's what he usually does when he wants something, there's no way on earth you could EVER forget to feed these dogs because they'll let you know. Usually I'll ask him "Do you want (insert food, water, treat, outside)?" and he'll remain quiet until you reach the word that he wants, then he jumps up and barks as if to say "That's the one!"
Well I stand up and he reaches over and pulls at the arm of the Tazmanian devil. I lift the lid and he takes it and runs off into the next room happier than I'd ever seen him before where he proceeded to throw it around and bite down on it. He played with it for pretty much the rest of the night. It's now his Baby Tazzy and he goes looking for it if you ask him where Baby Tazzy is :D
It's funny how much he wanted it because we've never let them have many stuffed animal toys and he never bothers with the kids toys which are ALWAYS scattered all over the floor. We adopted Jake from the OSPCA in the spring of 1999 and he came with a little yellow duck, which he carried everywhere at first, until one day he ripped it's head off :)). After that every other stuffed toy met the same fate within minutes/hours. Last year I saw this duck at Walmart one day, you squeezed it and it actually quacked and couldn't resist buying it for him. He was all for it until he bit down onto it and it Quacked at him. He dropped it like a hot potato and wouldn't touch it at all after that. It then became a kid toy. Turns out this Tazmanian devil was my parent's dog toy, so he must of smelled her scent on it. But the amazing thing is, couple days later, Baby Tazzy is still alive! He's missing part of a tooth, but still has all limbs along with his head so that's a good thing!
And he really is a big baby/scaredy cat. Hates getting his nails clipped, hates getting a bath. I have to push and shove him up the stairs then push and shove and shove some more to get him into the bathtub to give him a bath.
And in other news, I've been spoilt by this ridiculously mild weather we've been having lately until this week. Now I feel like I need to curl up into a cave and hiberate for the rest of the winter. Okay, a cave may be a bit too cold too, I'll just curl up into my bed, turn the electric blanket on for the rest of the winter and hibernate there. You can come find me in the spring. I truly truly hate the cold. If it has to be cold it might as well snow, which it hasn't even been doing that. Hopefully a nice big blizzard is headed our way sometime this winter, that would make me happy :D
Later on that night Scott's showing me something on the computer and I'm sitting on the toybox using it as a makeshift chair. Jake our dog starts coming over stands there whining and crying. They'd already been outside recently, had a bowl full of food and fresh water so I knew it was none of those reasons. But the whining and crying and the prancing up and down with the occasional bark continued everytime I looked at him. It's what he usually does when he wants something, there's no way on earth you could EVER forget to feed these dogs because they'll let you know. Usually I'll ask him "Do you want (insert food, water, treat, outside)?" and he'll remain quiet until you reach the word that he wants, then he jumps up and barks as if to say "That's the one!"
Well I stand up and he reaches over and pulls at the arm of the Tazmanian devil. I lift the lid and he takes it and runs off into the next room happier than I'd ever seen him before where he proceeded to throw it around and bite down on it. He played with it for pretty much the rest of the night. It's now his Baby Tazzy and he goes looking for it if you ask him where Baby Tazzy is :D
It's funny how much he wanted it because we've never let them have many stuffed animal toys and he never bothers with the kids toys which are ALWAYS scattered all over the floor. We adopted Jake from the OSPCA in the spring of 1999 and he came with a little yellow duck, which he carried everywhere at first, until one day he ripped it's head off :)). After that every other stuffed toy met the same fate within minutes/hours. Last year I saw this duck at Walmart one day, you squeezed it and it actually quacked and couldn't resist buying it for him. He was all for it until he bit down onto it and it Quacked at him. He dropped it like a hot potato and wouldn't touch it at all after that. It then became a kid toy. Turns out this Tazmanian devil was my parent's dog toy, so he must of smelled her scent on it. But the amazing thing is, couple days later, Baby Tazzy is still alive! He's missing part of a tooth, but still has all limbs along with his head so that's a good thing!
And he really is a big baby/scaredy cat. Hates getting his nails clipped, hates getting a bath. I have to push and shove him up the stairs then push and shove and shove some more to get him into the bathtub to give him a bath.
And in other news, I've been spoilt by this ridiculously mild weather we've been having lately until this week. Now I feel like I need to curl up into a cave and hiberate for the rest of the winter. Okay, a cave may be a bit too cold too, I'll just curl up into my bed, turn the electric blanket on for the rest of the winter and hibernate there. You can come find me in the spring. I truly truly hate the cold. If it has to be cold it might as well snow, which it hasn't even been doing that. Hopefully a nice big blizzard is headed our way sometime this winter, that would make me happy :D