my puppy is spoiled!
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I was looking at the Miles Kimball catalogue - primarily to make fun of it - but I'm sort of entranced by their organizational supplies. "slack rack" indeed. need a light for your sock drawer? a "soap saver" dispenser? lots of scary stuff to be found there. We used to get their paper catalogue in the late 80s; it had weird rhymes or something like that in it... do you remember it? a very particular style of kitsch.
So last night we took Arwen Isobel to Petsmart. We went to the knitting store first - way across town. She was actually invited into the shop by the owner, who thought she was adorable. Arwen had to be carried around by my mom because when we set her on the floor she just started trying to hide behind things. She's so scared during car rides, even when I hold her on my lap and make sure she feels secure.
Then it was Petsmart. I went in alone with her, looking for a soft-sided carrier, and the first thing she did when I set her down on the floor in the aisle was to pee. OK... so I walked her over to the end of the aisle where they had a cleanup supply station and... she peed there too. Took the supplies back to the first puddle, where she peed again. Oh, poor Arwen Isobel! She was pretty scared. I was cleaning up when my mom appeared. I gave her puppy custody and finished the cleanup job. When I was finished, Arwen was standing on a shelf trying to hide behind the carriers that were stored on it. =/
So my mother bought this carrier that is like a baby sling carrier - sort of like a backpack, only you wear it on the front of your chest. The puppy version has a pullcord top, so you can put the dog in it so only their head sticks out, and there is also a little strap with a buckle for their collar. Arwen was a lot happier in it and managed the rest of her visit to the store without freaking out.
She has this fleece lamb that squeaks and that we have named "Fluffy". We bought 2 more "Fluffy"s so that she won't run out... the other two will be stored. We don't call it a lamb in case we get her involved in herding trials or something like that - we don't want her to chew on the real lambs. So now - she has a flock of "Fluffy"s! She has a Kong that is too big, so we bought her the smallest one, which will be a better size for her. Grooming spray (wild cherry!), styptic pads, a training clicker (which totally gets her attention!). More toys - a chewy bone that is attached to a collar, since she always tries to chew on her chain collar anyway. Padded rings that she can tug on. Nylabones for chewing. Blah blah blah. Spoiled rotten. (This is actually not good; she should have just a few toys that she knows are her own.)
She's been eating this food called Avoderm, but... man, it smells terrible and it makes her smell terrible. So last night we switched her to Science Diet, about which she seems pretty happy. The cats eat (and love) Science Diet as well.
I stayed up a little too late last night, reading the Harry Potter For Grown-Ups "best post" pages that
amphoteric posted about yesterday... (and looking at pictures on Artistic Alley, and etc), and doing laundry. I should have known that no good could come from fanfic!... the B-cat threw up all over my bed when I was out of the room. I was exhausted when I found it (not too long after) and my comforter was soaked-through, though the cover caught the worst of it. and there were NO other clean blankets I could use. End result was that I piled the comforter up on my mom's quilt rack - have to go wash it at the laundromat - and ended up sleeping in several layers of pajamas under a tiny fleece throw. *sniffle* and my ass was cold!
(no, i mean, literally, my ass. Not the figurative "my ass" meaning "my entire body as represented by my ass." No, I mean just the ass itself. I kept snuggling into the blanket and my ass would poke out from underneath it and get cold. there was a palpable 10-degree difference. KIND OF DISTURBING.)
So last night we took Arwen Isobel to Petsmart. We went to the knitting store first - way across town. She was actually invited into the shop by the owner, who thought she was adorable. Arwen had to be carried around by my mom because when we set her on the floor she just started trying to hide behind things. She's so scared during car rides, even when I hold her on my lap and make sure she feels secure.
Then it was Petsmart. I went in alone with her, looking for a soft-sided carrier, and the first thing she did when I set her down on the floor in the aisle was to pee. OK... so I walked her over to the end of the aisle where they had a cleanup supply station and... she peed there too. Took the supplies back to the first puddle, where she peed again. Oh, poor Arwen Isobel! She was pretty scared. I was cleaning up when my mom appeared. I gave her puppy custody and finished the cleanup job. When I was finished, Arwen was standing on a shelf trying to hide behind the carriers that were stored on it. =/
So my mother bought this carrier that is like a baby sling carrier - sort of like a backpack, only you wear it on the front of your chest. The puppy version has a pullcord top, so you can put the dog in it so only their head sticks out, and there is also a little strap with a buckle for their collar. Arwen was a lot happier in it and managed the rest of her visit to the store without freaking out.
She has this fleece lamb that squeaks and that we have named "Fluffy". We bought 2 more "Fluffy"s so that she won't run out... the other two will be stored. We don't call it a lamb in case we get her involved in herding trials or something like that - we don't want her to chew on the real lambs. So now - she has a flock of "Fluffy"s! She has a Kong that is too big, so we bought her the smallest one, which will be a better size for her. Grooming spray (wild cherry!), styptic pads, a training clicker (which totally gets her attention!). More toys - a chewy bone that is attached to a collar, since she always tries to chew on her chain collar anyway. Padded rings that she can tug on. Nylabones for chewing. Blah blah blah. Spoiled rotten. (This is actually not good; she should have just a few toys that she knows are her own.)
She's been eating this food called Avoderm, but... man, it smells terrible and it makes her smell terrible. So last night we switched her to Science Diet, about which she seems pretty happy. The cats eat (and love) Science Diet as well.
I stayed up a little too late last night, reading the Harry Potter For Grown-Ups "best post" pages that
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(no, i mean, literally, my ass. Not the figurative "my ass" meaning "my entire body as represented by my ass." No, I mean just the ass itself. I kept snuggling into the blanket and my ass would poke out from underneath it and get cold. there was a palpable 10-degree difference. KIND OF DISTURBING.)
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Date: 2002-11-19 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-19 02:57 pm (UTC)perhaps you have yet to live the fascinating and character-building experience of sleeping under a blankie that's slightly too small for you, this year. ;)
(and may you continue in this condition... cos having a chilled bum sucks.)
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Date: 2002-11-19 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-11-19 03:39 pm (UTC)(i want one.)
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Date: 2002-11-19 03:45 pm (UTC)now i really want one too.