Something Shiny! - Luke category

This crazy dog

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 15:12:49 GMT

When it rains it pours, I guess. This crazy dog... erm... got sick yesterday morning. Then again yesterday afternoon. Then again yesterday evening, in the only room of the house that still has carpeting. *sigh* So off to the vet we went, because things were quickly going from bad to worse. Between the big waiting room and the examination room, we waited for over an hour only to find out that the vet couldn't find anything wrong with him. She gave him iv fluids and meds, sent us home with special food and more meds, as well as instructions to keep a close eye on him. Nearly $400 later, we were back home, slightly dazed and wondering if we overreacted by taking him to the vet in the first place. Vets and a close attachment to your dog are both expensive, is what I'm saying.

What have we done?

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 12:49:31 GMT

Allow me to preface this post by saying that Luke is a wonderful dog and I've never, not for one moment, regretted our decision to adopt him. That said, I think we may have created a monster. Luke is a bit of a nervous dog by nature, so from the time he entered our house we did our best to make him feel comfortable and loved. He was a reluctant eater when we first brought him home. So, we encouraged him and praised him and finally, slowly, got him to eat on a regular basis. He seemed to get cold overnight very easily. So, we got him a blanket. He chews on himself when he's nervous. So, we filled the house with doggie chew toys to keep his attention. In short, we've pretty much made him our king. The unhappy result of all of this is:

He only eats his breakfast if you utter just the right incantation: "Good boy, eat your breakfast." (Or maybe it's "Eat your breakfast, that's a good boy." I can't remember.) Clearly, "eat your damned breakfast" isn't the one. Which, frankly, is unfortunate because that's about all I can muster in the morning.
He only goes outside to pee if he's instructed to. (In our defense, we didn't have a fenced yard when we first got him. So we had to put him on a leash and take him out, then explain that, no, he wasn't going for a walk. We shorthanded this to: "Go pee, Luke!" Who knew it would have such lasting effects?)
He refuses to lay down on any of his three beds after, say, 7 at night unless you bring him a blanket. It doesn't seem to matter if it's 73 degrees inside the house and we're wearing shorts. He wants his blanket, by golly, because that's what you get when you want to go to sleep.

I think it's clear we shouldn't have children. We'd only screw them up.

Luke and Diana Krall

Wed, 13 Feb 2008 13:33:30 GMT

Many moons ago, we discovered that Luke has an affinity for Diana Krall. If we happen to put on some Diana Krall (but only When I Look in Your Eyes, please, he has standards), he instantly calms down. He goes from Super! Spastic! Luke! to Totally Mellow Luke. You almost expect him to go, "dude... wait, what?"

A Day at the Park

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 14:17:34 GMT

A Dog and His Moose: A Picture Story

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 16:41:00 GMT

Luke got a moose toy for Christmas. But not just any moose toy. This particular one had an oversized tennis ball torso, rope legs, and a soft squeaky head. When you're Luke, life doesn't get any better than this. Like a proud father, he checked it out from head to toe.

It was love at first sight, from day one.

He never let that moose get out of his sight.

He even took it to bed with him.

He loved it so much that he couldn't help but disembowel the moose...

...and rip its legs off.

Okay, so maybe not a story you want to read to the kids at bedtime. But don't all great love stories have tragic endings?