A noise in the middle of the night awakens me from a deep sleep. Simba, my first German Shorthair Pointer, is still asleep with her heard on the pillow next to me. I feel around for Gypsy, the other German Shorthair Pointer, on the bed and couldn’t find her. I sat up wondering where she went and then remembered that I noticed during our afternoon that her stomach was a little off. A few minutes after putting my head back down on my pillow, I heard her coming up the steps. She jumps on the bed and comes over to me to nudge me on the shoulder so that I raise the covers up as she slides in. Both Simba and Gypsy start snoring and are sound asleep. Me on the other hand, could not get back to sleep. I tossed and turned for about 20 minutes when my foot came in contact with Gypsy’s cold wet nose. I moved my foot around wondering why her nose felt so slimy and squishy. The more contact I made the more I thought it just didn’t feel right. I tear the covers off the bed and there it was lying next to my foot. A dead toad stretched out on its back! I was on my feet so fast that my head spun as I yelled, “EWE! EWE! EWE!” for about 20 minutes. I couldn’t get myself to pick up his poor little dead body but knew that I had to. I knew that once I did pick it up, I would have to get rid of it as soon as possible in order not to vomit. Running down a flight of stairs and across the living room was not an option. The only other option was sending it to fishy heaven via the toilet. The rest of the night, I laid in bed wondering if I would have to explain the toad in the trap to a plumber. Why does everything seem so much worse at night. By morning all was back to normal, including the toilet. Gypsy being a German Shorthair Pointer will continue to hunt and bring me gooey gifts. I just hope it’s not in the middle of the night and under my covers.
My son bought me the novel “A Dog’s Purpose” by W. Bruce Cameronfrom Amazon for my birthday. I am almost at a loss for words in trying to describe this novel. The first word that comes to mind is “emotional”. Emotional only if you’re a dog lover. If you’re not, you wouldn’t be reading it anyway. As I read through the pages, they made me smile, contemplate, laugh out loud (in public), and cry out loud like a puppy spending the first night in a crate. As I sobbed, Simba, my nine year old German Shorthair Pointer, would rush over to console me as she usually does when she senses a change in my emotions
This book has changed the way I look at my two dogs. It is as if I am watching them through different eyes. I find myself wondering if Simba could be my “Bailey”. Of all dog’s that I have had in my lifetime, Simba is very different. She has always been connected to me in more ways than physically. GSP parents know about their Velcro dogs. German Shorthair Pointers are referred to as Velcro dogs for good reason. They never leave your side. The world comes to an end when I close the bathroom door for some privacy. I’m not sure if she thinks because I watched her doing her business as a puppy, that she needs to watch me too. Even when I’m in the shower they both take turns poking their head in to make sure I haven’t been swallowed up by the drain.
GSPs are sensitive dogs to begin with, but Simba has always been in tune with my emotions. She runs around wagging her stubby short tail carrying as many toys as she can fit in her mouth when I’m happy or excited. She slowly approaches to watch over me when I’m sad. First she puts her nose real close to my face and waits (maybe she’s nearsighted) then she lightly nudges me with her nose. Finally, she lays up against me laying her head on me. I will admit that feeling the weight of her head is always somehow always comforting, like a hug. She has also mirrored my ailments and personality. She’s a true tom-girl. She also suffers from stress, IBS, and allergies. One thing she doesn’t mirror is my anger but knows well enough that mum needs space. It is the only time she keeps her eye on me from afar rather than beside me.
Simba’s one year old sister, Gypsy, joined the family at eight weeks old just like Simba did but the connection between her and I is different. It doesn’t go beyond being the normal Velcro dog. I love her immensely and she loves me but she is oblivious to my inner thoughts or emotions. After reading “A Dogs Purpose”, there may be an explanation to the difference between my two pups. Simba maybe a dog with a purpose.
My mum is the best. Today she left us these great toys to play with. They were white soft balls. The balls were shaped funny, they weren’t completely round but fun nonetheless. She bought 12 of them so that Simba and I didn’t fight over them. She was in such a rush put the door this morning that she left them on the counter and forgot to give them to us. It’s a good thing that I’ve grown and can reach everything on the counters. We had so much fun. The balls released like snow stuff when I pounced on them and threw them around.
Oops! I was wrong, again! Mum’s squeaky voice and fiery eyes told me so!
Christmas is right around the corner. If your pup is anything like mine, especially Simba, they love to open presents on Christmas along with the rest of the family. Toys don’t seem to last very long with these two. Buying toys can get expensive so I want to share with you a couple of DIY dog toys you can make by recycling some items that you have at home. They’re all very easy to make. First of all, go through your sock drawer. This is a great way to put those old socks to good use. SOCK BALL: If I have a bunch of ankle socks, I stuff a bunch into one sock leaving 3 or 4 for the end. After you’ve stuffed them and created a tight oblong ball, put the ball into one of the ankle socks you saved for the end. Insert it with the open side first, then insert it into the next sock again with open side going in first and continue until out of socks. You can insert one of those squeakers Continue reading →
Mum’s recliner was so boring. It was all green. No extra color whatsoever. I decided to help mum and add some splash to the recliner.
She didn’t like it much when she first saw it. Actually, she behaved a bit like a child and pouted silently for hours. The next day she covered the whole recliner with the same color. Well let me tell you, my mum is very stubborn and sometimes it takes a little effort to make her see the light. I knew that she would like it if only she got used to it. Today when she got home from work I thought I saw excitement in her eyes when she saw my masterpiece. Nope, it wasn’t excitement! When I saw Simba leave the room and take cover, I knew it was time to put myself in my crate. ?
Mom bought Me and Simba new beds since I destroyed the other four we had. It’s not like I did it on purpose! I like playing this game when Simba lays down. I wait until she gets all comfy. Sometimes it takes a long time because she goes around and around in circles then lays down only to get up and do it all over again. She makes me dizzy just watching. When she finally stays down, it’s game time. Pop Simba Off! I tug and thrust the bed around until she pops off. Mom was not happy today when she got home from work and found this.
Gypsy has finally decided to play fetch. Simba has retrieved the ball or frisbee since the first day I brought her home. She was 8 weeks old. Gypsy was too worried about losing the ball to Simba. Once Gypsy gets the ball she won’t give it up and just wants to play “Simba chase me”. Now I throw two balls. One for Gypsy and one for Simba. Simba brings back the ball for more. Gypsy holds on to her and runs with Simba back and forth as Simba chases and retrieves her ball. Either way, they’re both getting the exercise they need. The other night I’m watching TV with Simba on my lap as usual and Gypsy brings her ball and releases it. From there she wanted to play fetch. Simba prefers to sit on my lap instead of playing ball. It works out perfect for Gypsy.
Gypsy is now a little over one year old. She hasn’t slowed down at all but at least the destruction has. She is fully aware that she has done something wrong but just can’t seem to help herself. I believe she has learned right from wrong but every once in a while the puppy brain takes over and wins over her logic. One and a half weeks before Thanksgiving, my oven/stove went on the brinks. The technician came a stated that the electronic panel (the oven’s brains) had to be sent in to be refurbished because they don’t carry replacement for that model anymore. All was fine until he said it would take 3-4 weeks to get back. That would not do! Thanksgiving was a week away! Besides not being able Continue reading →
The holidays are almost upon us. There will be lots of cooking, baking, and parties. You may have family and friends over to celebrate with you. Be aware that some people have no idea that there are foods and herbs that are very poisonous for your dog. They may think they’re doing good by treating your dog with table scraps because it’s a special day. Keep a watchful eye not only during your get togethers but when anyone is cooking or baking because food may be dropped or left on the counter unattended. For example, chocolate is very toxic for your furry family member. Here’s a list of items to watch for.
No/chocolate. It is toxic to dogs and cats and can kill them.
No/alcohol. It’s toxic to animals. Careful on foods that may contain alcohol like fruit bread
No/grapes or raisins. They are toxic and can cause kidney failure
No/onions, garlic, leeks, scallions. Can lead to toxic anemia.
Here are a few holiday foods that are okay to give your furry friend. A piece of advice, never feed them while your sitting at the dinner table. Put the special meal or treat in their own food bowl.
Yes/turkey and chicken. Make sure to remove skin, fat and bones. White meat is best.
Yes/potatoes. Careful with what may be in mashed potatoes. No butter, onions, garlic, gravy, sour cream
Yes/cranberry sauce. Keep it to small amount because of the sugar content.
Yes/popcorn. Air popped corn without butter or salt makes a great treat in moderation.
Yes/plain green beans
Yes/apples but NO apple core or seeds. Apple seeds contain a small amount of arsenic – the same thing found in rat poison
I brought Simba home 9 years ago. I must say it has been a learning experience every step of the way. I have had many breeds in my lifetime but none like the GSP. The first lesson was that GSPs is a very high energy breed. They aren’t kidding when you read that if they don’t get enough exercise they can be very destructive. Another detail I learned is why they are called “Velcro dogs”. Simba lives up to that label perfectly. She is glued to my hip at all times. It doesn’t matter if I’m outside, inside, upstairs, downstairs, in bed or in the bathroom; she is there watching over me. Simba has hundreds of FB friends and one thing I noticed in pictures posted was that there was always more than one GSP. There were usually two if not more and always huddled together. Even when sleeping, they seem to all sleep on top of each other. For years, I contemplated with the idea of getting her a sister GSP to keep her company during my work day but I was worried that she would change. Not that I wouldn’t mind some privacy when in the bathroom or getting dressed but I love how she cuddles up to me. I love how she likes to sleep right up against me, I love that she can read my moods and acts accordingly. I didn’t want any of that to change. As you may already know, we adopted Gypsy one year ago because she needed a home. This has been my observation having two dogs. I would suggest that if you’re going to get two,
make them closer in age. The nice thing is that I don’t have to worry about fitting in at least three hours of ball play with Simba. Gypsy makes sure to keep Simba on her toes and running quite a bit. Sometimes, it can be a little too much. There is a great difference at this point in energy levels. Gypsy has become very attached to Simba. She wants to sleep on top of her. She wants the same toy Simba is playing with. She follows her around and wants to be next to her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still her mum. When the loud red monster trucks are screaming their sirens, it’s me she looks for to comfort her as she howls them away. Simba is still behaving as the only child. They say that the first-born of two children who are more than 5 years apart will grow up with characteristics of an only child. I believe this holds true for dogs as well. Simba still wants to cuddle with me, sleep with me, lay on me, play with me, sit with me and everything else she can do with me. However, she does not let Gypsy lay on her or too close for that matter. If Gypsy lays near her she will wait a few minutes and then move away. Granted, Gypsy being a puppy has pushed all of Simba’s buttons and has exhausted her patience. Simba will play with Gypsy for a little while but then brings the toy to me to play with her. If I had to do it over, I would probably have kept them within two years of each other. At least they would be similar in energy and play with each other a lot more.