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Mornings at Jazz & Spunky’s House

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“Good morning!” – Spunky

It happens every day.

“Dad” wakes up first. Very early. When it’s still dark. The dogs know that he’s typically the first one up. They’re usually waiting for him. At the top of the stairs. Because they know that – before he wakes up Mr. Coffee who then helps wake him up – he’ll walk to the top of the stairway that leads to the lower level, which leads to the rec room, which leads to the sliding glass door, which leads to The Great Outdoors. Read the rest of this entry »

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There’s a new pup in town

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Shhh … He doesn’t know he’s cute.

Move over, Mr. Postman. Jasmine and Spunky have a new nemesis … better known as Simba, the tiny Pomeranian pup.

He’s cute. He’s feisty. He’s fun. A triple threat.

Even when surrounded by a noisy, unpredictable crowd of towering adult strangers, the guy really knows how to work a room. Definitely an Alpha-Male, despite some people’s tendency to pick him up against his will, cuddle him mercilessly, or occasionally dress him in cute sweaters or seasonal costumes.

When a dog is that little and that adorable, such behaviors are hard to resist. (See Exhibit A: Santa-Claws photo.) If you had a waist that tiny, you’d wear a cinched belt, too. Just don’t tell him it could threaten his aggressive campaign for permanent head-of-household status.

So the little dog that’s named after a lion, looks like a fox, dances like a butterfly and bites like a bee (pant legs, ankles, sleeves and chew toys, that is) … is not giving up the fight and is causing some serious dog-relative rivalry in the step-pack.

But they’ll work it out. Jasmine and Spunky are still Queen and King bees in their respective circles, each with unique and endearing traits. Jasmine is still sweet, Spunky is still, well spunky, and Simba is the little lion that has to roar to be heard.

We’re listening, Simba. Welcome to the pack.

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A Dog’s New Year’s Resolutions – by Jasmine

These practical resolutions – ghost-written by a spoiled Sheltie several years ago – are worth revisiting this new year …

I’ve noticed that humans like to look back on the past year and look forward to the year ahead. People think dogs are all about the present. But humans don’t have a corner on goal-setting. Here, for example, are my goals for the new year:

Refine begging skills. Sad eyes. Droopy ears. Heavy tail. Remember the time Spunky ate my favorite chew toy. Method acting at its best. I really miss that toy.

Convince my owners that choking is overrated. Yes, I know the bones are small. Just hand over the turkey carcass and nobody gets hurt.

“Roll-over” is for Pillsbury, not pups. I want that apple-stuffed, cinnamon-frosted turnover and I want it NOW. No tricks, just treats. Read the rest of this entry »

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The (Twenty)-Four* Major Food Groups

luckydog_hotdog_vendor500… According to Jasmine and Spunky

Humans have a food pyramid, a balanced diet (in theory at least) and the four major food groups. Dogs, however, have a far less discriminating palate. Here are more than a few of Spunky and Jasmine’s favorite food groups:

1. Leftovers… including the food plus any paper or cardboard packaging.

2. Unattended Food… (See Pepperoni Pups.)

3. Attended Food… If your reaction time is slow.

4. Food in Doggie Bags… technically, this counts as “leftovers,” but it is also considered an entitlement by some dogs (who may or may not be able to read) … who consider it exploitative if the “doggie” bag is not shared with … the doggies. Read the rest of this entry »

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Spunky, unleashed

pawprinttalkdogSpunky is a feisty little Sheltie who intruded – slowly but surely – upon his step-sibling pup’s territory. Jasmine, the elder, had been QOH (Queen of the Household) before an adorable little perky-eared puppy showed up and charmed his way into the pack.

Spunky’s name suited his energetic disposition. He was friendly, curious and prone to animated “barking back” when spoken to.  Jasmine was a teenager in doggie years when Spunky invaded her domain and stole the hearts of her humans. But the dogs soon learned (grudgingly) to “sit,” “stay” and be friends, although they never did learn to “share” their food.

Although she’d never admit it, the consensus was that Jasmine really did enjoy having a little canine company around, especially when her humans left her home alone.

Spunky Ditches Leash, Catches Free Ride … and a Snooze

I remember puppy-sitting newbie Spunky one winter day (he and Jazz had been dropped off earlier via a heated car ride) and trying to walk him home with a leash. He’d wouldn’t budge. We were only about 6 blocks from home. But it was a long chilly 6 blocks. On this cold, icy and windy January day, a freezing mist was blowing around, not quite yet snow.

Jasmine, knowledgeable teen and former QOH, was unfazed by weather and familiar with the whole leash-thing. She was ready to speed-walk, visibly impatient with the insolent new puppy. But Spunky held his ground, morphing from Cute Amiable Puppy to Mule-in-Chief and Sit-in Leash-Protester. He resisted all manner of cheerleading, coaxing, firm tugs or stern commands.

The little leash-wearing dog stood in the cold rain and held his ground, refusing to budge.

As the wind blew colder, I resigned myself to picking him up with my one free hand, with Jasmine tugging on her leash on the other. I carried the content little puppy as Jazz pulled at her leash, preferring to run. Jasmine and I walked home facing into an icy cold and windy wintertime rain.

leashes_closeup_250Spunky, meanwhile, was toasty warm, totally relaxed and content to have won the battle of wills. He settled into the folds of the down-feathered jacket and promptly fell asleep, becoming distinctly heavier as we walked.

He snoozed away the rest of the trip home and likely dreamed of using leashes for what he considers a far more logical purpose: chew toys.

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