Treader--

Hi, everypup! Been busy lately. Practicing a lot of Agility, and learning how to do the weaves. Funfunfun!

BTW, how's this for a pose(?):

Doing the weaves:
Mistress is teaching them to me using what is called the "weave-o-matics" method. You slant the weaves, then slowly bring them up.
She likes to take pictures, after which is time to review them:

Oh, and Cookie's Kong got misplaced, so she had to borrow mine:


Speaking of Cookie, mistress found an affordable dog food for her that is better than what we were feeding:
Chicken Soup for the Dog Lover's Soul
It's 24 bucks.




Cookie's getting stiff and the ladder scares her, so mistress couldn't get her to pose with both paws on the ladder.
But I didn't mind.
Kinda.

More weaves!

"Coulda had a V8!" says Cookie.







BTW, if you like our pictures and would like to see more, mistress uploads the very best of them onto her profile on DeviantART. There's a link to her dA profile at the bottom of the page.
A warning, though:
Deviantart does contain some questionable content (though mistress's page does not), and though the mature content filter works quite well, you still need to be careful. So, if you avoid sites with mature content and/or filthy language, avoid deviantart.

Cookie - Long time, no post. Sorry

Sorry we haven't posted in a while. Been a bit boring lately, and up 'til today we hadn't logged onto Blogger for a while. Plus, mistress misplaced her camera for record time. (One month.) Turns out it was just under the computer table! Can you believe it?
Mistress installed the pawsomely awesome Dogster skin on her Firefox browser:
You can do the same here:
http://blogs.dogster.com/dogster_site_updates/2009/06/04/dogster-browser/

The humans have been doing things like making tornadoes lately:
Good thing that the tornado's in the bottle and can't wreck our house. Even little tornadoes can be bad. Or so I heard.
Mistress did a photo session with Treader yesterday (I need to be brushed and the brush was missing, so she's going to wait to do my photo session):
"Get this...whatever-you-call-it off me, please!"

"Darn mosquitoes!"

Right after snapping at a mosquito.

"Mistress made me pose here. Ooh! Nice view."

"Get me down now, please?"


Treader with a leaf on his head! Teehee!

Then mistress got a treat out to try to make him wave for the camera, and Treader thought she wanted him to dance:
Darn, didn't catch the wave on time.

Okay, here's the wave:
Sorta. More like he's just holding his paw up like Lassie.

Treader--Old Pictures of me and Cookie

Cross-posted from CaBr forums:
http://drrevived.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=gallery&thread=428&page=1
ETA:
Very Sorry about some of the pictures being shown-half way. To see them full-view and in completion, click on them and open in another tab/window.

Some of these go as far back as early-2007.
Treader:
The oldest one of Treader:

Treader in the shelter, before he was even up for adoption. Yes, I did take this one. I didn't have the flash on, and Treader (then know as Camden) kept whining and standing on his hind legs over and over, that's why it's blurry. This is was taken June 21st, 2007.

Spoiler:

Here's Treader's adoption photo by shelter staff, taken July 16th:

Treader on his first day at his new home:




Playing with his new toy sometime in early August.

Play growling.

Treader's old toy, Blink the alien. He eventually tore him up from playing tug-o-war so much with him and I threw him away.


Treader's old toy, Hedgie the Hedgehog. Got Hedgie as a gift for buying from 1-800 Pet Meds.

Treader leaning over to pick up his toy.


Collage of a failed attempt at Canine Freestyle.


Screenshot from a video of Treader and Cookie gaiting.

An old tennis ball. Treader loves tennis balls, but we don't use them anymore because I read that they wear down a dog's teeth.

Treader staring at the camera. This is a unique and lucky shot. Treader never did that pose again.

A fashion pose! Treader with one of Cookie's bandanas. That bandana has since got missing...




Looking at these old pictures, it struck me how Treader has gained a great deal of fluffiness since then. He hasn't gained or lost much weight. It also struck me how his paws looked a different color...in older picture, they are pinkish, like the skin is showing through the fur. In pictures taken a few months after starting the raw diet, his paws are the color of the fur. Interesting.

Spoiler:

Here's some newer pictures of Treader to illustrate:

Treader indoors on a hot day. I put the T-shirt on him. It belonged to me when I was 6 years old, and I just couldn't get over how small it was. When I let Treader out, he took it off in the backyard and hid it. XD


Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now...


Treader acting as a therapy dog for my dad.


Sharp toothies!


Hey, another fashion shot! Treader found it boring.

Cookie:

Cookie's booboo.

Backpacking.

Plaaay baaall!

Bases are loaded...

What a catch!

She's getting there!

She's making a grab for the ball...

...and she misses!

"Bally-bally-ball, I'm coming after you!"

"And it's an awesome save!"

"Come to papa...or mama...whatever."

Safe!



Sadie (my grandma's former dog) and Cookie


Crawling on command.

Agility practice:







FRISBEE!


Arguing with Treader


Special Poses, Featuring both Dogs:







Dr. Cookie and Nurse Treader.

Giving my brother his shots.



"Treader, I am your mother."

"OMD! You can't be! Nooooo!"

Cookie's Wardrobe.

"Are you certain this is the latest style?"

"None of yo beeswax...nya!"

(Singing) "And the stone went 'round and 'round, and the giant came tumbling down..."

"Not so sharp now, are we Mister Sword?"


"Huh?"

"I haz a Fan!"

"Buzz off, Bear. I don't need a fan."


"Yeah, yeah...a promotional for reading...just get it over with, 'kay?"


"Silly Wabbit, Trix is for kids!"

"Dear Lord,
Thank you for this food. Amen.
Short 'n' sweet...let's eat!"



"Cookie and assistent Treader here today on Home Improvement."
How to wear safety goggles...or not(!):
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/.... provement1.jpg
"What this button do?":
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/.... provement2.jpg
"And that's all for today on Home Improvement!":
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/.... provement3.jpg
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....oses/yummy. jpg
Cookie posing next to the food we used to food. (A food that I personally wouldn't recommend anymore.)

Pictures too big to post directly:
Cookie the Cowgirl(!):
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....es/Cowgir l.jpg
Cool Cookie:
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....oIloo kgood.jpg
Fashion Cookie:
http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....ent=Famous1.jpg
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....es/Famous 2.jpg
"Look at this cool offer!":
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....esy ourmail.jpg
Cookie in school:
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....es/Histor y.jpg
No one in particular: "I see you got yourself some new laundry"
Treader: "I'm not laundry!":
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/.... rtylaundry.jpg
Cookie in an old nightgown:
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....Nightg own3.jpg
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....Nightg own5.jpg
Piano Practice:
http://i254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....nop ractice.jpg

ETA:
Oh, kriffing crispy fries! Some of the pictures aren't stanging showing up! I'll just show you the albums:
http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....f%20the%20Dogs/
http://s254.photobucket.com/albums/hh95/....pecial%20Poses/
If you drop any comments on any of the pictures, please let me in a post here or in a PM and provide a direct link. Thanks.

Cookie - Questions about a possibly sick Budgie

It's been a while and there's not much to update on about us dogs. But we know your help about our Budgie. I'll copy mistress's post from Dogster, which we decided to ask there, after asking the vet, birdchannel forum members, and other sources.

"[i]I've asked the vet, I've asked some friends on a birdchannel, I've asked on another forum, and I've asked some people I know in RL, but for the life of me I can't figure out who to belief.
My Budgie, Spirit, started a heavy molt, in March (or maybe it was last month...). She lost a bunch of feathers, creating bald spots and spots where her downy feathers show up. Right now, there's downy feathers on her upper chest showing, a bald spot on her back (under her wings), and an almost bald neck (which can only be seen when she lifts her head up high). Not exactly a pretty sight...

The feathers seem to be growing back, but slowly. I'm not concerned that it's a bit early for a molt, because people-on-birdchannel's (including Budgie owners) birds are having early molts, too. I think it's because of the early summer weather we've been having. I'm thinking that stress may be a factor, because Spirit's old buddy, Reepicheep, died in January and Spirit's been down in the dumps ever since. Until we got another Budgie (a 6 year old skyblue dilute named Dr. Looney) on Wednesday. She perked right up and is acting like her old self again.

This prolonged heavy molting is scaring me. The people on birdchannel think it's serious and the vet thinks it's normal. I'm so confused. Part of me just wants to assume that stress brought this on and now that she's got a cage buddy it'll get better fast. But, for safety's sake, I cannot do that. If an infection brought this on, I don't want the "newer" Budgie catching it.

And the family doesn't want to bring Spirit to the vet unless it's serious. Since the vet said (over the phone) that it doesn't sound serious, so the family doesn't want to take her in as of now. So I guess that I'll just keep an eye on the poor bird for any further signs of trouble. I've said this several times in the past day and I'll say it again...I wish I knew as much about birds as I know about dogs.

I need tips from you guys, and most importantly, prayers.[/i]"

Here's a picture of Spirit from Wednesday:

You might want to see Dr. Looney too, so here's some pictures of him:





ETA:
So far we've gotten advice to keep an eye on her, make sure she's not plucking, and to get a food that helps with molting.

Treader -

Last week, mistress's uncle's dog spent a few days with us as mistress's uncle went to a funeral a few states away. Snoopy has been on this blog once before. And here he is:
Well, his picture. Snoopy himself is back at his own home now.
Let me tell ya, with Snoopy around, life is not boring. Well, life isn't exactly boring when he's not around either...he just adds some bounce to it. Mistress was having me pose like this before he came because she didn't have anything else to do at the time:
But when Snoopy came, he pretty much kept her on her toes.

I had fun playing with Snoopy for the most part. Except he wanted to keep playing even after I was tired out so I had to growl at him several times.
And he'd take my toys...

And chew them up...
He chewed my Tennis Toughies dumbbell ins half for example...
Before:
After:
We have some things in common though.
Snoopy hates dog food and expressed a desire to have me "share" my raw meals.
Well, okay, I don't hate dog food, but I do love raw meat and that's what Snoop and I have in common.

On Easter, mistress tried to share her Peeps with us:
And we hated them.

But mistress had other fun planned. She hid some plastic eggs with hot dogs in them all over one room of the house and had us look for them. We were each supposed to find four eggs, and after we found our share, we were put into our crates to prevent us from stealing another dog's egg.

Snoopy caught on quickest:
It took Cookie a while to get it, but she eventually got it:


I caught on second quickest:


Turns out that mistress put the eggs on top of my crate after the goodies were taken out, so when I got put into my crate...
I thought I had hit the jackpot.

Mistress fed each of us a pork picnic for supper. She cooked Snoopy's, because Snoopy's human does not want Snoopy to be fed raw meat.
Later that night, Snoopy played with a balloon




Then it finally popped:

I thought that the balloon business was foolishness...
I had learned not to play with balloons a long time ago (okay, a few months ago) because they scared me when they popped. But, you know what? Snoopy seemed to enjoy having his balloon pop!
Snoopy went home Wednesday morning. But before we move on, here's a video on me playing with him in the backyard:

[ETA: The sound seems to have been messed up after the video was uploaded. The sound you hear on the video is actually farther behind than the sound that was actually happening at that point. Al east, that's the way it appeared on our computer.]


Mistress has been slacking up on our walks, so she decided to get back into the habit on Thursday evening. Cookie was hoping we were going for a ride.


And of course, as always, mistress used the opportunity to work our obedience skills...




Here are some other pictures mistress took on our walk:

Update from Cookie

German Shepherd breed information
Haven't post in a while. Sorry. Lately, we ran out of my incontinence medication and family members started complaining about the smell and started assuming that the medication quit working, saying either we find a way to get rid of the smell or *gulp* I get put down. Grrr. Those family members can make mistress angry sometimes. Luckily, it got resolved and we got a refill on the medication on the same day that I got my shots.

Here was our post on Dogster:
Some of you may remember last year when my dad wanted to have Cookie put down or given away because of her incontinence. This came up again, except now it's my grandmother doing most of the complaining. But she has my dad wrapped around her middle finger. If she complains, he automatically believes her and becomes a miserable person to be around.

Yes, the medication has been working. But we ran out of it two weeks ago, and then the house started smelling again. My grandmother had to stay here for two days while we went camping, so she noticed it. And when I got back, I found my dad assuming that Treader was not housetrained and that Cookie is leaking all over the place and either we fix it or the dogs are going to leave. Sheesh, get the whole freaking story before assuming that the dogs will have to go. Do I have to go through this every freaking year?

So, my grandmother had a little talk with my mom saying either we clean the carpet or she wants Cookie to be put down. The problem is, the house is under her name, so she has some right to complain about how it smells. =/

But she doesn't have the whole story either. I tried to tell her that we ran out of Cookie's medication and we'd be getting more today (and we did, along with having Cookie's shots), but noooo...I'm not a reliable source to her apparently. And she also wasn't aware that we could increase the dang dosage of the medication either, apparently.

Why does my step-dad's family have to be so dang negative and complaining right when people are satisfied?


I doubt that the situation is nearly as bad as it was last year, as we have Cookie's medication dosage increased, but still, pray that it will work. Please.

Anyway, about my vet visit for my shots. Sorry, no pictures, but I sat down on one of the chairs in the waiting room on my own accord. The staff at the vet office thought it was so cute. They asked if I got on the furniture at home too, but the human said that I'm good about staying off the couch and beds. Then the vet called us in, and the usual procedures. When I got weighed, I had gained a couple of pounds. Instead of 72 lbs, I was 79 lbs. The vet thinks I'm at the perfect weight now and don't need to gain anymore. Mistress would like to have me lose one more pound.

And Treader played a trick on mistress yesterday. He got loose and after a while when he saw mistress outside, he walked up to her while pretending to be tired. He was panting, walking slowly, tail down, head lowered...and when mistress stepped toward him to bring him inside, he suddenly wasn't tired anymore and zoomed away. It was his early April Fool's joke. Made mistress mad though. Whose says us dogs don't have a sense of humor? :D


Oh yes, and mistress found this hilarious thing:
Pick the month you were born:
January-------I kicked
February------I loved
March--------I karate chopped
April----------I licked
May----------I jumped on
June----------I smelled
July-----------I did the Macarena With
August--------I had lunch with
September----I danced with
October-------I sang to
November-----I yelled at
December-----I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1-------a birdbath
2-------a monster
3-------a phone
4-------a fork
5-------a snowman
6-------a gangster
7-------my mobile phone
8-------my dog
9-------my best friends' boyfriend
10-------my neighbour
11-------my science teacher
12-------a banana
13-------a fireman
14-------a stuffed animal
15-------a goat
16-------a pickle
17-------your mom
18-------a spoon
19------ - a smurf
20-------a baseball bat
21-------a ninja
22-------Chuck Norris
23-------a noodle
24-------a squirrel
25-------a football player
26-------my sister
27-------my brother
28-------an iPod
29-------a surfer
30-------a homeless guy
31-------a llama

What is the last number of the year you were born:
1--------- In my car
2 --------- On your car
3 ----------- In a hole
4 ----------- Under your bed
5 ----------- Riding a Motorcycle
6 --------- sliding down a hill
7 --------- in an elevator
8---------- at the dinner table
9 -------- In line at the bank
0 -------- in your bathroom

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White---------because I'm cool like that
Black---------because that's how I roll.
Pink-----------because I'm NOT crazy.
Red-----------because the voices told me to.
Blue-----------because I'm sexy and I do what I want
Green---------because I think I need some serious help.
Purple---------because I'm AWESOME!
Gray----------because Big Bird said to and he's my leader.
Yellow--------because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange--------because my family thinks I'm stupid anyway.
Brown---------because I can.
Other----------because I'm a Ninja!
None----------because I can't control myself!

If you're a dog or animal like me, just use your fur color.
I ended up with:
I karate chopped a monster at the dinner table because that's how I roll.

Had a Good Birthday--Cookie

I had a great birthday, everywoof. I'm 11 years old now. I don't feel old. Do I look that old? Anyway...
I got extra treats today.
Mistress and her mom and brother took me on a long carride this afternoon. We went several places. At the bank drive-thru, the lady at the window gave me a treat. I didn't eat it right away because I didn't have a reliable surface to eat it on until mistress let me eat it over her lap.

Then we got a soda at the gas-station and mistress let me drink some of hers in a separate cup. It tasted good, but I didn't like the fizz-y sensation on my tongue.

Then we went to DQ and mistress got me a small vanilla ice cream cone. It was cool (pun intended:D) and I loved it. The cone itself didn't seem so luscious, but I ate it because of the ice cream on it's sides. (I had to eat in the bed of the truck since dogs aren't allowed inside DQ and so I wouldn't make a mess in the cab of the truck..)

After mistress led me back into the cab, a guy walked by complimenting me. I growled a little because he came suspiciously close to the truck, but mistress told me to quit in a whisper, so I just stared at the guy in a funny way. He asked what was wrong and mistress said, "Nothing. She just had an ice cream cone."

(BTW, I know that soda and ice cream is bad for us dogs, but it's just my birthday, a once a year occasion.)

Mistress fed me some of Treader's raw chicken thighs for supper, which was super.

Then I played with the napkins:



Treader thought that the napkin was food!

Then the other night we had Frisbeeeeee fun:



Then I got my turn, and I'm out of practice, so I kept missing...
Dang! Another miss(!):


"Throwitthrowitthrowit!"

"Gotcha!"

"Throw it some more!"

Then I started enjoying it so much that my head started turning into a Frisbee...
Kidding. It's just the position of the Frisbee that makes it look like that.



Then I got tired...

Oh, and Treader got loose again this evening. Mistress told him that if he didn't come in right now, he'd be camping outside for the night. He ran off when she said that, so she just told him "Happy Trails!" and went inside.
But then Treader came up to the door wanting back in later and mistress gave in.