Hi All,
Baron is certainly leaving his "mark" so to speak, at the the groomer's. After an exhausting half day at the groomer's (for the groomer, not Baron), he is home relaxing. Apparently Baron is her most difficult dog, and for scheduling purposes, she thinks of him as 2 dogs. He is either wiggles or licks the groomer's face in an effort to avoid being groomed.
To add to the chaos, Baron is able to let himself out the crate. He then socializes with the other dogs, who behave well enough that they aren't crated. Baron enjoys a rousing game of Ring around the Groomer. This does not please the groomer, who takes a tranquilizer or two prior to greeting Baron. She knows he doesn't mean to be so rambunctious and said, "He is just so darn happy." The good news is that we have raised an exuberant dog who exudes self confidence. Baron's self esteem is so high that he can't imagine anyone being annoyed with him - ever! The bad news is that we have raised an exuberant dog who exudes self confidence.
All for now - I'm off to buy a gift for the groomer.
Botswain
PS
Baron does look cute!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Greeting the Boyfriend
Hi All,
My "beloved" spouse (hint of sarcasm, in case you can't tell) will agree to reform school - but only for me, not Baron. He will, however, consider a prep school, preferably in the east. I can see it now - Baron in a navy blue sports jacket, tie and gray slacks. He will probably be the best groomed dog (if not the only dog) in the school. I, however, will be attending classes in striped pants and shirt (not at all flattering).
You might, dear readers, be wondering why I am once again motivated (more like driven) to register Baron for an "advanced learning" program. There is a simple explanation. My daughter brought her boyfriend, D, to "meet the family" which includes Baron. The good news is that Baron really likes D. In fact, one could almost say he "loves" D. As usual, Baron forgot that he is neutered. D, a dog lover, did not appreciate the show of affection. He was particularly displeased when (admittedly by mistake), Baron ripped his shirt. The shirt was not actually his, but belonged to his brother. The other piece of good news is that this gave my husband and myself the opportunity to have contact with D's extended family. The bad news is that this was not the best context in which to familiarize ourselves with them.
By the way, I am using the initial "D" to protect the innocent (no, the innocent one is not Baron).
All for now, I am off to the tailor's and perhaps the men's clothing store.
Botswain
My "beloved" spouse (hint of sarcasm, in case you can't tell) will agree to reform school - but only for me, not Baron. He will, however, consider a prep school, preferably in the east. I can see it now - Baron in a navy blue sports jacket, tie and gray slacks. He will probably be the best groomed dog (if not the only dog) in the school. I, however, will be attending classes in striped pants and shirt (not at all flattering).
You might, dear readers, be wondering why I am once again motivated (more like driven) to register Baron for an "advanced learning" program. There is a simple explanation. My daughter brought her boyfriend, D, to "meet the family" which includes Baron. The good news is that Baron really likes D. In fact, one could almost say he "loves" D. As usual, Baron forgot that he is neutered. D, a dog lover, did not appreciate the show of affection. He was particularly displeased when (admittedly by mistake), Baron ripped his shirt. The shirt was not actually his, but belonged to his brother. The other piece of good news is that this gave my husband and myself the opportunity to have contact with D's extended family. The bad news is that this was not the best context in which to familiarize ourselves with them.
By the way, I am using the initial "D" to protect the innocent (no, the innocent one is not Baron).
All for now, I am off to the tailor's and perhaps the men's clothing store.
Botswain
Friday, May 7, 2010
Reform School
Hi All,
You have not heard from me in awhile because I have been busy researching canine reform schools. Yep - you got it - I am done with you-know-who. The latest is that while in the midst of a project on my computer, I naively left my eye glasses unattended on the table when I went to the kitchen. I heard my beloved spouse raising his voice (translation - yelling!!!); the next thing I knew, he came storming into the kitchen holding what was left of my glasses. One lens was in my beloved enraged spouse's hand (chomped on - the lens not the hand). The frame was not intact. I know this is hard to believe, but I was not in a good mood. These were my favorite prescription reading glasses - and they were brand new!!! I'm sure you already know who the culprit was - Baron (of course).
I don't care how warmly I am greeted at the optical shop - this has got to stop. Does anyone have any ideas as to how to stop this $$$$$ behavior? It occurred to me that Baron might need glasses, so I had his eyes checked. His eyes are fine. The recommendation was to get him his own pair of glasses so he will stop playing with mine. I doubt that will help, but I have searched the pet stores for "play" eyeglasses, just in case.
All for now, I have to retrieve the newspaper; I want to read it before Baron does.
Botswain
You have not heard from me in awhile because I have been busy researching canine reform schools. Yep - you got it - I am done with you-know-who. The latest is that while in the midst of a project on my computer, I naively left my eye glasses unattended on the table when I went to the kitchen. I heard my beloved spouse raising his voice (translation - yelling!!!); the next thing I knew, he came storming into the kitchen holding what was left of my glasses. One lens was in my beloved enraged spouse's hand (chomped on - the lens not the hand). The frame was not intact. I know this is hard to believe, but I was not in a good mood. These were my favorite prescription reading glasses - and they were brand new!!! I'm sure you already know who the culprit was - Baron (of course).
I don't care how warmly I am greeted at the optical shop - this has got to stop. Does anyone have any ideas as to how to stop this $$$$$ behavior? It occurred to me that Baron might need glasses, so I had his eyes checked. His eyes are fine. The recommendation was to get him his own pair of glasses so he will stop playing with mine. I doubt that will help, but I have searched the pet stores for "play" eyeglasses, just in case.
All for now, I have to retrieve the newspaper; I want to read it before Baron does.
Botswain
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Imperfect
Hi All,
OK, I admit it - Baron is not perfect - I won't, however, admit how far from perfect he is. I caught him in the backyard trying to engage the gas company meter man in a playful game of "Pounce on the Meter Man." Baron thoroughly enjoyed it, the meter man looked exhausted (though not as exhausted as Baron's groomer).
Baron was particularly excited when my brother, Jon, came to visit. At first Baron greeted Jon by using his most ferocious growl. When this did not produce the intended result (my brother did not cower in a corner), Baron licked Jon's eye glasses, ears and sleeves. My brother commented that all he needed was a bar of soap to complete his "shower." Baron dislikes being groomed, and perhaps thought an effort at grooming my brother would scare him away. Is my brother brave or what?
All for now,
Botswain
OK, I admit it - Baron is not perfect - I won't, however, admit how far from perfect he is. I caught him in the backyard trying to engage the gas company meter man in a playful game of "Pounce on the Meter Man." Baron thoroughly enjoyed it, the meter man looked exhausted (though not as exhausted as Baron's groomer).
Baron was particularly excited when my brother, Jon, came to visit. At first Baron greeted Jon by using his most ferocious growl. When this did not produce the intended result (my brother did not cower in a corner), Baron licked Jon's eye glasses, ears and sleeves. My brother commented that all he needed was a bar of soap to complete his "shower." Baron dislikes being groomed, and perhaps thought an effort at grooming my brother would scare him away. Is my brother brave or what?
All for now,
Botswain
Monday, April 26, 2010
I give up!
Hi All,
I know you are thinking this must be a slow news week at Poodle Place. Oh, that you were correct. No, it is not a slow news week. Jaws (aka Baron) has been quite busy. I have stopped taking him to dog parks (see previous 100 blog entries for information), so he has spent his time trying to engage his colleagues in play while we are on "quiet" walks. Of course, with Baron, no walk is quiet. He amuses himself by trying to catch squirrels or by trying to ingratiate himself or intimidate with his peers. So far, he is not successful at either venture.
I have to go, it is Baron's bedtime - thank goodness! More tomorrow.
Botswain
I know you are thinking this must be a slow news week at Poodle Place. Oh, that you were correct. No, it is not a slow news week. Jaws (aka Baron) has been quite busy. I have stopped taking him to dog parks (see previous 100 blog entries for information), so he has spent his time trying to engage his colleagues in play while we are on "quiet" walks. Of course, with Baron, no walk is quiet. He amuses himself by trying to catch squirrels or by trying to ingratiate himself or intimidate with his peers. So far, he is not successful at either venture.
I have to go, it is Baron's bedtime - thank goodness! More tomorrow.
Botswain
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
This Poodle Lover is Not Laughing
Hi All,
Things have gotten expensive here at Poodle Place. No, I am not referring to Baron's grooming, which, by the way, is no bargain. It seems that either poltergeist resides here (a curly haired 4 legged one) or Baron has been doing serious damage to our eye glasses and their cases. He has chosen a very expensive snack which does not have enough nutrients to sustain him.
I went to the Optical Shop to buy yet another pair of eye glasses. Baron went with me and was greeted warmly by the shop's owner. The owner adores Baron because he is good for business. Baron single handedly brings in customers in need of new glasses (that would be me - not to mention my husband). This is getting out of hand, and Baron will have to come up with a more appropriate snack. For now, he is basking in his new found popularity!
Botswain
Saturday, April 3, 2010
A Walk in the Woods
Hi All,
Yesterday Baron and I took a walk in the forest preserve with my friend, Debbie, and her dog, Rex. Before you read further, you should know that Rex is a Jack Russell Terrier - enough said. Well, maybe I should elaborate. Jack Russell's are known to most as the dog on the TV show Frasier. They are small and kind of cute, but are aggressive and curmudgeonly. Rex, in particular, detests other dogs, including Baron (I know this is hard to believe). Fortunately, Rex has a touch of dementia and once we have started walking together, he forgets his hatred (I had a mother-in-law like that).
On this particular walk, Baron received compliments from numerous passerbys. Rex (and Debbie) started to feel badly. This ended when 5 women on horseback approached. They too complimented Baron until he lunged at one of the horses. They rode off rather quickly, the compliment truncated. I didn't get to explain that Baron, who has no concept of size (his or anyone else's) just wanted to play. He thought the horse was a large mastiff.
All for now,
Botswain
Yesterday Baron and I took a walk in the forest preserve with my friend, Debbie, and her dog, Rex. Before you read further, you should know that Rex is a Jack Russell Terrier - enough said. Well, maybe I should elaborate. Jack Russell's are known to most as the dog on the TV show Frasier. They are small and kind of cute, but are aggressive and curmudgeonly. Rex, in particular, detests other dogs, including Baron (I know this is hard to believe). Fortunately, Rex has a touch of dementia and once we have started walking together, he forgets his hatred (I had a mother-in-law like that).
On this particular walk, Baron received compliments from numerous passerbys. Rex (and Debbie) started to feel badly. This ended when 5 women on horseback approached. They too complimented Baron until he lunged at one of the horses. They rode off rather quickly, the compliment truncated. I didn't get to explain that Baron, who has no concept of size (his or anyone else's) just wanted to play. He thought the horse was a large mastiff.
All for now,
Botswain
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