Snip!

Posted on by lindsay
I just made an appointment to get Kobe neutered next Monday. I'm petrified that I'm going to drop off my swaggering, lovable Shiba Inu and pick up an irritable, resentful cur in a skirt. This is something I should have done when he was a puppy, but I wasn't exactly flush with cash back in those days and as time passed, I became more and more afraid that the procedure would change his personality. Then I became obsessed with the idea of breeding Kobe and creating dozens of little Kobes that I could use to fill the rooms of my new condo. (Bobby probably just fell over dead with horror at that idea.) Now I've realized that another puppy is not in my future and therefore, the ball must drop. Or balls. I'm really anxious. Will he still be my little fluffywampums? Will he still stick up for me when ...continue reading.

Not Settling In As Expected

Posted on by lindsay
Kobe does not like the new condo. For the first few days, he hid in the carpeted master bedroom and cowered at the sight of the hardwood floors that cover the entire main living area. The few times that he was forced onto the hardwood floors for essential reasons (to seek food/water, to go for walks, to amuse me), he hunched over and crept cautiously, obviously terrified of slipping and falling. Then he'd see something exciting, bolt forward and immediately slip, and then retreat fearfully to the carpet.He has since adapted throughout the past week, and now moves slowly and confidently about the house. However, he has instead taken to barking at everything. Every person that comes and goes from our entire building, every sound that echoes in the distance, and every bird or squirrel that approaches our patio or the Commonwealth of Virginia. Sometimes he howls, sometimes he barks ...continue reading.

Ambidextrous

Posted on by lindsay
The door to my room was almost entirely closed this morning when I woke up, with only the slightest push needed to shut it firmly. After our usual morning routine of enthusiastic licking (Kobe) and exhausted groaning (me), Kobe bounded off the bed and shoved his nose against the crack of the door. He snuffled a few times and then started licking the crevice frantically. All of this noise drew my attention and I sat up to watch him in hopes of figuring out why he was making love to the door. Suddenly the door creaked open, and he bounced out and ran down the stairs. It was impressive to realize that my little dog had learned to open the door with his tongue. Less impressive, however, was the fact that I immediately tried the same thing and failed.

Bad Dog!

Posted on by lindsay
Bobby and I went out to lunch last weekend and took Kobe with us along for the ride. He leads a rather dull life, hanging around the house all the time and listlessly playing with his toys, so it's nice to take him out for a change. Kobe needs to get out occasionally as well.When we got to the shopping center where the restaurant is located, I offered to wait outside with Kobe while Bobby got our food so we could have a picnic. The three of us walked up to the front of the restaurant together, at which point Kobe saw another dog and caught on fire with excitement. With Kobe, unplanned excitement equals poop, and within seconds I saw it coming. In that same moment, the woman who was walking the other dog approached us, forcing Kobe into a full on meltdown."Bobby," I called desperately as he walked ...continue reading.

Weekly Update: Wait, you wanted DAILY posts?

Posted on by lindsay
I've been very lazy busy this week, which is why I haven't posted anything. However, because I lead quite possibly the most exciting existence ever, a lot has happened in the past seven days, all of which I will share with you, my lucky readers, now. Lay back! Open a cold one! Both of which I've already been doing since 9:30 this morning.Victory (Sort Of) at the Mountain Bike RacesThis past Wednesday marked my participation in my second mountain bike race in a series sponsored by several local bicycle clubs and stores. These bike races are very exciting, filled with winding trails, thrilling hills, and great big piles of stretchy spandex. At my first race ever several weeks ago, I came in third in my class, a feat made possible only by the mid-race death of all but two of the other participants. My prize? A bronze medal, a plastic ...continue reading.