I Have An Amazingly Intelligent Con Canine!

When I watch National Geographic my 9 year old wolf dog likes to watch the nature shows that have big cats, wolves and critters that run around on the ground. She will sit attentively and watch as the animals move around on the screen, She will occasionally go up to the t.v. and try to look behind the set, I guess she is trying to figure out how the kitties got inside my t.v. The male wolf dog just looks at the screen for a while and just walks  away like if he can’t touch it he doesn’t see any point in watching the critters run around. The male has something wrong with the tear ducts in his eyes, they have stopped producing tears, so I have to put drops in his eyes twice a day so that I can keep him from going blind for as long as I can. He weighs 130 pounds and he isn’t very fond of having the three sets of drops put in his eyes twice a day so in order to get him to cooperate I bribe him with tiny goodies. Niner, the female, gets really excited whenever I call him over to medicate his eyes because she knows that I will give her a little piece of something when I give Hunter his treat. She has even gone so far as to walk up to me and start rubbing her eye with her paw as if trying to tell me that her eyes need drops also and I know it is because she wants a goodie. It looks so silly to see her rubbing her eyes and looking at me as if to say “see my eyes are bad too, I need eye drops too” and I know it is just because she thinks she is missing something. She will stand in front of the male when I am trying to put drops in his eyes and she likes me to put the saline solution drops in her eyes (they are the only drops I put in Hunter’s eyes that don’t have medicine in them) which occasionally I do just to make her happy and so Hunter sees her cooperate and not be the only one I am picking on, at he seems to think I am being mean to him, even though I am pretty darned sure the drops are not painful. They remind me of children!

My Dogs Are Silly!

I have two wolf dogs, one is a 9 year old female and one is a 6 year old male. I got them from a lady who rescues wolf dogs as well as breeds a couple litters of them a year on purpose, the female was a 3 year old rescued wolf when I got her and the male was a 10 week old pup she bred on purpose. They were the second pair I have gotten from her, when I got the first pair I lived with a roommate and when I decided I wanted my own place my roommate and I were going to split custody of the dogs but they always wanted to go back to the home they had lived in for 3 years when they came to my new place so I let my roommate keep them (that was 6 years ago and I still go and visit the first two once or twice a week, I was one of their first two friends in life and they are bonded to me forever and I to them), it seemed easier just to rescue 2 more dogs since my ex-roommate had the desire and space to keep the first two and I had the desire and space to keep a second pair. I find the interactions both of these pairs of wolf dogs have with each other fascinating. They tease each other, get mad at each other, play with each other and love each other, kind of the like how human relationships work. The two females in both of these partnerships are a little smarter than the males and both of the males are more laid back and sweeter than the females. Both the males and the females do play games with their partner’s. The female in the first couple is a very intense girl, she is always dead serious about everything. Dead serious that she should eat first, she is by far the better dog (she thinks that for sure and makes sure her presence is known first and the mellower male lets her have her way.  He is shyer and takes a while to warm up to people, the female knows this so she bulls her way in first to make sure whoever is visiting meets her first and knows that she is the “better dog”. She will lick your face to prove it, whereas the male takes his time to get to know someone. This female almost always eats first because the male is a picky eater and has to make sure his food isn’t “poisoned “ before he can eat it. While he is being cautious and taking his time the female eats all of her food and tries to steal his, which has resulted in her getting fat and he is still nice and slim and trim since she “has” to eat his food whenever she can. The female I have is not as aggressive as the first female but she is cagey about how she gets to claim more of the “treats” I give her and her younger boyfriend. She will start barking like there is someone at the door and when she gets the male to respond she quickly scarfs down the goodies out of his bowl and if he tries to reclaim his food bowl she threatens to take his head off. Pretty funny sometimes, and sometimes not! She sometimes will just start pacing and you can see the wheels turn in her head as she tries to think of some way to mess with me or him. She can be a real pain in the ass but I do have to appreciate the thought process she goes through trying to trick the male or me into doing what she wants so she can sneakily steal something. When she is really bored she will walk around the house and bark like someone is outside just to stir things up for no reason, I always get the feeling she is laughing when she has Hunter barking at nothing and the cats hiding from nothing. Silly animal!

 

MY DOGS ARE SILLY!

I have two wolf dogs, one is a 9 year old female and one is a 6 year old male. I got them from a lady who rescues wolf dogs as well as breeds a couple litters of them a year on purpose, the female was a 3 year old rescued wolf when I got her and the male was a 10 week old pup she bred on purpose. They were the second pair I have gotten from her, when I got the first pair I lived with a roommate and when I decided I wanted my own place my roommate and I were going to split custody of the dogs but they always wanted to go back to the home they had lived in for 3 years when they came to my new place so I let my roommate keep them (that was 6 years ago and I still go and visit the first two once or twice a week, I was one of their first two friends in life and they are bonded to me forever and I to them), it seemed easier just to rescue 2 more dogs since my ex-roommate had the desire and space to keep the first two and I had the desire and space to keep a second pair. I find the interactions both of these pairs of wolf dogs have with each other fascinating. They tease each other, get mad at each other, play with each other and love each other, kind of the like how human relationships work. The two females in both of these partnerships are a little smarter than the males and both of the males are more laid back and sweeter than the females. Both the males and the females do play games with their partner’s. The female in the first couple is a very intense girl, she is always dead serious about everything. Dead serious that she should eat first, she is by far the better dog (she thinks that for sure and makes sure her presence is known first and the mellower male lets her have her way.  He is shyer and takes a while to warm up to people, the female knows this so she bulls her way in first to make sure whoever is visiting meets her first and knows that she is the “better dog”. She will lick your face to prove it, whereas the male takes his time to get to know someone. This female almost always eats first because the male is a picky eater and has to make sure his food isn’t “poisoned “ before he can eat it. While he is being cautious and taking his time the female eats all of her food and tries to steal his, which has resulted in her getting fat and he is still nice and slim and trim since she “has” to eat his food whenever she can. The female I have is not as aggressive as the first female but she is cagey about how she gets to claim more of the “treats” I give her and her younger boyfriend. She will start barking like there is someone at the door and when she gets the male to respond she quickly scarfs down the goodies out of his bowl and if he tries to reclaim his food bowl she threatens to take his head off. Pretty funny sometimes, and sometimes not! She sometimes will just start pacing and you can see the wheels turn in her head as she tries to think of some way to mess with me or him. She can be a real pain in the ass but I do have to appreciate the thought process she goes through trying to trick the male or me into doing what she wants so she can sneakily steal something. When she is really bored she will walk around the house and bark like someone is outside just to stir things up for no reason, I always get the feeling she is laughing when she has Hunter barking at nothing and the cats hiding from nothing. Silly animal!

They Went That Way!

I had two snow bengal kittens ( a male and a female-they are now 4 and still best friends) and a half bengal kitten that I gave to a friend of mine (she still has him) and I the three of them were best buddies. I took a lot of pictures of them playing and there were several that made me give these captions to the photos.

Where Did You See Them Moonbeam?

Where Did You See Them Moonbeam?

I See Them Over There Iceman!

I See Them Over There Iceman Says Murphy!

 

Where Did You Say You Saw Them?

Where Did You Say You Saw Them?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I See Something Down Here Iceman!

I See Something Down Here Iceman!

I Thought I Saw Them Down There, I Don’t Know How They Got Over There!

I Thought I Saw Them Down There, I Don’t Know How They Got Over There!

 

Iceman Thinks I Lied To Him But I Swear I Saw Them Over There, Really!

Iceman Thinks I Lied To Him But I Swear I Saw Them Over There, Really!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Dog Who Hated To Have His Picture Taken!

Tuffy Just Realizing There Is A Camera Looking At Him.

Tuffy Just Realizing There Is A Camera Looking At Him.

When I was recently going through old Super 8 home movies I ran across one of our little “Papillion” named “Tuffie, as big of a misnomer that his name might have been since he was less than 10 pounds. He might have thought that he was tough in his own mind, as little dogs sometimes do, but he fell far short of being tough in my mind. He was the third dog our family had. We had two other small dogs before this one, the first one was also called Tuffie also so I am going to guess since I was not quite 3 when Tuffie “1” was around and my sister wasn’t even born yet that Tuffie II was named by my mother. Between Tuffie I, who was a Pomeranian,  and Tuffie II, who was a Papillion, my parents bought a registered but not show quality Papillion from a lady in our state who raised Papillion’s, Bernese Mountain Dogs and Saint Bernard’s. Talk about a range of sizes, from almost the tiniest of breeds to almost the largest of breeds, Bea Knight from Sanctuary Woods in Gunther Oregon was quite the lady! The dog between Tuffy I and II was officially named Sanctuary Woods By Golly, or BG as we called him. He looked like a bandit, he had black around both of his eyes and he was a very protective little guy when it came to my sister and I, he bit more than one little kid on the ass as they ran to get out of our back yard and he wouldn’t let our stepfather get near our mother without growling at him, in retrospect now I have to wonder if that little dog knew what evil our step father would do to us in the future. Unfortunately BG got out of our car when we were going boating at a local lake and got hit by a car when he was not even quite a year old. My little sister really freaked out so my parents went back to Sanctuary Woods with my little sister and I to see a new litter of puppies that they had. Well the only two pups left for sale in the litter consisted of a male that Bea wanted to sell as a stud for $200 and a defective pup that only had one eye working that she was willing to sell very cheap. My little sister really wanted the one eyed pup, which began her attraction towards the “runts of the litter” she had for the rest of her life which I have always wondered if it hadn’t sort of started with the fact that I was born handicapped and I was her older sister and we used to be the best of friends until recently when our dysfunctional childhoods took over her ability to function and has torn us apart much to my dismay.  My parents didn’t want to pay $200 and they didn’t want a one eyed puppy so they put us in the car and we started driving off. My little sister had a fit and was screaming and crying, my parents gave in and went back and made a deal to buy the male puppy for a cheaper price providing they didn’t get him neutered and that Bea could bring females to breed to him after he grew up. This provides more stories than anyone probably wants to hear but suffice it to say that he was very much “in lust” with our stuffed animals as he got older, which we didn’t fully understand at the time and thought it was equally funny and disgusting. Tuffie wasn’t really that tough but he was a lot of fun to tease for us kids. When we would go camping my little sister and I would ride in the camper along with the dog and we would take turns holding his tail while the other one would blow in his face and he would act like he was going to kill, though in retrospect I think he knew it was a game because if he had really bitten either of us we would have probably let his tail go, in fact I know we would have. As he got older he developed an aversion to having his picture taken. Once he figured out there was a camera pointed at him he would put his tail between him legs and slink off. I guess he believed it was going to “steal his soul” so to speak, ha ha! He especially hated the movie camera that our stepfather had, maybe it was because of the noise it made and when I was watching the old movies it brought back my memories of Tuffie getting freaked out and slinking off every time a camera came out, only with a still camera I could get the before or after reaction and not the in between one when he went from tail up to tail down! Funny things animals and people are!

 

Hunter Gives The Best Foot Massages I’ve Ever Had

I have a beautiful 130 pound wolf dog that I love to death and he feels the same way about me. I have a disability which he knows I have and he gives me extra love and support when he senses I need it. The most wonderful thing he does for me is he demands that I give him my feet to bathe with his big tongue and he will spend 15 minutes grooming my feet and it feels like a person taking my feet and massaging them and it feels wonderful. The disease I have makes my feet sort of numb feeling and they are very painful sometimes and when he takes m feet and gently licks them it relaxes the nerves in them and feels just like a gentle massage from a human. It amazes me that he recognizes that my feet really need what he is doing and how good it feels to have him massage them for me, I have never had a human spend so much time doing this or do as good a job as he does. I know it is part of the social relationship he has with me being he is 80 % wolf and he is treating me like I am a member of his pack but I am the only person he does this for and I truly feel he knows that his massaging my feet is something that is very good for me and it makes him feel special as well as he knows he is pleasing me. I consider this a truly special symbiotic relationship, my side of it is I love and feed him and I give him ear massages that he gets a truly blissful expression when I am gently massaging his ears, kind of the same way I feel when he massages my feet. This is a true win win relationship.

Hunter

Hunter

My Two Old Cats Are Getting Weird, Or Maybe Weirder Is Accurate!

For all of my life I have been told that my cats seem to have a lot more personality than other people’s. I have always thought it was due to a combination of things, one that if I get to choose the cat (as opposed to fate choosing it and one shows up dumped on my doorstep so to speak) I always choose the most intelligent kitten in the litter and I spend a whole lot of time with them in their formative early life and it has been scientifically proven to make people smarter the more attention they get when they are young so why wouldn’t the same thing make sense in animals? I also know I have a bit of a reputation as an animal whisperer because I have been at people’s houses having a great time with one of their cat’s or dog’s and the owner’s walk into the room and tell me that animal doesn’t like anyone and they are amazed that I have bonded with it. I was once given a 2 year old snow Bengal that the breeder had given to a friend of mine because she wanted to breed it (she had spent a year trying to produce a cat of this quality to breed to a stud she had and for 2 years it was schizoid and would have nothing to do with a male cat) and was hoping he would have better luck than her. After 6 months, during that time he was never able to pet her much less breed her, the most socialization he achieved was that if he held his hand out she would pet herself on it but he wasn’t allowed to pet her. My friend knew my reputation with animals so he offered her to me in the hope I could at least make a pet out of her. The first night I had her she was running around the house chirping as if she was happy and the next day when I fed her some canned cat food she let me pet her. She seemed to like it and then the next day she came up to be fed, she was a real beggar for treats, and she let me pet her without food and that was the beginning of a very sweet and loving friendship I had with this cat and she would also let my friends pet her. Never was it ok to pick her up but she would sit next to me on the couch and let me pet her. A year later she did allow a male Bengal to breed with her, I found out that it had to be on her turf and her terms, no going into his enclosure but he had to be allowed to go in to her bedroom. I guess you might be able to conclude there might be a control issue going on, she wanted to be in control. She had only one premature kitten out of that breeding and she came and asked me to help her with the tiny little baby that looked like a white rat more than a kitten and she allowed me to take her two hour old baby and feed it formula and give it back to her to keep it warm and she let me do this for the two days it took until her milk came in – so together we saved her baby’s life. Needless to say I kept the baby and I still have her years later and she is so much like her mom it is uncanny. But back to my original story. I also have two cats that are now 13 years old that I adopted from a local shelter when the male was 8 weeks old and about 6 months later I adopted a buddy for him from the same shelter, she was 5 months old. They became instant buddies and still are best friends to this day. All of my animals do have lots of personality for whatever reasons but these two older cats have pretty much have always had the same weird personality traits that they had as kittens. For some reason they have started walking on me as if I were a part of the furniture, instead of walking up and jumping on the couch next to me they will get on the back of the couch and walk right down from my shoulders using my stomach to walk on for balance to get to my lap. Why? It looks harder for them and it sure doesn’t feel that good to have their little paws dig into my chest and stomach as they “come on down” but the difficulty of this way of getting to my lap almost seems like it is the goal instead of being an obstacle. I wonder if they are just getting to be eccentric jerks or if they are just trying to bother me because I am sure that they know that they are. I guess old animals can get weird just like old people, senescent beings may have a lot more in common with each other than they realize!

The old cats - Mojo & Jasmine

The old cats – Mojo & Jasmine

Moonshine & her Moonbeam Kitten!
Moonshine & her Moonbeam Kitten!