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December 8th, 2017

Happy Birthday and Gotchaversary to Roxy!!

Posted by teri in Uncategorized    

Today is six (6!!!) months since Roxy joined the family. Boy howdy, have they gone quickly – makes my head spin. She celebrated this morning in true Roxy fashion. As we walked into the kitchen for breakfast, she leaped past me, onto the kitchen counter. It appears Roxy believes the counter leaping is a pretty cool trick. Technically, I suppose it is. She was quite puzzled when I started yelling at her. There were also muddy footprints all over the counter when I got home last night. Footprints that could not, would not, ever be mistaken for Wallee’s. I moved Wallee’s food to the top of frig a few days ago and so far, so good. Three and half days and Wallee’s food bowl continues as it should. Don’t think there haven’t been attempts – believe me she’s trying. I’m quite certain it’s just a matter of time. But I’ll deal with that when it happens.

Also! last Saturday was her second birthday! I strongly suspect I will not see a more mature, calmer dog anytime soon. But one can hope.

In other news, that surprisingly, oddly, turned itself into good news, “Prince Charming” next door called animal control and complained about Roxy’s barking. It’s a first offense so nothing bad (yet). Third strike and they take her away. Sounds horrible, right? But it’s just the boot in the tucas I needed. I am going out with a real estate broker on Sunday to look for a new place to live. Something with more space for both Roxy and I and fewer close neighbors (among other things on the wish list). And I never would have even thought to do this if Roxy hadn’t made the current situation untenable. I believe one of the things Roxy came into my life for was to get me out of this current living situation. Inchallah, I will find a place in the ballpark of my “dream home” and my living expenses should be less if things work out the way I hope (fingers crossed). So there’s that. Believe me, I will undoubtedly be whining and beating my breast at some point if only because moving is such an unholy PITA. We all, also, have to think happy good thoughts that my current home will sell quickly and for a good price. It won’t go on the market until February or March.

As for Prince Charming, I’m planning/hoping to negotiate with him – if I keep Roxy in the house in the mornings and on weekends, will he please, please back off on calling animal services. Let him know we’ll be departing for healthier (for us) parts as soon as is practical. This too requires good happy thoughts that he’ll find some semblance of humanity and agree. In order to pull off this move (and get the house ready for market), I (desperately) need the breathing room that will come with not having to worry about him.

So there’s the latest and greatest. I’m very excited.

love to all

Teri, the Roxinator and Angel Isa

December 1st, 2017

Photographic Evidence

Posted by teri in Uncategorized    

Albeit of rather poor quality. My phone, and therefore my camera, are edging into dinosaur territory.

Yesterday morning I went from putting one dining room chair on the kitchen counter to two chairs. When I got home last night, both chairs were on the floor and poor Wallee’s bowl was, once again, empty. My camera phone focuses so mind-numbingly slowly, that Miss Thang has inevitably moved before the shutter goes. When I started taking this, she was looking at me and wagging her tail. I suffered a bit of a conflict between satisfying the Tripawd necessity for a photo and hollering at her.

Clearly, I still don’t have a workable solution and she’s becoming increasingly brazen (not to mention pleased with herself).

Happy Friday all!

Love,

Teri, the (incorrigible) Roxinator and Angel Isa

 

November 17th, 2017

Just When I thought

Posted by teri in Uncategorized    

I could walk into the house after work with a belief that I could relax and not clean the house before dinner. HA! Roxy has been quiet the past couple of weeks (yes, one notable exception discussed below). We have been of free of redecorating since my last post – a month almost exactly.

She was just saving it up.

I thought I was safe – the toilet paper is now kept in locations inconvenient to canine and human alike. It never occurred to me she might move on to paper towels. Foolishly, I thought the paper towels out of her reach, located as they were in the furthest corner of my U-shaped kitchen counter – I can barely reach them. Once again, wrong, wrong, wrong. But an easy clean-up.

HOWEVER:

I have now learned that my living room rug is exactly the color of whole wheat spaghetti. Do you know how hard it is to vacuum up spaghetti? Easy to break it up with the vacuum to the necessary small bits but in doing so, the bits bounce. Everywhere. And disappear into the same-colored rug. I spent a good half hour vacuuming an 8×10 space.

And “someone” sulked the remainder of the evening, evidently due to my sin of picking up her snack.

I’m left with several questions:

  1. How did she reach the paper towels and pasta jar? They were next to each other in the far back corner.
  2. How did she carry the glass canister (3″ on a side) from the kitchen to the living room – without spilling any of it? There was not a single piece of pasta on the floor between Point A and Point B. One might think she’d eaten it but a clean sweep of one section of the floor and not the other makes little sense.
  3. For that matter, how did she not break the canister? She has dew claws but not thumbs. Maybe she’s magic?

Also in the “magic” category – something I did not notice until bedtime (much to Wallee’s dismay) – Roxy had cleaned out Wallee’s food dishes that live on a shelf a full five feet off the floor. Roxy has pulled the dishes down from there before now, to the destruction of the dishes. This time, they were neatly stacked on top of one another. How did she do that?

UPDATE and Mystery solved!

Same scenario when I got home last night – Wallee’s dishes licked clean and unbroken. I put some more kibble in and went upstairs to change my clothes. … Strange noises from downstairs … I race down the stairs, hollering at Roxy from the halfway point, just on principle. I come around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and look into the kitchen

(are you ready for this?)

She is standing on top of the kitchen counter. I did not manage a photo but I have made a special re-creation just for y’all.

Obviously the picture is not to scale – Roxy is bigger than that. Also, she does, in fact, have back feet in real life. So my kangaroo/mountain goat dog has been hopping up onto the counter and standing on the pass through (if not worse) to reach Wallee’s bowl. Said bowl is now moved further down the shelf, which terrifies me in the event Roxy decides to walk along the (not entirely stable) shelf to reach the prize. In the hopes of avoiding that scenario, I left a dining room chair upside down on the counter. All things considered, I am only vaguely optimistic that has kept her off the counter in my absence.

I do not have a clue what I’m going to do about this. Move furniture on a daily basis? It’s one thing for a 10 pound cat to walk on the counter, quite another for an 80 pound dog. For the first time since I moved into this place, I’m glad the counters are beat-to-hell laminate. If only she would stop eating other people and dogs, we could do some agility training. Clearly she’d be good at it.

I cannot win – but we knew that. Any suggestions for the immediate issue are massively welcome.

The scope of this week’s antics are probably in celebration for coming off our ten-day house arrest. During that period, I have been … let’s go with “tweaked” with her and she’s been (relatively) quiet and subdued. I was also coming home at lunch on work days to let her out to potty. Some of the above may have to do with her displeasure at my noon-time absence.

Why were we on house arrest? Excellent question and the answer is one I have yet to find some/much/any humor in. Two weeks ago I was working in the garage and had the “big” door open. Unfortunately, the door into the house was not latched (because I’m a dumb ass) and Roxy pushed through. She hit the edge of the garage, took off at full speed, and bit the neighbor (who was innocently weeding her front yard). And this was the nice neighbor that has made such an effort with Roxy, put up with so much from her. I grabbed Roxy and hauled her back to the house and went back to check on the neighbor. The bite could have been worse, but that’s my take on it and arguably I’m not objective. I won’t bore y’all with the gory details but paramedics and animal control turned up, reports were filed, tickets issued and house arrest ordered.

So we’ve gotten through that. I am now completely vigilant about doors at the front of the house, something I should have been doing all along. I do not understand, have no clue, what she was thinking, why she did that. It felt/feels out of character to me but, again, I am not objective.

I guess we’ll call it a mixed month and move on. Sorry to have rambled on so very long and even sorrier to end on a bummer story. I have no doubt the Roxy antics will continue – at least until the house falls down around our ears. Then I’ll just post from the rubble.

Happy Friday everyone!

jamm rekk

Teri and the Roxinator and Angel Isa

 

 

October 17th, 2017

Child proof but not dog proof

Posted by teri in Uncategorized    

But then nothing in my world is dog proof.

My apologies, I have been derelict in my entertainment duties in these here parts. I had to go to California last weekend for family stuff and that consumed the bulk of available resources: time, money, energy and sense of humor. I think I have now achieved some level of caught-up-ness. At least, I’m going to pretend that’s the case. Being caught up is a figment of our individual and collective imaginations anyway, not to mention being highly overrated.

So in a desperate attempt to leave no stone unturned in finding ways to get Roxy happier, more settled, less destructive, less afraid, what-have-you, I have enlisted the help of an “animal communicator”. I sent a list of questions I wanted to ask Roxy and photos (full face and full side views). This is one I took that I especially like, it seems the most “her”.

I haven’t quite made up my mind about the concept or what she’s had to say thus far but she is certainly committed to helping Roxy get better. She went out of her way to talk to our trainer (pro bono) and suggested a different formula of CBD oil that is now ordered. The stuff we have now doesn’t seem to be of much help. Thus far, what she has said falls mostly in the category of “painfully obvious”: that Roxy is afraid all the time and was abused in her first home – shamed for not being aggressive enough in defending her home turf – that would certainly explain why no one is allowed near the house.  I still have some time left (prepaid) with her after we see how this new CBD oil works. Stand by for further reports.

Clearly it is not an immediate fix. In the on-going battle of wits between Roxy and I, I thought to try a child-proof lock on the cabinet under the kitchen sink. I find it inconvenient to have the trash can across the room in the pantry. I tested the lock and there was more wiggle room than I felt was advisable so I put the magnetic catches back on so the magnets would grab and close the inch gap.

You can see how successful the experiment was:

Fortunately, I had just taken the trash out so there wasn’t much to spread across the house. I have no idea how she did it but somehow she managed to yank the frame off the cabinet door. I suppose it was a success to the extent that the lock remained on the knob? That’s a very slim straw to clutch but clutch it I shall.

You can see the extent of her remorse:

Pretty much non existent. I think we can officially call it: I have lost the battle and the war. At least on the home front. I’m just waiting for her to figure out to open the doors around the house. Not a single knob, all levers, well within the abilities of an intelligent, determined dog. And we have more that proven that she is that.

That said, I had to board her while I was in California. How scary is that? And guess what? She did beautifully! Ran and played and ran and collapsed exhausted at the end of the day. The owner said she didn’t hear her bark until I was there picking her up and someone had the audacity to come into the office.

As a reward we stopped at Starbucks:

Clearly horrible stuff. Just horrible. So bad, she volunteered to take the lot of it out back to dispose of.

That’s about it for now in our world. I hope you and yours are all doing well!

Love,

Teri, the Roxinator and Angel Isa

September 27th, 2017

A weekend of miracles

Posted by teri in Uncategorized    

We’ll save those for the end. And since I have been told Roxy and I are designated Tripawds entertainment, I give you Exhibit A:

The scene that greeted me on my arrival home last night. Multi-effort destruction: TP holder and TP from upstairs, dishes and trash bag from under the sink, brand new scrubber things also from under the sink with the foam portion (evidently) consumed, both cat beds from upstairs and (not pictured) the grill cover and brush. There is a possibility the wind caused or at least started the grill cover’s demise. It was on it’s last legs. Other losses include the spatula and some tupperware, the grill brush may have some life left. Please note the empty dog food can in “her” chair. Thank goodness the trash was largely empty. For the record, the cabinets under the sink close with magnetic catches, all I ever needed to keep Isa out – “someone” has figured out how to open them. I have velcro on them now but I don’t think that will last long. I need to come up with another solution. Fast.

In between weekend miracles, I did some remediation. The bottom hinge of the gate in the back fence looked like this:

yes, a nice big strong iron hinge bent enough to leave a gap potentially large enough that someone (besides Wallee) could squeeze through. So now the gate is no longer a gate and looks like this:

Pretty isn’t it? As near as I can tell there’s some sort of contest between us. I try to foil her attempts at destruction; she laughs and finds new, more horrible, methods. I’m pretty sure I’m losing.

Moving on to the initial, albeit subjective, miraculous incident of the weekend: after almost four months of not once acknowledging the existence of the dog door, Roxy started using it Friday night with no effort on my part, evidently simply a matter of motivation. Fall has definitely arrived here (snow on the mountains this morning) and it has been cool enough I want the back door closed. And I have been stinky about getting up and down every 30 seconds to let her in and/or out . The dog door does slow her down somewhat – no more full speed ahead with a head-butt to knock the screen open. No wonder I’ve repaired the back screen door twice this summer. Well, the screen part has been fixed; the chewed up frame has yet to be repaired. One can only do so much.

The true, real and huge miracle:

My neighbors (the good ones) stopped by Saturday. Roxy made her usual sincere promise to eat them when they arrived. I got her harness on psycho dog, not sure how, and put her in time out in the bathroom. Rhae and hubs and I talked for a while and then hubs bailed before the hound was released, can’t say that I blame him. Rhae and I talked a little more and, when she was mentally braced, I put the leash on R and brought her out of the bathroom. A moment of hesitation but no psychotic break, no barking. She walked right up to Rhae, said hello, and sniffed for treats. I almost fainted and had to document the occasion. Bless her, Rhae has been brave enough to have made several attempts with the Roxinator over the past couple of months so between that and the harness and leash, a true miracle:

I wouldn’t say Roxy was 100% relaxed and on board but she was such a good girl! Yes, we did reward with treats – I am not a monster, in spite of what she says.

And I’m counting this as another miracle, although some of you may disagree. The Wicked Witch of the West neighbor? That moved away the middle of the summer? She texted Sunday and wants to make up. I would have bet money I was never going to hear from her again. So I texted back and at some point we’ll talk. I plan to exercise a few more boundaries and a lot of caution with her. I will bet the farm that she will never, ever darken my door. A safe bet don’t you think?

So there’s this week’s litany of destruction and miracles. Stand by.

hugs to all!

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