Dogs

Cory & Roxanne

Cory (Falcor) & Roxanne, a.k.a Jake & Elwood Blues

Cory was our second Great Pyrenees, and Roxanne was an Akita.  There were best of friends and kept each other company.

Falcor is from the Neverending Story because he reminded us of the Luck Dragon.  Roxanne was named for the Sting song.

Cory was great with kids, holding perfectly still so they could pet him. Roxanne, on the other hand, was a handful, a super guard dog, a nipper would attack if you stared at her, and not good around people or kids. 

Cory passed away from Osteosarcoma and Roxanne passed away from a complicated infection. We miss both of them.

Chipped, Snipped & Pooped!

February was the bernedoodles five month anniversary, and they went to the vet for a check-up, neutering, spaying, and chips for both. Both did fine with the surgery and stayed overnight at the vet. When they came home, both developed diarrhea, and Bonnie vomited on day three. I don’t know if it’s a side-effect of anesthesia or what. Today they started on chicken broth and rice to calm down the diarrhea. They both slept more than usual.

Overall they don’t seem to be in any distress with it all. We’ll call the vet in the morning, post-op day six, to see if they know what going on and what’s the best treatment for getting rid of diarrhea. On the vet’s scale, their weights were 33 lbs for Bonnie and 41 lbs for Clyde.

Clyde chilling

Airborne!

The pups were out in the front yard running and playing tag. It was great weather just before the storm came. This is Clyde being chased ‘airborne’ by Bonnie. Can you imagine what it’s like to be sitting on the sofa when suddenly two forty-ish-pound dogs leap from the middle of the room onto your lap?

Bonnie & Clyde posing

Bonnie (right) and Clyde (left) posing while playing this morning

Bonnie working on her ‘Vantablack’ impersonation.  Aside from being a little dusty from playing outside, her coat is very black and she is hard to see in dimly lit conditions.

Chiquita (chi chi marie)

Chi-Chi (Chiquita Marie)

Chiquita (Chi-Chi) is Sandy’s Chihuahua that we inherited. She has traveled to Texas and back and has lived in several places. Sandy’s life intervened, and Chi-Chi was back and forth between Sandy and us. Currently, she is back with us.

She is a yapper, and she bosses the bernedoodles around. They want to play with her, but she doesn’t want to play back and nips at them. Frequently she gets clumps of black fur in her mouth but doesn’t ever get down to the skin. She co-exists with the cats, walking right next to them, and they ignore each other for the most part.

Great pyrenees rescued litter mates

Buddy on the right and Sissy are brother and sister Great Pyrenees, rescued from an owner that didn’t realize how big they would get. They grew to 160 lbs and 130 lbs, respectively. They were seven months old at the time we adopted them.

They were great affectionate dogs, calm and careful with the grand-kids, and other pets, including our cats and dogs. From afar, they looked like large Golden Retrievers that are white. However, up close, they were about twice the size, and their tails were particularly magnificent.

Their breeding was unknown, but we suspect they were from a puppy mill breeder. As they got older, they both developed endocrine problems. They passed away before they were six years old. We have many fond memories of these gentle giants.

Chewbacca

Chewbacco (Chewy)

Chewy when found and then later after he was healthy and groomed.

We rescued or adopted Chewbacca when our grandkids found him abandoned on Christmas eve, 2015. We put up signs and ran notices on local social media and Petfinder, but no one claimed him. We took him to the Veterinarian and found that he was older, estimated 9 – 10 years, and he had a hair wrapped around one of his canines, it was abscessed, and he lost the tooth. It had been a long time since anyone had groomed Chewy, and he had a Star Wars sweater on that had been on for we don’t know how long, and the fur on his back had worn off. Chewy wasn’t chipped, so his owner could not be tracked down. We don’t know what his heritage was, but he appears like a mini-schnauzer, so that’s what we called his breed.

He settled in and became friends with our Chihuahua and our two rescued Great Pyrenees. Later, he became pals with the cats and kittens and was an excellent guard dog (not), barking at the slightest movement or sound from outside. He liked our move to the mini-farm and enjoyed playing on the property. He found many sounds and even flying leaves to bark at.

Chewy developed seizures late in life that didn’t respond to medication, and this last summer passed away from his seizures. We miss him, and the house feels empty without him.

skating on thin ice

Here is Bonnie running across our little pond. The pond was frozen, but the outside temperature was in the high 40s and melting fast. She got soaked from the bank’s edges but didn’t fall in, thank goodness. She’s a dare-devil, and her brother, Clyde, was also on the pond, but only briefly.

Leash training

Bonnie and Clyde are beginning leash training.  We are beginning by just letting them wear them around the house and removing them when they go out in the fenced backyard. They feel inhibited when wearing them but do respond better to training sessions.

They are scheduled for a Vet appointment next week to get chipped and neutered. This is before we have more bernedoodles running around. Today their weight was 42 lbs for Clyde and 36 lbs for Bonnie.  They are 21 weeks old.

Today, they chased one of the feral cats.  That kitty had ventured into their backyard and was chomping down on their dog food while they were inside. They danced and whined because it wasn’t one of their kitties, and I let them out the back door, and the chase was on.  Cat one, dog zero, the feral kitty easily bounded over the fence and was gone.