Apparently, pet grooming services abroad offer a new way for bathing dogs and cats. They call this the Pet Washing Machine. It literally works like one, complete with the wash/dry buttons.
Here's the video of the cat inside the machine. Clearly, the cat is not loving it. Trauma alert! I feel bad for her:
And here's the video of the dog, who didn't lose it like that cat above and seemed okay with it:
I'm just not sure all dogs will behave like this one. I highly doubt any of my male dogs will. They don't even like bathing the traditional way.
What do you think of a Pet Washing Machine? It does seem like a convenient way to clean pets. But convenience vs. trauma? I don't know. It's probably best not to use this.
How big is this thing, anyways? Would I fit inside it? *planning to bathe inside a pet washing machine*
2.28.2011
Here, There & Everywhere...SAVE!!!!
Like Bob, it's not easy to take a photo of Marty's face up close. It's like this dog can sense when I do that. It's as if he knows I take pictures so that I can post something online.
If it were possible, I think Marty inherited this trait from their human-brother, our son, who practically chides me each time I violate his, uh, "privacy policy". Marty knows when I have my phone-cam on. And he does his best to avoid it. Wants nothing to do with me when I have it in my hand.
However, off camera? Marty wants everything to do with me. He is on me ALL THE TIME. Even when I pee in the bathroom, he's there. He'd watch me do my business. He would even try to sit on my lap sometimes. As I do my business! (His mother used to watch me, too but has since learned to respect my "privacy policy".)
Marty is over-eager whenever he sees me. And when I say over-eager? Think of a yapping dog, with his tail wagging, his body twitching and his ears slightly pointed downwards-backwards. It's a pain to be followed by a dog all the time, but Marty knows the power of looking cute and irresistible. He's a master of this (which is why of all the dogs, we think he's most handsome). I turn to jelly each time he works his charm.
He also loves my lap. So much. Perhaps wants to marry my lap. I dunno what drug Marty took to fall in love with my lap. But as soon as he sees me sit down anywhere, he takes ownership of it. Remember how as kids, we try to claim a spot we want, or a seat we want, we would shout "Save!" to announce to anyone within hearing distance that it is ours? That's how I imagine Marty does it every time. His siblings know fully well my lap is his and his alone.
He has a quirk, however.
When it's time to sleep at night and all the dogs are on the bed with us? Marty actually prefers to sleep under the TV. There's a certain time at night where, after he's had enough of my lap, he jumps off the bed and stays under the TV till it's time to wake up in the morning.
I find that weird. Like an auto-shut off feature. My lap, however, finds that a relief.
Anyway, this photo was taken about two days ago by Sean, while Marty and him were playing "Pretend Marty's a raccoon". I don't know how that game goes. My human kid and dog kids have their own language. But this one's awfully cute!
And yes, we have a photo of Marty this time. He didn't shy away from the phone-cam. Because that's not Marty. That's a raccoon!
If it were possible, I think Marty inherited this trait from their human-brother, our son, who practically chides me each time I violate his, uh, "privacy policy". Marty knows when I have my phone-cam on. And he does his best to avoid it. Wants nothing to do with me when I have it in my hand.
However, off camera? Marty wants everything to do with me. He is on me ALL THE TIME. Even when I pee in the bathroom, he's there. He'd watch me do my business. He would even try to sit on my lap sometimes. As I do my business! (His mother used to watch me, too but has since learned to respect my "privacy policy".)
Marty is over-eager whenever he sees me. And when I say over-eager? Think of a yapping dog, with his tail wagging, his body twitching and his ears slightly pointed downwards-backwards. It's a pain to be followed by a dog all the time, but Marty knows the power of looking cute and irresistible. He's a master of this (which is why of all the dogs, we think he's most handsome). I turn to jelly each time he works his charm.
He also loves my lap. So much. Perhaps wants to marry my lap. I dunno what drug Marty took to fall in love with my lap. But as soon as he sees me sit down anywhere, he takes ownership of it. Remember how as kids, we try to claim a spot we want, or a seat we want, we would shout "Save!" to announce to anyone within hearing distance that it is ours? That's how I imagine Marty does it every time. His siblings know fully well my lap is his and his alone.
He has a quirk, however.
When it's time to sleep at night and all the dogs are on the bed with us? Marty actually prefers to sleep under the TV. There's a certain time at night where, after he's had enough of my lap, he jumps off the bed and stays under the TV till it's time to wake up in the morning.
I find that weird. Like an auto-shut off feature. My lap, however, finds that a relief.
Anyway, this photo was taken about two days ago by Sean, while Marty and him were playing "Pretend Marty's a raccoon". I don't know how that game goes. My human kid and dog kids have their own language. But this one's awfully cute!
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| The raccoon formerly known as Marty. |
And yes, we have a photo of Marty this time. He didn't shy away from the phone-cam. Because that's not Marty. That's a raccoon!
2.27.2011
I Don't Do Photoshoots! Nor Kisses! Can I Bite You Instead?
By contrast (to Eddie), we can never quite see Bob being affectionate. It doesn't suit his built and personality. He's distant and would never do those cute antics. He doesn't do "puppy-dog eyes" like this one:
This cuteness? It's beyond him.
I've tried many times to ask for a kiss from Bob, but the dog would just look at my face blankly. I even did the "pweeze" face at him and I'm pretty sure in his mind he's saying, "Ano ka te, hilo???"
He would, however, come up close to Philip and wag his tail at him. When I say "up close", I mean IN YOUR FACE close. Like inches apart. Like someone near-sighted trying very hard to look at your face. It's his favorite thing to do, I think because we'd see him do this regularly. And only to his human-dad. And only when he sees his dad working on something in his laptop.
The other thing about Bob? I could never get a decent picture of him. NEVER.
This set was taken this morning, since I'm working my way to introducing the pets on this blog. And see? Not one decent shot of his gorgeous face:
This dog also bites. Whenever he's excited, he'd bite. Albeit, playfully.
The cable guys were here a few days ago, and the dogs were following them around, Bob included. At one point, I heard one of the cable guys said, "Ayayayayay!!" Bob apparently jumped at him to nibble his hand. When I scolded him, he was looking at the cable guy and he seemed to say, "C'mon, dude. I was just playing with you!"
Now that biting and jumping? Bob thinks *that* is cute.
This cuteness? It's beyond him.
I've tried many times to ask for a kiss from Bob, but the dog would just look at my face blankly. I even did the "pweeze" face at him and I'm pretty sure in his mind he's saying, "Ano ka te, hilo???"
He would, however, come up close to Philip and wag his tail at him. When I say "up close", I mean IN YOUR FACE close. Like inches apart. Like someone near-sighted trying very hard to look at your face. It's his favorite thing to do, I think because we'd see him do this regularly. And only to his human-dad. And only when he sees his dad working on something in his laptop.
The other thing about Bob? I could never get a decent picture of him. NEVER.
This set was taken this morning, since I'm working my way to introducing the pets on this blog. And see? Not one decent shot of his gorgeous face:
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| No to paparazzi! |
This dog also bites. Whenever he's excited, he'd bite. Albeit, playfully.
The cable guys were here a few days ago, and the dogs were following them around, Bob included. At one point, I heard one of the cable guys said, "Ayayayayay!!" Bob apparently jumped at him to nibble his hand. When I scolded him, he was looking at the cable guy and he seemed to say, "C'mon, dude. I was just playing with you!"
Now that biting and jumping? Bob thinks *that* is cute.
Best. Kisser. Ever!
Eddie loves to kiss. None of Eddie's kids can kiss the way he does this. NO ONE.
He slobbers all over the face.
He'd close his eyes.
He can do it for over twenty minutes, if he wants to.
He'd kiss anybody.
Eddie is a real tease.
This morning, it was my turn to get those wet kisses.
It's a good thing his mouth smells better this week.
And if I weren't so careful or I forget to close my mouth? I'd get French-kissed by Eddie.
Seriously.
He slobbers all over the face.
He'd close his eyes.
He can do it for over twenty minutes, if he wants to.
He'd kiss anybody.
Eddie is a real tease.
This morning, it was my turn to get those wet kisses.
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| Kissing scene. |
It's a good thing his mouth smells better this week.
And if I weren't so careful or I forget to close my mouth? I'd get French-kissed by Eddie.
Seriously.
2.26.2011
A Little Drama For Momma
I didn't think my first post about Frasier on this blog would be this little "sad" story.
He injured his leg this morning. He did it to himself. The dog jumped some two meters long and didn't land quite perfectly.
Worse, he did it 2x.
And whimpered both times.
Both times, he called for help. I was nearest when he got hurt the first time, so naturally my instinct was to scoop him up, carry him to my lap, soothe him with my voice and massage his leg.
Well, the darn dog must have thought, "Wow! Free massage!!!" Coz the 2nd time it happened, which was about thirty minutes apart by the way...Frasier milked it for all the attention he can get.
So, now he's playing the helpless victim. You would think he's been beaten and that his injury's really bad.
Just look at this face:
I took this photo a few moments after they had lunch, where Frasier was able to walk to his food bowl. Which meant that while the leg was hurt, he was actually fine.
Except... Marty and him got into a fight in the middle of eating. And then Frasier probably remembered his leg was supposed to be hurting. So you know what he did when we tried to stop Marty and him from quarreling over food? Cried loudly and then raised his leg as if to say, "I'm not the bad guy here, see I'm hurt?! Punish Marty!"
My son, Sean, had a good laugh. "Tinaas pa niya talaga paa niya, Ma."
This dog has a future. I can hear it now: "And the Best Dramatic Dog Actor Award goes to..."
He injured his leg this morning. He did it to himself. The dog jumped some two meters long and didn't land quite perfectly.
Worse, he did it 2x.
And whimpered both times.
Both times, he called for help. I was nearest when he got hurt the first time, so naturally my instinct was to scoop him up, carry him to my lap, soothe him with my voice and massage his leg.
Well, the darn dog must have thought, "Wow! Free massage!!!" Coz the 2nd time it happened, which was about thirty minutes apart by the way...Frasier milked it for all the attention he can get.
So, now he's playing the helpless victim. You would think he's been beaten and that his injury's really bad.
Just look at this face:
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| Hurting... Keep rubbing my legs, Mom! |
I took this photo a few moments after they had lunch, where Frasier was able to walk to his food bowl. Which meant that while the leg was hurt, he was actually fine.
Except... Marty and him got into a fight in the middle of eating. And then Frasier probably remembered his leg was supposed to be hurting. So you know what he did when we tried to stop Marty and him from quarreling over food? Cried loudly and then raised his leg as if to say, "I'm not the bad guy here, see I'm hurt?! Punish Marty!"
My son, Sean, had a good laugh. "Tinaas pa niya talaga paa niya, Ma."
This dog has a future. I can hear it now: "And the Best Dramatic Dog Actor Award goes to..."
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