I had the opportunity to review Kurgo Skipping Stones, and as I'm always on the lookout for a durable thing for Elka to gnaw on, I leaped at the chance. The Skipping Stones themselves are designed to be fun water retrieval toys, and I did make them aware that I was interested for Elka's chewing purposes, not for water retrieval (especially not this time of year!)
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Showing posts with label supervision. Show all posts
Monday, December 22, 2014
Monday, July 1, 2013
Do I smell....banana?
We spent last week in Cape Hatteras, North Carolina. The drive down is 12-13 hours for us, depending on traffic and stops. Elka is very good in the car, and doesn't even puke anymore, now that we give her Dramamine (per the vet's recommendation and instructions).
On our drive down, the car was a bit more crowded than on the way back. We had more snacks packed, more booze, y'know, things like that. At one point (probably about....hour 11), my fiancé goes "Why do I smell banana?"
On our drive down, the car was a bit more crowded than on the way back. We had more snacks packed, more booze, y'know, things like that. At one point (probably about....hour 11), my fiancé goes "Why do I smell banana?"
(car was stationary when all pictures got snapped)
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banana,
Bergan Dog Auto Harness,
car,
car safety,
Doberman,
dog,
dogs,
hatteras,
monday mischief,
north carolina,
snacks,
supervision,
travel
Thursday, January 3, 2013
Freedom? Or Negligence?
Take a moment and read this article: Hold Tight? Or Unleash?. Don't worry, I'll wait.
Finished? Do you feel kind of ambivalent? Perhaps a little disgusted?
The article, should you decide not to read it, is written by a woman, Lissa Rankin, whose 6 month old puppy was struck and killed on the road out behind her house, because (to paraphrase), said dog hated her leash and clearly wanted to be a country dog. The property is not fenced, and the author was inside preparing for a teleclass, when the poor man who struck said dog with his car called her, remorseful.
The author continues on, talking about how the dog, Bezoar (which I found to be a strange name, as "A bezoar is a ball of swallowed foreign material (usually hair or fiber) that collects in the stomach and fails to pass through the intestines." [PubMed Health]) could have been kept inside that day, much like how parents of the children at Sandy Hook might have kept their children home from school that day.
WHAT?
Finished? Do you feel kind of ambivalent? Perhaps a little disgusted?
The article, should you decide not to read it, is written by a woman, Lissa Rankin, whose 6 month old puppy was struck and killed on the road out behind her house, because (to paraphrase), said dog hated her leash and clearly wanted to be a country dog. The property is not fenced, and the author was inside preparing for a teleclass, when the poor man who struck said dog with his car called her, remorseful.
The author continues on, talking about how the dog, Bezoar (which I found to be a strange name, as "A bezoar is a ball of swallowed foreign material (usually hair or fiber) that collects in the stomach and fails to pass through the intestines." [PubMed Health]) could have been kept inside that day, much like how parents of the children at Sandy Hook might have kept their children home from school that day.
WHAT?
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Gummy Bear!
One of Elka's birthday presents was a squeaky (well, it kind of squawks) gummy bear, manufactured by J.W. Pets. They're the company that makes the "cuz" toys, if you're familiar.
I've heard good things about the cuzs, but also valuable warnings: You see, there are two kinds. One with feet that are easily gnawed off and swallowed, the others not. You might guess which kind was available when I went to the local feed store. So, gummy bear it was!
I've heard good things about the cuzs, but also valuable warnings: You see, there are two kinds. One with feet that are easily gnawed off and swallowed, the others not. You might guess which kind was available when I went to the local feed store. So, gummy bear it was!
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Doberman,
dog,
gummy bear,
jw pets,
play,
squeaky toy,
supervision
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