Special Sauce

A mish-mash of twisted thoughts from a fevered ego. Updated when the spirit moves me, contents vary and may have settled during shipping. Do not open towards eyes. Caution: Ingestion of Special Sauce may cause hair loss, halitosis, and a burning sensation while urinating.


I am... Perplexed.

I'm also posting this from the incomprable G. Monkey's spacious abode. To my left is a finally sleeping bull terrier named Diesel.
I need your help, because I have pretty much zero experience with dogs, and Diesel and I are going to become really good friends over the next ten days or so.

Is it normal for a female dog to bite the living hell her dog bed, and forcibly require it to become her "special friend"? Because she's been doing that for most of the morning, and it has been, understandably, freaking me out a bit. Not to mention that she apparently decided that one of the couch pillows was to be her "special friend" too, and she killed it. I walked in to the house at 7:30 this morning to find foam guts EVERYWHERE in the front room. Aiee.

Tried walking her, to no avail, tried offering her any number of her toys, which she snubbed. She is just coming off of her doggie period, so perhaps she just really wants to get laid. At any rate, lets hope she curbs this habit really, really quickly.

In other news, I am going to continue to enjoy my afternoon of nothing but Poirot mysteries. As the week progresses, I'll make my way through to the Nero Wolfe goodies too. Being in someone else's house, with their prodigious library is like being in heaven. (And the gigantic comfy chair isn't hurting things either.)

More later on the worst housesitting gig ever (NOT this one), a bit more about birthday madness, and other... stuff.


Blogger Memphis Word Nerd said...

Perplexing, indeed.

Growing up, I had a dachshund who used to get rather...odd after going into heat. She would actually have false pregnancies, complete with weight gain and nesting tendencies. After a couple weeks of this, she would "give birth" (cry and howl a lot, pacing around like she was in pain for a few hours). Then she would carry a squeak toy around for a few days and cry when it wouldn't nurse (yes, she actually lactated!). We'd finally take away the toy b/c she'd become increasingly frantic. After about 2 days of grieving for it, she'd forget all about the whole debacle until the next time she went into heat. This happened for a couple of years until we finally got her spayed. Poor dog!

12:03 PM  
Blogger Special Sauce said...

This morning she left me a little "present" just outside the pool room door, but it was easily cleaned up. I'm surprised she didn't bark last night, because I would have taken her out. She wanted to destroy the big cushion this morning as I was leaving, and I thwarted her. (I blocked the room with dining room chairs, and made a diesel-proof [i hope] wall.)

I'll let you know tonight how things went.

And that IS an odd dachshund! Must have been wild growing up with her!

1:11 PM  

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