Champagne! For lunch!

Forget lunch, I say let’s have it for breakfast!! Please?

As for the Bitter Apple spray – it’s never to be sprayed directly in the mouth. It’s only to be sprayed on the items you don’t want the dog to chew on.

Bitter apple is good for most dogs…just not mine, who actually like it. You could spray it on the trash can, and perhaps around the area where Leta’s toys are kept. Another thought would be to close the bathroom door when you leave. There is also a product or two out there to keep a dog from licking his…parts, either because they have a wound or just like that empty ball sac noise. It might make your life a little less stressed, but then you wouldn’t write about it anymore either. Maybe the Congressman would like champagne when you leave? As for teething, the oldest remedy should appeal to you: When the child cries because of teething (or for whaever reason, for that matter), pour a shot of Good whiskey. Take your finger, dip it in the whiskey and rub it on the childs gums. You Drink the rest. Problem solved!
Cheers!

That picture is simply yummy…

Dooce you rock my world. I’m a regular reader but never comment, but it has to be said – you rock! Don’t ever change for those fuckknuckles who don’t appreciate your rockingness.

And now, i thought you might appreciate this

Delicious.

If you need me, I’ll be over here getting pissed with shaunacat. Cheers!

My dog went through a similar phase when I last moved. The remedy? I put his tennis ball under a heavy-duty milk crate…the kind you use in college for storage…he’ll spend 30 minutes trying to figure out how to either lift it with his snout or flip it over with his paw. By the time he gets it, he is mentally and physically exhausted….coupled with some bitter apple sprayed on the trash can and you’re on your way to a relief….by the way, what’s the status of the dooce.com t-shirts?

Who knew photos of booze would evoke so much dog-rearing advice? Certainly not me. Color me shallow; I’m just thirsty, now….

Is anyone else pronouncing champagne like the Continental from SNL? You know, the other funny Christopher Walkin sketches? ok. Maybe I’m the only dork.

Not wanting to be a downer or anything, but it sounds like Chuck is displaying the early signs of separation anxiety. Take it from a total stranger (that’s me) that you want to address this ASAP. There are lots of ways to address it, I’d tell you what we had to do but it’d take a while – email me if you care to hear my story, but I’m sure you can do research on the ol’ web all you like. But it’s definitely a LOT easier to deal with early on.

I bet you’re drinking Mums right?
“Meet the parents” reference. – oh well.

And that ghastly, dry, empty ball sack licking you hate? ARGH!! I hate it too, except my dogs is a female so it’s more like the ghastly, dry, pussy licking that I hate.

Chuck and my Lily must be long-lost cousins. She also has a thing for digging tissues and whatnot out of the bathroom trash and shredding them all over the floor.
We tried the bitter apple spray back in her puppy days. It never did keep her from chewing the ever-living shit out of the baby gate, nor did it keep her from chewing a hole in the vinyl floor. Hubby and I debated on trying hot pepper sauce, but decided it would be cruel.

I have found freezing a Kong filled with peanut butter keeps my dogs in lala land for a long while.

I want to hear Dawns story for future family planning.

We had to teach our dog the commands Leave It and Drop It, but those only work when we catch him with the contraband (e.g., bras, socks, underwear)

We put some snappy trainers in our trash cans and those helped him from raiding those. Snappy Trainers are essentially mouse traps with big fans attached to them,so they make a big noise when the dog sticks his nose on them, but they don’t hurt him.

Our guy usually does these bad things when he really wants attention. Even if it’s bad, he wants us to notice him.

I am waiting for the moment that Leta starts adopting Chiuck’s behaviour. She will have, by now, registered that the dog gets up to things, and will, of course, want equal opportunities. After all, what self-respecting infant would play second fiddle to an older sibling? Especially a sibling that doesn’t always pay attention. So, I foresee an entertaining series of stories about attempting to explain the difference between people and dogs.

“My only regret in life is that I did not drink more champagne.” (John Meynard Keynes)

Hey, as long as it’s noon somewhere.

So that is how you get Leta to sleep…

My dogs leave the garbage alone, but damned if I can keep them from rooting through the dirty clothes bins to demolish my underwear. And do they bother hubby’s….NO! Just mine. They do get a hold of kleenex sometimes, and lordy what a mess that makes. And oh the licking sounds. One of mine has a fetish with licking her paws. She just licks and licks and licks, and I can’t stand the sound of it.

We don’t leave toys laying around for them to get into, cause I’ve got one who demolishes absolutely anything furry and resembling a toy. Whether it is a dog toy or not.

love the shot… and in response to Amber’s post re: Christopher Walkin’s Continental sketch….You’re not the only dork.

I think you should carry Chuck in the Baby Bjorn thingy every day for ten minutes.

You mean champagne isn’t just for breakfast??!!??!

Eating tissues is NOTHING compared to what our dog does. She eats socks. Whole. Socks that don’t belong to anyone in our household. Socks found in the wild of the backyard, by the neighbor’s swing set. And they’re nice socks. We’re talking Tommy Hilfiger here. You just give her some hydrogen peroxide and BAM up come those socks.

My dog chews tissues because my ex used to feed her boogers, whih apparently she liked or she wouldn’t be always with the raiding of the bathroom trash and chewing of the tissue. – I don’t mind, at least it’s not my pradas.

My dog pouts evertime we leave…as if the last 8,000 times we left, we didn’t come home. HELLO, DOG-we always come home!

I think I am going to start hiding treats around the house and make her go on a scavenger hunt when I leave. That way, its like “party! mom’s gone!”

people are just jealous that they don’t drink champagne in the afternoon like you or i do.