Sunday, November 10, 2013

Buddie 2013, Steve's mom.

Buddie's fur is slowly growing back after her surgery, which saved her life. She was bleeding internally from a ruptured ovary. Now she feels just fine and is not acting her age of almost 14 years.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Friday, July 27, 2012

Making the word 'good' really good

There is a video of Steve on Facebook, Movie 1, that shows his self control about snatching food out of my hand. I have not been able to download it to this blog, but Facebook friends can see it.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

So, Sunday morning Steve watched Tarzan testing Clair for 90 minutes. All he had to do was put his paw on a plastic bowl. Peggy finally 'cheated' and helped him do it. Silly me, I went home, got out the glass bathroom scale and Steve tested me for 70 minutes. What is so bad about touching a scale? I cheated and positioned his paw and I lost face. But, half an hour later I got some treats, put one on the scale, said OK and Steve ate it. He saw I had more treats and went for my hand, putting a paw on the scale, got the treat and then realized he had put his paw on the scale and almost jumped back, having lost face. End of test. Tuesday evening I got the dreaded scale out again and some treats and this time managed to have him put one paw on, got a treat, he put the second paw on, got another treat and I called it quits. Some dogs just know when they need to get paid before they perform, even though he really likes me, I think.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

I'm home! The cats are all over me. Steve came home yesterday and crashed on the rec room floor. After one month of not seeing Steve, Pepita decided to investigate and view her old buddy, who was dead to the world.