As a small dog, well puppy, really, I had no idea I had so much to say when I first started this guest blog. I thought I might blog once or twice. On the other hand I have a short attention span and this might be the last of my insights before I go home. What I’ve really enjoyed and been so surprised by in the past few days are the numbers of comments to my blogs from humans and dogs. I am thinking if dogs are this friendly online then perhaps I should consider being more sociable when I meet them face to face.
Today I want to write about eating (again), clothing design for dogs and evidence based veterinary medicine and my incredible assistance around this house. I haven’t really thought a lot about these things but being in this new, temporary environment has brought fresh thinking.
Eating: my breakfast was served entirely in this ball affair, a kong they say. I have to roll the thing around until the kibble falls out. It’s not easy as the thing rolls under the sofa and down the stairs. Humans don’t need to chase their food around on the floor until something falls out. Not fair. On the other hand I seemed to be full afterward and didn’t whine for more food. Maybe it’s because it took me longer to eat.
Clothing design: who in the world designs dog clothing? Well humans of course but do they ever consider things from a dog’s perspective. Take dog boots for example. I can see why they’ve been made but really did anyone consult a design engineer or an ergonomics specialist? I have 4 boots and they are hard to put on and the humans never do them up right for they come off after a few minutes. They have poor traction. Haven’t you guys ever heard of Yaktrax?
Evidence based veterinary medicine: one of my temporary masters has a bit of knowledge about evidence based medicine (EBM) for humans and she was asking me if the same existed for animals. I was looking around and it seems that there is nowhere near as much EBM in veterinary medicine. And that’s plain wrong, on so many levels. For all the resources that go into animal care in the developed world, you’d think somewhere there would be a push for information that is evidence based and gives the straight good on cost effectiveness. I may start a campaign. There should be databases where veterinarians and owners could look up things and know how much objective evidence exists for a certain treatment or intervention.
Helping around this house. It snowed a great deal last night and I did enjoy a romp in fresh snow but today I am mostly napping. I did help with the Globe and Mail Crossword. They say I wasn’t all that much help but I think keeping someone company is always a help.
Well, here I am into day three of what I was told would be a fun vacation for me while my owners were away. You’ll have a great time Squidge, they said. Oh yeah, if they only knew what it was like. That leads me to the title of this blog. I don’t want to overreact but if someone out there in the blogosphere has a 1-800 number or an email address for a Puppy Helpline, please send it to me. I’d like to be in touch with an unbiased but knowledgeable third party. It’s about how I am being treated. They make me go for walks when I want to stay inside. I’ve already told you that but today, in addition to that grievance, I have another one.
It’s about the food and the absolute unfairness of the situation. I like the food, mind you. It’s some sort of new dog food and I can’t wait to be fed and to eat up every last bit. The thing is, I want more when my bowl is empty. And they won’t give me more. And then to add insult to injury the human eats in front of me when she’s “hungry” . Well, not exactly in front but up high, well above me, and she tries to hide the fact she’s eating but I can smell it. I do my best to make her feel guilty by sitting at her feet and looking up at her with a slightly mournful expression. It’s all fine to be a human and go over to the cupboard and pick out something to eat anytime you want but quite another thing to be a dog and be at the mercy of that human who is free to eat whenever she wants. Not fair.
There have been communications back and forth about this new dog food and how much I am to receive in a day. They are giving me amount recommended for a 10 lb dog but since I heard that I’ve been thinking I know where the problem lies. I am not 10 lbs, I am sure I weigh at least 20 lbs. and so my ration should be increased. And that’s why I want the 1-800 number as I ‘m sure someone there will come to my aid. Can anyone help?
On the bright side, the human members of this household have exposed me to a new cultural experience. At my regular home I watch TV that 30 somethings like to watch. Here the crowd is up more in years and they don’t act the same. They get into their pyjamas at 9pm (sometimes earlier!) and they watch public television. I am now watching the mystery series Poirot every evening before I go to bed. I think we will make it through a whole season before I go home. He’s a dapper character, Poirot and I’m sure he’d be my friend if I were to meet him. There are no dogs in the show so far but if a dog appears I am going to watch to see how much they are fed.
It’s hard to put on a smiley face in these conditions but I do my best.
My temporary masters and I are now in day two of our vacation together. I am not quite sure about them. They talk to me a lot. They ask me all sorts of questions. I presume they are rhetorical questions and they don’t really expect an answer. So I don’t answer although I do tilt my head to one side to let them know I am listening.
My world is viewed from 12 inches off the ground. It’s a big world out there and things like a leaf blowing down the street can be quite unnerving. I weigh only 10 pounds or so and big winds are also intimidating. And they keep taking me outside. More about that later in this, my second instalment as a guest blogger.
My temporary masters seem to care about me. Although it was a bit scary yesterday when somehow I got into the laundry room and the door was closed behind me. I must have been there at least 5 or 10 minutes before my very strategic but ‘I’m not really that bummed out’ little yelps sent them on a hunt to find me. They say I opened and closed the door myself but that’s hardly possible. Anyway I emerged happy as can be, sort of a ‘ta da!’ when they opened the door.
It’s cold and windy here and I am not very happy about going outside. Frankly I’d rather not. They talk to me a lot when they are taking me outside. I am not eager to come to the door. In fact sometimes when they play fetch with me and the ball lands near the outside door I’ve taken to leaving it there in case the outside swallows me up when I get nearby. I think they should give me more snacks around walk time and that might help mould my attitude.
All this blogging has made me sleepy. And so, until another time, I remain.
I am a dog who has come to stay at this house for a little while. Not long, I heard. Be a good boy, I heard before my owners went out the door. Well, I thought, if this is to be a new experience, why not really go for it. I’ve decided I’ll blog a bit about the experience while I’m here. Of course I can’t really blog or use a computer or speak but my temporary sitters think they can read my mind or at the very least they will impose their thinking into my actions.
This is me below. I knew something was up when my owners starting packing suitcases. Something’s happening my little doggie brain told me. This can’t be good so I will attack the travel pillow. When that activity came to an abrupt end I thought I’d see if I could camouflage myself and get packed into the suitcase. Imagine their delight I thought, when they open their suitcases at the end of a journey and “ta da!!!” I jump out!
The strategy didn’t work and here I am in a new environment. I hope these people know something about canine care.