Posted on: July 23rd, 2014 by Ben Gonzalez
The expression “one sick puppy” has earned a whole new meaning for me. I adopted a beautiful Mastif-Lab mix named Jolie about 3 months ago. She is the light of my life these days. At 18 months, she is now about 100 pounds of pure doggy happiness. She has turned me into a total doggy-daddy. I wake up every morning at 6am to go running or have some play time at the dog park. Sometimes with wifey, but lately.. not so much. I guess I can be an overbearing dad that worries about his princess a tad too much. “She’s not a child, she’s a dog!” is my girlfriends catch-phrase as of late. I just roll it off since it was HER idea to get a dog in the first place. An idea which I objected to. But I digress…
After about 2 – 2.5 hours, we have breakfast together and then it’s off to work. Once off work, we go on another long walk and play a bit at the apartment before she’ passes out or focuses her attention on one of her favorite toys. This is everyday now. There is no “day off” since these creatures are all encompassing responsibilities. Especially the breed since she’s still a puppy in the body of a lycanthrope. As if this wasn’t enough, we ran into a poor little Stafforshire Terrier tied up to a tree and abandoned across the street from the dog park we frequent on a fateful Friday morning. After reading the note left on him (his name is Ice, it turns out) we promptly took him to the shelter to try and identify his owner. No tags, no chip, and no identity, the 6-year old lad would have been put down in a weeks time. So I did the only thing a sucker for punishment would do to ensure the everlasting glare of his already over-doggyfied girlfriend… I took him home.
It’s been three weeks now and the apartment is almost completely doggy proof. With some ingenuity, we’re keeping the moose and lycanthrope (Ice is, himself, a hefty 85 lbs of slobbery awesomeness) from driving our downstairs neighbor insane. A few anti-fatigue mats under the area rug in the living room help make it more comfortable than without it. This helps us to keep the dogs from sleeping on the couch. Also, since they are BIG dogs, our new Pet Placemat keep their food bowls from sliding around. Luckily, the pups aren’t too fond of chewing on the mats. As far as chewing on my priced possessions, well… I’d probably do the same if I was a dog.
Posted on: May 9th, 2013 by Stag
I am sure that most of us have had a family pet as a child. I know that I certainly had a series of them. From hamsters to cats, dogs and a few birds scattered here and there â€“ no not literally scattered, and no the cats did not eat them.Â So over the past 7 to 8 years my life had been missing something, some special little place deep in the reaches of my soul longed for a little fury thing to add to my little realm of experience and life. So! My roommate and I bought a cat.
Now being as though I was a born again pet owner, and that the last time I was I would not exactly call myself aware of the world or responsibilities. So to my surprise, there are quite a few little and not so little things that one must procure and have done to these little buggers upon purchase. Itâ€™s like hidden fees when you buy a car. But I couldnâ€™t say no, so take my money I said. There are just so many different types of pet products.Â Get that little fur-ball his shots and throw in those adorable pet beds that inevitably they wonâ€™t use because the anti fatigue kitchen mats or papers that I actually need on the kitchen table will be undoubtedly more enticing.Â But tack it on, because we need that cat bed.
Then of course you need something for the little guy to eat from. As we all know cats are very finicky and picky when it comes to things like that, and no cat of mine shall be denied. So letâ€™s pick up on that little water and food bowl set shall we. But waitâ€¦we donâ€™t want to have kitty food all over the place so definitely going to need a pet placemat to keep it all neat and tidy.
So armed with vaccinations, enough pet furniture to fill the back of my truck and an adorable little fluff of kitten; I finally own an animal after all these years.
Posted on: May 8th, 2013 by Ben Gonzalez
Oh, Iâ€™m sorry. I didnâ€™t notice you reading there. I am seriously sleep deprived. I think Iâ€™ve touched on this topic before but I have a son. His name is Bobby and he has a crepuscular eating disorder. This means that he enjoys eating copious amounts of food at dawn and twilight. Occasionally heâ€™ll nibble throughout the day, but he gets up before his parents. A typical night will consist of me being out for the count rolled up with my body pillow sometime around 11:30pm midnight if Iâ€™m lucky. By 5:00am, he swats me across the face a couple of times knocking my sleeping mask off to wake me and then stares. Just stares… You see, Bobby is a cat. And what a cat. Heâ€™s an adorable little loverboy. There isnâ€™t a single violent bone on the catsâ€™ body and heâ€™s soft as a pillow. However, he is not the cleanest eater.
After stumbling my way half awake to the fridge to get him some wet food pre-dawn, I usually kick the dish on accident, spill some water, and on my worst mornings, step right ON his food from the day before… This is unacceptable according to my girlfriend, so it has been decide for me to make the investment in a pet placemat, as if we don’t have enough pet products already. That way if I spill more of the cats food (again, ME not the cat because that would be too far fetched), we can rest easy knowing that itâ€™s not on the carpet. The really very nice carpet that the cat grinds its claws on anyway. We may as well invest in some nice indoor kitchen mats and olefin carpet for him to destroy while weâ€™re at it.
Cats are jerks but… gotta love em.