Saturday, January 28, 2012

Rigel on a treadmill

To start, practice the command "treadmill" by having your dog stand on the track facing the console. This will be the running position, so after a few instances of you helping your dog into the proper place she should climb on and stand on the treadmill when you say on her own. You can use treats and praise to help your dog consider the treadmill a good place. The video explains the rest. I should add that I would discourage from petting/treats while the dog is running because it can be too distracting and before you know it your dog slips off the track. This can be traumatizing to your pup and damaging to the trust between you, not to mention she could get hurt. So you must always supervise your dog while she's running and never to attach her to the handles by lead or similar (this is also a safety concern). So don't forget to give lots of verbal praise and have fun!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

New year and the joys of parenthood.

What better time to write a post than at three am the day after your birthday? I wish I could even say I stayed up this late because of the ridiculous amount of fun I was having (I did have a spectacular amount of fun, but it ended at a reasonable hour of "before eleven").

Let's start with the fact that yesterday Rigel spent 10-15 minutes sitting on her "place", a mat by the patio door. When I don't ask her to do this, it sometimes happens when we're bringing in groceries. The connection of '"place" before I get my breakfast/dinner' seems to have two-way causality in her doggy mind. I ignored it for a while, because while she was staring at me intently she didn't make a noise, then on a whim decided to open the door and let her out. Good thing, because the stare meant "I really really need to go outside. Really."

I gave the poor puppy a bit of canned pumpkin which is supposed to help a little with tummy problems, and she did seem to feel better after a while (maybe a short nap helped). She definitely was very happy to see her canine BFF and neighbor Mabel. But at 2:30 a.m. I was woken up by the sound of her nails clicking in a circle on the floor of her crate. I sat up and as soon as my eyes adjusted I could just make out three black dots in the shadow of her crate focusing all their mind power in my direction.

Like any good parent I hopped out of bed and popped open the crate, sprinting toward the patio with Rigel hot on my heels. Just as before, a continuation of what I hope is a doggy 24 hour stomach flu. I hope the playtime with her buddy didn't stress her out needlessly and that she'll be back to 100% tomorrow.

With that said, dear reader, I assure you that this is not the highlight of my 2012 so far. I plan to catch the blogosphere up on all the new year business (starting with the old year) shortly. For now I'm getting back in bed. Yawn.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

How to wash wool.

On the bright side, Tu did the laundry while I was in class. On the other hand, the second iteration of my tunic suffered an untimely demise because he managed to throw in my handwash only pile in with the rest of the clothes. For comparison, in its previous state, the tunic resembled this.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

School is tough.

I can't wait for Thanksgiving break.