Nicknames: The Kid, Ka-ching!, and Atticus of Alcatraz
Birthday: August 4th 2006
Likes: Atticus is especially interested in having whatever I am having at the moment or whatever I have just taken away from him! Most of all, though, he likes to curl up next to me under the covers and sleep the night away!
Pet-Peeves: The grandchildren annoy him, Oliver, Julio, Tupac, and Gandolph the cats drive him over the edge of sanity with their attitudes and teasing, and he is insanely jealous of anyone (even his adopted sister, Aquinna) who spends time with HIS Human!
Favorite Toy: Expensive library books, new clothes, leather sandals, the newspaper before I read it, squeaky toys, rawhide chewies, and anything that anyone has that he finds entertaining!
Favorite Food: I don't know what his favorite food is because he wants whatever we are having instead of his Beneful and Purina One. In his short little life, he has already consumed an entire chicken leg with thigh and bones intact (requiring $1663 worth of surgery!).
Favorite Walk: Walks? Dogs actually walk? Atticus thinks all dogs ride in cars everywhere!
Best Tricks: Atticus is an escape artist and also a contortionist who can reach wherever he wants and jump over gates that are five feet plus feet tall!
Arrival Story: My border collie passed away unexpectedly during the summer of 2006. By late summer, I was missing my doggie companion and searched for an older dog to adopt, but there were so many rules (doesn't like kids, hates cats, can't be left alone, etc.) and costs (BIG bucks!) involved that I became dismayed and quit looking. I thought about getting a puppy and was offered an older used pug, but a pug was too small a dog for me. I wondered what happened to all the mixed breed puppies in boxes looking for homes outside supermarkets? I was depressed. . .Then, in late September, my phone rang and a man I did not know asked me if I was the lady looking for a puppy? I said yes (after considering he could be--but thankfully was not (!) a serial killer using puppies as a ruse to lure old ladies to his house). He also identfied himself as the boss of my son's fiancee; she evidently had mentioned to him that I was looking for a puppy when he mentioned that his dog just had a litter! He invited me to bring the grandchildren and drive over to see his puppies and have pick of the litter because the following day they were going to the pet store for sale. I went over, kids in tow, and broke my rule of NOT picking up any pup until I have decided which one I wanted (so as not to give any pup a rejection complex--I know, I am obviously nuts!). Wouldn't you know it? Atticus Jack was the first pup out and he waddled over to me, smiled, and promptly peed all over my shoe--so, I picked him up, and said "No, no! B-a-d boy!" And, I've been saying it every day since!
Bio: Atticus Jack is a dutiful puppy son and writes his mother, Mary, and her Human, Chris, every six months to update them on his growth and development. He also sends cards and photos on holidays. : )
My free pup, Atticus Jack, is now worth close to $2000. His new name ought to be Ka-Ching, as in the noise a cash register makes when it is opened! No sooner did I have my taxes done, and my refund check on its way, when Atticus had to make a second trip to the vet's office--this time to the very $pendy 24-hour ER Vet Hospital. At 10:30pm. On a work night.
We were getting ready for dinner and setting the table. Usually, we put Atticus in the bathroom (his crate, so to speak, which also serves as his Time Out space when he needs to think about his b-a-d behavior), and we were just getting ready to remove him from the kitchen when he noticed that Mya had reached for and secured (for just a moment) a large, juicey chicken drumstick. He jumped up high (he is a very agile dog with impeccable athletic prowess) and stole the drumstick out of Mya's little four-year old hand and swallowed it whole. In one BIG gulp!
The vet said x-ray$ were the only way to know where the bone was in his digestive system. Did you know that bones glow on x-rays? (Do you care?) Well, there was that bone standing straight up in his little puppy tummy waving at us. The vet said that, while it was not good that it was there, it was better than finding it lodged in his intestine and far less expensive to remove, so off to surgery he went. The vet said he should be out by midnight and she'd call if there were any problems. . . so, of course, I waited up, but she didn't call, and I managed to catch a few winks.
I picked him up at 8pm the following evening. The total bill was $1641 and some odd cents. (Let's see: plus the $352 for his previous surgery, and we've got us one expen$ive free pup!)
Silly dog didn't even seem to know he'd had surgery! He was overjoyed to see me! Thank goodness the vet put him on codeine for pain, and he was due for his next meds by the time we made it home. Both of us had a good night's sleep, and he was so well-behaved! He is all healed now, and just this last week, he gave my daughter a black eye, ate two wicker baskets, another roll of paper towels, a bar of soap, and my toothbrush. . .
Aquinna is teething but so far she does not seem to have the agility of her expensive older brother. . .
Whoa, I haven't been on the puter for a l-o-n-g time! That's probably because I have been a pretty good boy, except for the barking. I do enjoy barking at the squirrel that lives in our tree and the construction guys working on the road that runs by our house.
Aquinna, however, has been a really b-a-d girl lately! Yes!! She ate our Human's glasse$, two pairs of new sandals, and an entire box of shredded wheat--and she got diarhhea (in the house!). Yes!! But, did she catch the wrath of our Human? No, our Human felt sorry for her! One morning, our Human woke up with a shoe on her head, and she thought it was funny!? Me? I'd have been in sooo much trouble. . . I think our Human likes Aquinna best. Aquinna says it is because she has sad eyes, and I have beady little squinty eyes. Hmmm? Could that be correct? Nah, I am a "beauty"--our Human tells me that all the time. And, I was here first!
Those kids that lived here with The Unbunny finally moved out, so I don't have to dance with that bossy girl anymore! But, I do miss sneaking a suck of The Unbunny's bottle and licking the floor when she was done eating. She threw ma a lot of good stuff to eat. She had some interesting and tasty toys, too.
Our pal Jonah died last October, and we all miss him. He was a wise old dog, and he was my friend. Our Human said we should have waited, but he was blind and deaf, and his heart was failing. Zoey is not feeling well now. She is coughing and has slowed down a lot. Our Human said Zoe does not have a lot of time left, and I should be kinder to her. I am trying. . . RIP old buddy.
Okay, so we are now in the Dog Days of August, and I am going to have a birthday party! I heard my Human discussing the plans with The Unbunny's Mommy. It's gonna be at Uncle Tom's house where there is enough room for the whole family to come and pay homage to me. I'll be three years old, ya know--that is 27 in dog years! My Human is ordering a huge sub sandwich, and The Unbunny's Mommy is ordering a cake! I love cake!! I'm not too fond of subs, though--too many vegies for me--I'd rather have hot dogs (made of chicken, of course, not dogs).
I wonder what good stuff I will get? I have lost my red kong and could use a new one, and I really, really need a new stuffed up animal because the stuffed up part has fallen out of my froggy. And, my red collar is getting raggedy because that stupid Aquinna keeps trying to drag me around the house and make me do what she wants to do. I think I would like a new blue collar with a leash to match. And lots of biscuits, especially the apple/peanut butter biscuits from the dog bakery. Ah, what a day I am gonna have!
Aquinna said that I did not listen carefully. She said the party is for The Unbunny's first birthday, but I know that cannot possibly be true because The Unbunny's birthday was August 1st and mine is yet to come. It isn't my fault the Mommy forgot The Unbunny's birthday and my Human remembered mine. Ah, I cannot wait--I am sooo excited!! I gotta go now and sit in front of the mirror in the foyer and practice looking surprised!
Whoa, it is July 2009! I've been lax in writing in my journal, but I have been trying really hard to be a "good dog." I have had some success with my behavior, although I did fetch my Human's Columbia sandals--her favorite--when she didn't even ask me, and I admit that I did chew the thong material that goes between her toes. . . Okay, I ate the thong material that goes between her toes so that her toes had nowhere to go! The material was, ahem, delicious (and I knew it would be!). I was just beginning on the rubber sole when she came in and caught red-pawed, with my teeth puncturing the sole at that exact moment! . . . Boy, did I ever get a yelling at!! No spanking, though. But alas, no rawhide chewy for me that night!
So, I have become better acquainted with The Unbunny now that it can get around. It has a great menu of toys, like soft stuffed animals and cardboard books. Yummy, yummy, yummy! My favorite, though, is the almost empty bottle The Unbunny tosses out of its cage every night. I love the nipples best because once I chew the tip off, all The Unbunny's left-over formula trickles out. . .right into my waiting mouth.
I do have to admit that Aquinna (my Perfect adopted sister) and I did get into some serious mischief recently. The whole family has been talking about casings, baby bugs, and hatching, and there has been a lot of activity in the garden window above the sink. So, being the curious dogs we are, we decided to find out just what was going on. We waited for the perfect opportunity, knowing that if we were patient enough, it would come to us (or at least close enough to us that we could get to it). And, sure enough, a chance soon came our way! Our Human forgot to put the container that everyone looks at away--she set it on top of the trash can that is on the counter next to the sink. (All the trash cans in the house are just out of our reach!)
Anyway, Aquinna is taller than I am--though not nearly as clever and agile--so she stood up on her hind legs and swatted the trash can and the container fell off the top and crashed to the floor. The lid fell off of the container and everything fell out onto the floor! We were so excited! But whatever was so interesting in the container was very confusing to us. There were little, very tiny, bugs crawling all over the floor. Yuck!! Bugs aren't tasty, and these bugs were so small that it would take a lot of the creepy little guys to fill us up! And, there were little flies, walking instead of flying, on the floor, too. Bugs and flies were everywhere, and they were useless. No treat and not very interesting at all. We were sooo disappointed that we decided to lay on our rugs and snooze--the heck with whatever everybody else was interested in.
We had just gotten comfy on our rugs and were almost asleep when our Human came into the kitchen. Uh-oh! We could tell by the words she was using that we had a lot of explaining to do! She was not happy!! We continued to pretend to be sound asleep, but it didn't work!
"Atticus Jack Bauman, what have you done?" yelled my Human. "You bad, BAD boy!!"
Now this was very unfair to be blaming me for the mess. It was true that it was my suggestion to find out what was in that container, but it was Aquinna that swatted the trash can and caused the container to crash to the floor, not me. No, not me this time. How unfair to be blamed for such an obviously atrocious act. I tried to look innocent and confused. . . and Aquinna took that opportunity to get up and wag her tail, and my Human fell for it!
"Oh, Aquinna," she said, "why didn't you bark and tell me that Atticus Jack was into things? Just look at what he did! Almost all of my baby praying mantis are dead--smashed by his big feet! They were for school! Oh, I am so upset with him!" And off she took me to my Time Out bathroom while she cleaned up the mess. And, she gave Aquinna, that trader, a biscuit!